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"Hands up!" I shout, and I'm not kidding myself, an old lady shouting isn't the most intimidating spectacle, but I'll let my 12-gauge do the talking for me. Speaking of twelve… Landsakes. The burglar's a kid. Wee!Chester and Stanford era Christmas fic (two-part), Outsider POV. Someone catches Dean when he's stealing presents for Sammy. No slash.