7 crossovers } { 7. your wildest dream
Title: The Good Life
Author/Artist: hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 7. Your Wildest Dreams
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.
Christmas at the Winchester-Lang household always started at around five in the morning. There were many a time where Dean would wish it didn’t, but there was only so much you could do with small children who were actually excited for the holiday. This year, Christmas started at around three in the morning, with Dean coming in out of the snow to find his youngest curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace, fast asleep.
Dean was on a hunt. Yes, he knew that wasn’t the thing to do a week before Christmas, but when Becky Rosen calls you in hysterics to claim that her hunter boyfriend was missing and needed someone to come save him, you go, or fear having the wrath of all that is holy on your head. He didn’t know why he kept doing things for this girl, but Sam had a bit of a soft spot for her, so they did what they could. After tracking down and saving Garth from being eaten by some kind of ghoul and returning him to his … devoted girlfriend, Dean and Sam drove straight through the night to get home for Christmas. It wasn’t the best plan they ever had, but it got them there.
It had started to snow just as they were passing through Metropolis to drop off Sam at the Watchtower, and by the time he arrived home, the snow was really starting to fall. He grabbed his bag and made a break up the stairs and through the door, trying to close it behind him as quietly as he could. Unfortunately for him, his plans usually don’t work out the way he wanted them to.
“Daddy?” Three year-old Laura Winchester poked her head up over the back of the couch, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. “Why are you covered in snow?”
“Because it’s snowing outside, princess,” he said with a grin as he shed his coat and made his way across the room. All it took was a couple quick strides and he was scooping her up off the couch, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Did you miss me?”
“Uh-huh,” she sighed, before shifting to lean into him, resting her head on her shoulders. “Missed you lots.”
“Good,” he sighed as he started to walk her towards the stairs. “I missed you too.”
“Wait, Daddy,” she pouted, tugging at his shirt. “I’m supposed t’be waiting for Santa.”
“He’s already been here, sweetheart,” he sighed, turning so that she could see the tree standing in the corner, and the assortment of presents loaded underneath. He’s pretty sure Lana wrapped them upstairs and arranged them around the tree once she was sure Laura was out, but his daughter didn’t have to know that. Not yet. “You missed him.”
“I did?” she sighed, looking at the presents with a vague look of sleepy disappointment. “One day I’ll get to meet him.”
“Didn’t you meet him when you and Aunt Chloe went to the mall with Johnny?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the real Santa. That’s just his bodyguard. I want to meet the real one.”
“His bodyguard, huh?”
“Yup. He’s way too-” The statement was broken with a lion-sized yawn as she settled against his shoulder again. “-busy to go to all the malls, so his bodyguards go instead.”
Dean chuckled softly. “I don’t think that word means what you think it means, Laura.” He turned into her room, and placed her gently down on the bed before tucking her in. “But who knows-maybe you’re right.”
“You’ll see,” she sighed softly as she curled up on her side. “I’ll prove it.”
“You do that,” he whispered, his eyes doing the cursory check of her windows, before turning and heading back to his bedroom, leaving the door to his daughter’s room open just a crack. Ten minutes later, he was in his pajamas and crawling into bed next to his wife. As he closed his eyes, he knew he was only going to get two hours before both of his kids were up again and demanding presents, but he was holding out hope that maybe this year would be the year they let him sleep.
When your kids were three and six, he knew that was expecting a lot, but there was always a chance they would try.
***
Dean actually wound up sleeping pretty close to noon-not because his kids were good, but because his wife was awesome. She was up early enough that she could keep them from disturbing him as they ran downstairs and started tearing presents apart. In fact, it wasn’t until there was the smell of coffee and the feel of her lips against his shoulder that he started to stir.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Pretty good,” he murmured as he rolled over to face her with a smile. “What time is it?”
“Around eleven-thirty,” she sighed as she settled in next to him. “I figured you could use the sleep. Consider it your Christmas present.”
“You are too good to me,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her softly. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” she said with a smirk. “Dinner’s at four, people are going to start arriving at three, and someone is going to have to clean the snow off the porch.”
He groaned loudly flopping back against the bed a bit, before smirking back at her. “Haven’t I been tortured enough?”
“Apparently not. But if you hurry, you might be able to get Buffy to help. She and Jimmy got here early and she’s still in her giddy snow phase.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
An hour later, he was bundled up, downstairs, and outside. The stairs, porch and walkway were shoveled thanks to some help from his brother and Cas, and there was a stand-off happening in the middle of the backyard. Apparently there was an impending snowball fight building, and they were trying to figure out how to divide off the teams.
“We should do boys versus girls!” Johnny supplied helpfully from the middle of the group, and Dean glanced up, eying Buffy, Lois and Raya standing across from them with Laura, and then looking to his brother, Jimmy and his son.
“I don’t know if those are balanced teams, kiddo.”
“Dad,” he said, giving him a look. “Just because they’re girls doesn’t mean that we’re better at snowballs than them.”
“Kid’s right, Winchester,” Lois replied with a smirk. “What are you? Scared?”
Dean raised an eyebrow back at her. “That wasn’t what I was saying, but hey-if you’ve got your heart set on it. We’ll beat you anyway.”
“That a challenge?” Buffy said. “Because I’m getting pretty good at this snowball thing.”
Oh, Dean had a feeling she wasn’t lying there. He knew that this was probably going to end in them getting their asses kicked, but he glanced over at the other two men who shrugged. If that was how they wanted to play, fine.
“Let’s do this.”
The game ended when Martha Kent took two to the chest. Neither team claimed responsibility, so neither team really got to be the winner.
It was probably best for all parties that way.
***
Food was had, presents were exchanged, catching up was done. It was nice to have everyone around one table, in one room, sharing in everything. This was what holidays were supposed to feel like, and he wanted to make sure that his kids got to see that, every step of the way-even if he wasn’t completely retired.
Clark and Tess were the last to leave-they had the shortest distance to travel, at least theoretically-and once the door closed behind them, Dean slumped against it, taking the moment to catch his breath and look around the room. There was wrapping paper and dishes everywhere, the TV was playing in the living room, and there were things to do, but there was an odd warmth in the silence. It was like the feeling of a job well done.
He made his way towards the living room, crouching to pick up wrapping paper and other things on the way, when his eyes landed on the two small forms resting on the couch. They had fallen asleep halfway through Mr. Magoo’s Christmas, and Dean just stood there for a moment. This was everything he had ever wanted-a home with a family, a life surrounded by friends, a balance to it all so that he didn’t have to become the man his father was.
These thoughts whirled around in his head, and he didn’t quite snap out of it until he felt an arm snake around him from behind. He smirked, before glancing back over his shoulder to see Lana standing there, giving him a bit of a smile.
“Hey,” she whispered. “Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere,” he said, turning around to face her more and sliding his arms around her waist. “I didn’t go anywhere.”
She nodded a bit, pulling herself in closer and letting her head against his chest. “Looks like the sugar crash finally caught up with them.”
“Looks like,” he nodded, continuing to just watch the two of them for a moment, before looking back at her. “We really have it good, don’t we?”
“Yeah,” she said softly. “We really do.”
He gave her a small smile, before leaning in to kiss her softly. “Merry Christmas, Lana.” He could feel her smile into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck a little tighter.
“Merry Christmas, Dean.”
1600 words
Author/Artist: hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 7. Your Wildest Dreams
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.
Christmas at the Winchester-Lang household always started at around five in the morning. There were many a time where Dean would wish it didn’t, but there was only so much you could do with small children who were actually excited for the holiday. This year, Christmas started at around three in the morning, with Dean coming in out of the snow to find his youngest curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace, fast asleep.
Dean was on a hunt. Yes, he knew that wasn’t the thing to do a week before Christmas, but when Becky Rosen calls you in hysterics to claim that her hunter boyfriend was missing and needed someone to come save him, you go, or fear having the wrath of all that is holy on your head. He didn’t know why he kept doing things for this girl, but Sam had a bit of a soft spot for her, so they did what they could. After tracking down and saving Garth from being eaten by some kind of ghoul and returning him to his … devoted girlfriend, Dean and Sam drove straight through the night to get home for Christmas. It wasn’t the best plan they ever had, but it got them there.
It had started to snow just as they were passing through Metropolis to drop off Sam at the Watchtower, and by the time he arrived home, the snow was really starting to fall. He grabbed his bag and made a break up the stairs and through the door, trying to close it behind him as quietly as he could. Unfortunately for him, his plans usually don’t work out the way he wanted them to.
“Daddy?” Three year-old Laura Winchester poked her head up over the back of the couch, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. “Why are you covered in snow?”
“Because it’s snowing outside, princess,” he said with a grin as he shed his coat and made his way across the room. All it took was a couple quick strides and he was scooping her up off the couch, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Did you miss me?”
“Uh-huh,” she sighed, before shifting to lean into him, resting her head on her shoulders. “Missed you lots.”
“Good,” he sighed as he started to walk her towards the stairs. “I missed you too.”
“Wait, Daddy,” she pouted, tugging at his shirt. “I’m supposed t’be waiting for Santa.”
“He’s already been here, sweetheart,” he sighed, turning so that she could see the tree standing in the corner, and the assortment of presents loaded underneath. He’s pretty sure Lana wrapped them upstairs and arranged them around the tree once she was sure Laura was out, but his daughter didn’t have to know that. Not yet. “You missed him.”
“I did?” she sighed, looking at the presents with a vague look of sleepy disappointment. “One day I’ll get to meet him.”
“Didn’t you meet him when you and Aunt Chloe went to the mall with Johnny?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the real Santa. That’s just his bodyguard. I want to meet the real one.”
“His bodyguard, huh?”
“Yup. He’s way too-” The statement was broken with a lion-sized yawn as she settled against his shoulder again. “-busy to go to all the malls, so his bodyguards go instead.”
Dean chuckled softly. “I don’t think that word means what you think it means, Laura.” He turned into her room, and placed her gently down on the bed before tucking her in. “But who knows-maybe you’re right.”
“You’ll see,” she sighed softly as she curled up on her side. “I’ll prove it.”
“You do that,” he whispered, his eyes doing the cursory check of her windows, before turning and heading back to his bedroom, leaving the door to his daughter’s room open just a crack. Ten minutes later, he was in his pajamas and crawling into bed next to his wife. As he closed his eyes, he knew he was only going to get two hours before both of his kids were up again and demanding presents, but he was holding out hope that maybe this year would be the year they let him sleep.
When your kids were three and six, he knew that was expecting a lot, but there was always a chance they would try.
***
Dean actually wound up sleeping pretty close to noon-not because his kids were good, but because his wife was awesome. She was up early enough that she could keep them from disturbing him as they ran downstairs and started tearing presents apart. In fact, it wasn’t until there was the smell of coffee and the feel of her lips against his shoulder that he started to stir.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Pretty good,” he murmured as he rolled over to face her with a smile. “What time is it?”
“Around eleven-thirty,” she sighed as she settled in next to him. “I figured you could use the sleep. Consider it your Christmas present.”
“You are too good to me,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her softly. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” she said with a smirk. “Dinner’s at four, people are going to start arriving at three, and someone is going to have to clean the snow off the porch.”
He groaned loudly flopping back against the bed a bit, before smirking back at her. “Haven’t I been tortured enough?”
“Apparently not. But if you hurry, you might be able to get Buffy to help. She and Jimmy got here early and she’s still in her giddy snow phase.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
An hour later, he was bundled up, downstairs, and outside. The stairs, porch and walkway were shoveled thanks to some help from his brother and Cas, and there was a stand-off happening in the middle of the backyard. Apparently there was an impending snowball fight building, and they were trying to figure out how to divide off the teams.
“We should do boys versus girls!” Johnny supplied helpfully from the middle of the group, and Dean glanced up, eying Buffy, Lois and Raya standing across from them with Laura, and then looking to his brother, Jimmy and his son.
“I don’t know if those are balanced teams, kiddo.”
“Dad,” he said, giving him a look. “Just because they’re girls doesn’t mean that we’re better at snowballs than them.”
“Kid’s right, Winchester,” Lois replied with a smirk. “What are you? Scared?”
Dean raised an eyebrow back at her. “That wasn’t what I was saying, but hey-if you’ve got your heart set on it. We’ll beat you anyway.”
“That a challenge?” Buffy said. “Because I’m getting pretty good at this snowball thing.”
Oh, Dean had a feeling she wasn’t lying there. He knew that this was probably going to end in them getting their asses kicked, but he glanced over at the other two men who shrugged. If that was how they wanted to play, fine.
“Let’s do this.”
The game ended when Martha Kent took two to the chest. Neither team claimed responsibility, so neither team really got to be the winner.
It was probably best for all parties that way.
***
Food was had, presents were exchanged, catching up was done. It was nice to have everyone around one table, in one room, sharing in everything. This was what holidays were supposed to feel like, and he wanted to make sure that his kids got to see that, every step of the way-even if he wasn’t completely retired.
Clark and Tess were the last to leave-they had the shortest distance to travel, at least theoretically-and once the door closed behind them, Dean slumped against it, taking the moment to catch his breath and look around the room. There was wrapping paper and dishes everywhere, the TV was playing in the living room, and there were things to do, but there was an odd warmth in the silence. It was like the feeling of a job well done.
He made his way towards the living room, crouching to pick up wrapping paper and other things on the way, when his eyes landed on the two small forms resting on the couch. They had fallen asleep halfway through Mr. Magoo’s Christmas, and Dean just stood there for a moment. This was everything he had ever wanted-a home with a family, a life surrounded by friends, a balance to it all so that he didn’t have to become the man his father was.
These thoughts whirled around in his head, and he didn’t quite snap out of it until he felt an arm snake around him from behind. He smirked, before glancing back over his shoulder to see Lana standing there, giving him a bit of a smile.
“Hey,” she whispered. “Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere,” he said, turning around to face her more and sliding his arms around her waist. “I didn’t go anywhere.”
She nodded a bit, pulling herself in closer and letting her head against his chest. “Looks like the sugar crash finally caught up with them.”
“Looks like,” he nodded, continuing to just watch the two of them for a moment, before looking back at her. “We really have it good, don’t we?”
“Yeah,” she said softly. “We really do.”
He gave her a small smile, before leaning in to kiss her softly. “Merry Christmas, Lana.” He could feel her smile into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck a little tighter.
“Merry Christmas, Dean.”
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