07.
All this caroling is making me... sleepy... [passes out on the couch]
It's Christmas, back in Lawrence. Yet things are different... The nursery isn't a burned disaster -- it's morphed into a little boy's bedroom over the years, full of toys & books. & Sam's mother is alive, she's in the kitchen, whipping up some hot chocolate for him & Dean. & Dad's not out on a hunting trip, but in his favorite recliner, Dean curled up at his feet. The older boy is practically bursting with excitement as his eyes take in all the presents clustered under the tree.
"Saaaaaammy, hurry up! I wanna open my presents!" the nine-year-old whined.
[the scene fades, a smile painted on Sam's lips as another takes hold of his mind]
Present day in Template. Christmas again. Mary & John are both dead, perhaps celebrating in Heaven as they watch their sons. The apartment is decorated with tinsel & plenty of Christmas lights. A tree stands proud in the corner, covered in ornaments, glowing lights, & even more tinsel. For not having a bit of cash to their name, there is still a flood of presents under the evergreen, covered haphazardly in colored paper & bows (neither of the brothers were ever very good at present wrapping).
Dean's sitting on the couch, two mugs of spiked eggnog in hand. He hands one to Sam, smiling & saying something, though the words are unclear. Somehow, Sam gets their meaning, & sits beside his brother, raising the mug in a toast with Dean before taking a long slow sip of the spiced drink.
Sam's puppy, Fay, is dancing at their feet, a red bow wrapped around her neck. Barking happily, she races to the door as a knock resounds through the apartment. The lean man gets up, taking another swig of his eggnog as he answers the door.
His girlfriend Rose is standing there, a plate full of Christmas cookies & brownies in her arms. Sam plants a kiss on her lips, smiling as she squeals with laughter, Fay nipping at her ankles.
Sam caught a glimpse of snow falling outside the living room windows. It was absolutely the perfect Christmas. & he never wanted it to end...
It's Christmas, back in Lawrence. Yet things are different... The nursery isn't a burned disaster -- it's morphed into a little boy's bedroom over the years, full of toys & books. & Sam's mother is alive, she's in the kitchen, whipping up some hot chocolate for him & Dean. & Dad's not out on a hunting trip, but in his favorite recliner, Dean curled up at his feet. The older boy is practically bursting with excitement as his eyes take in all the presents clustered under the tree.
"Saaaaaammy, hurry up! I wanna open my presents!" the nine-year-old whined.
[the scene fades, a smile painted on Sam's lips as another takes hold of his mind]
Present day in Template. Christmas again. Mary & John are both dead, perhaps celebrating in Heaven as they watch their sons. The apartment is decorated with tinsel & plenty of Christmas lights. A tree stands proud in the corner, covered in ornaments, glowing lights, & even more tinsel. For not having a bit of cash to their name, there is still a flood of presents under the evergreen, covered haphazardly in colored paper & bows (neither of the brothers were ever very good at present wrapping).
Dean's sitting on the couch, two mugs of spiked eggnog in hand. He hands one to Sam, smiling & saying something, though the words are unclear. Somehow, Sam gets their meaning, & sits beside his brother, raising the mug in a toast with Dean before taking a long slow sip of the spiced drink.
Sam's puppy, Fay, is dancing at their feet, a red bow wrapped around her neck. Barking happily, she races to the door as a knock resounds through the apartment. The lean man gets up, taking another swig of his eggnog as he answers the door.
His girlfriend Rose is standing there, a plate full of Christmas cookies & brownies in her arms. Sam plants a kiss on her lips, smiling as she squeals with laughter, Fay nipping at her ankles.
Sam caught a glimpse of snow falling outside the living room windows. It was absolutely the perfect Christmas. & he never wanted it to end...