It"s three days before Christmas, and Our Intrepid Heroes have found themselves in an unusually balmy Ypsilanti, where something sinister"s been gruesomely yanking unsuspecting residents up their chimneys in apparent anticipation of the holiday. Super-Smart Sammy speculates that they"re dealing with one of the various Anti-Clauses who have popped up in folklore throughout the ages, but this week"s villains are actually a pair of deathless pagan gods who masquerade as Michigan"s modern-day versions of Ozzie and Harriet when they"re not busy gnawing away on the human flesh they"ve stripped from their unsuspecting neighbors" bones. And as a result of an unfortunate series of miscalculations, Our Dear Boys very nearly become the gods" Christmas dinner, but Sam and Dean magically manage to free themselves at the last minute, and, after dismembering Ozzie and Harriet"s festive yuletide tree for appropriately seasonal weaponry, the two dispatch the demon gods with a couple of evergreen stakes to the chest.
Meanwhile, because it"s his last year on earth, Dashing El Deano wants to make this holiday one to remember (in more traditional ways, of course), which hurls an initially dismissive Sam into a series of flashbacks to the Christmas they spent alone with each other in some seedy Nebraska motel, because John Winchester has always sucked. During the course of that evening, Wee Sam learned monsters were real, Santa was not, and Dean has forever been a great big goddamned hero, so Wee Sam decides to gift his big brother with the present he"d been saving for their worthless bastard of a so-called father: the protective amulet Dean"s never been seen without. Aw. And as a bonus, all of this contemplative rumination leads Sam to grant Dean"s wish, and the episode closes with Rosemary Clooney crooning "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" while the boys exchange presents, and I...I think I have something in my eye. Again. Damn you, Kripke!