The Suckage Of Christmas Past. Very early on Christmas morning, Wee Dean shakes Wee Sam awake and excitedly points to a jury-rigged and raggedy-ass tree as proof that their worthless bastard of a so-called father returned with gifts for everyone in the middle of the night while Wee Sam was asleep. Hey! It's like Sucky John is Santa, or something! Whatever, Wee Dean. Super-Smart Wee Sammy's as suspicious as I am, but goes along with it anyway until Wee Dean passes him the presents Sucky John supposedly left behind: Sapphire Barbie and a spirit stick. Hee. Wee Sam calls his brother out on the latter's LYING ways, and Wee Dean's forced to admit he broke in to the "nice house up the block." I'd argue that no such thing exists in Broken Bow, Nebraska, but then I remember that, given the way his awful father's raised him thus far, Wee Dean would probably look at a shotgun-shack meth lab and call it a nice house. In any event, Wee Sam thinks about all this for a bit, makes a decision, and reaches into his jacket to pull out the present he'd earlier wrapped for Sucky John. "Here," he says, placing it on Wee Dean's knee, "take this." "No," Wee Dean shakes his head, "that's for [our worthless bastard of a so-called father]." "[Sucky John] lied to me," Sam replies. "I want you to have it." And I'd comment here on how Sam, so violently disabused of his belief in both Santa Claus and his worthless bastard of a so-called father in this night of positively Dickensian deprivation, has obviously transferred all of that faith onto his brother, but this hellish recap's already too long as it is, and I haven't even attempted to make it through the final scene yet. So, despite a couple more misgivings, Wee Dean eventually relents, and he undoes the newspaper wrapping to find...the amulet we've never seen Adult Dean without. Awwwwww. No, really! I mean it: Awwwwww. "I'm getting a little sniffly myself!" Raoul reluctantly admits. Must be the booze. "Oh, hush, you! And where's the Kleenex?!" Wee Dean genuinely loves the gift and places it around his neck immediately. Wee Sam smiles a tiny smile to himself and nods his head as if understanding he did exactly the right thing just now, and we cut instantly over to...

...Adult Sam, anxiously wondering if he's done the right thing in the present. He hears Dean unlock The Kinkade Suite's door and nervously looks up as his brother enters. And the second Dean crosses the suite's threshold, the bastards responsible for tonight's musical selections cue up Rosemary Clooney's version of "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" just to try to make me cry like a tiny little girl. Of course, Judy's original version from Meet Me In St. Louis is my favorite and would all but guarantee blubbering on the part of yours truly, but Rosemary's is running a close second here. Well, okay, maybe a close third, after Mr. Hankey's. "I love that little piece of crap!" Raoul shrieks, stifling a sob or two of his own. In any event, Dean's jaw drops a bit in surprise at what Sam has wrought, and when the camera reverses to Dean's point-of-view on the room, we find that Sam's procured a little tree he's decorated with a single string of lights, a couple of fishing floats, tree-shaped air fresheners in every available color, and I...I think I've got something in my eye. DAMN YOU, KRIPKE!