1,700 years later (there or thereabouts)
The first snow was settling on the windowsills of the Daybreak Motel as Sam glanced up from the latest copy of National Geographic; "hey dude," he called across to Dean, who was stretched out on his bed studying his own reading material; "look at this, some guys exploring an overgrown ravine in the Venezuelan rainforest found an ancient Mayan calendar that just stops at 21st December 2012; creepy huh?"
Dean rolled his eyes, "if you say so," he grunted.
Sam smiled and returned to his reading.
... and the rest, as they say, is history.
AN: I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my wonderful fanfic friends who celebrate Christmas, a fabulous day filled with laughter and joy, and for those who don't celebrate it, a December 25th which is equally awesome in whichever way you choose to spend it. x