Fic: "So this is Christmas", Sam, Dean, Gen
Title: "So this is Christmas"
Authorthe_milky_way
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam and Dean, no pairing
Rating:Gen
Words: 1.103
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kripke and Warner. I don't own anything.
Warnings: pre-show, Sam is 5, Dean is 9
Beta: Thank you, A.
Summary: this is for elless18 who wanted wee!chesters, gen, Christmas but sometime before Sammy gives Dean the amulet.
It’s snowy for this part of the country. It’s cold outside but beautiful and for once they are in a real house during Christmas. The heater even works and the windows are sealed. It’s pure luxury and Dean appreciates it.
Of course, Dad’s not there. Has been gone for days and Dean suspects that he’s forgotten what day it really is. Dean has stopped expecting anything for Christmas years ago. There wasn’t anyone around to give him things he wished for. No one, nothing was that powerful. And most of the times he already had what he wanted. Sammy was safe, despite everything.
And Dad has never been one for presents anyway. Too much to carry around with them, not useful when you have to pack up fast and couldn’t afford to get attached. Sammy has always been too young to actually be able to buying something for Dean but he did start making things, like pictures or similarly artistic tries, two years ago. Dean has it al stashed away in a small shoe boy not even Dad knows about.
This year though, with the warm house and the lights all around them Sammy has started to realise that they are different from all the other families. There is no Christmas dinner with the family around the table, there is no tree, not to mention presents. There is just them, Sammy and Dean.
Dean can’t stand the longing looks Sammy sends the houses and lights whenever they walk down the street to the small grocery store. It breaks his heart a little that his brother finally realized how different their life is. He’d hoped it wouldn’t happen on Christmas, but then it’s the perfect time for things like that to finally make it into the brain of his overly smart little brother.
At five Sammy is sometimes way too smart for his own good.
***
It’s Christmas Eve and Sam’s been outside building a snowman for hours now. Complete with a carrot nose and coal eyes, a hat and an old scarf. It has to be perfect so Sam’s building a whole family. The snowman can’t be all alone, that’s what Sam said when Dean told him to come inside the first time.
Sammy’s all flushed red from the cold but he’s not shivering and doesn’t have blue lips yet. And he won’t come in, has Dean bringing him hot tea out into the garden instead of listening to his big brother and taking a break inside.
Dean can’t help but smile every time he sees Sammy through the window, making snow angels and laughing bright and happy.
This is how Christmas is supposed to be. But when Dean looks around and sees nothing but old wallpapers and dusty bookshelves he knows Sam’s mood will be down once he comes back inside.
Dean can’t have that. It’s not what Sam deserves.
It’s a spur of the moment decision, they don’t have much money left but Dean’s been helping out at the grocery store and Mr. Dewey asked what he wanted for Christmas this morning. He hadn’t known what to say but now he does. The store should still be open, it’s not too late.
Dean’s fast, has his boots, scarf and jacket on is seconds. He grabs his and Sam’s backpacks and the money. And then he’s outside, shivers at the cold air on his cheeks but grins when Sammy turns around.
“Look, Dean! All done. A family,” Sammy practically shouts, all enthusiastic and proud. Dean just knows he’s doing the right thing even if Dad will probably have his behind when he comes back. Dean doesn’t really care.
“Awesome, Sammy,” Dean smiles and motions for Sammy to move. “Come on, let’s go.”
Sam’s wide grin dims a little but he shuffles through the snow and stops right next to Dean. The he sniffles, wipes his nose with the arm of his jacket and looks up at Dean.
“Where are we going?” Sammy asks carefully, smile still there but he seems unsure of the things going on. Sometimes Dean can’t believe that Sam’s only five.
“Christmas shopping. We are missing a tree and I think Mr. Dewey still has a small one in the shop. We can buy some turkey, too. It’s Christmas after all. Hey, do you still have the stars you did in pre-school?”
Sammy grins all wide, bounces as much as he can in the snow and nods all enthusiastically. If Dean would know how to describe it he’d say there are stars in Sammy’s eyes.
It’s way too cold to be outside for too long but the way Sammy skips down the street, not sparing the house any glance at all, just determined to get to the story, lets Dean forget about the fact that he forgot his mittens.
Watching Sammy jump into every pile of snow along the way makes Dean grin and feel like he really did the right thing there. The ten dollars they’ve left will be invested into something good.
The Deweys know what’s going on, have had a ghost several years back and have been watching out for Sam and Dean ever since they moved into the street. Right now Dean’s eternally great full that they didn’t call Child Services on them yet.
The second they step into the story and Mr. Dewey sees the way Sammy’s grinning Dean knows he won’t have to spend any money at all. The wink he gets, when Mrs. Dewey piles freshly baked cookies and a carton of milk into Sammy’s waiting hands, makes him blush and mumble a thanks. Dean offers money anyway just to be rejected. Sammy’s grin is payment enough says Mrs. Dewey and Dean has to admit that she might be right about that.
They leave with Sammy’s backpack full with cookies and the really good microwavable turkey dinners that actually are real food. Dean’s pack is stacked with drinks and gummy worms and a fire engine car Dean actually insisted in paying for.
They are both carrying a small plastic tree. Well, Dean’s carrying it while Sammy holds on and bounces along. The tree is one of the decorations one’s Mr. Dewey had in the shop window, ready with lights and ornaments. Sammy loves its.
They put the biggest star Sam made on top of it; sit next to it with the TV running and their dinners on their knees. There is hot cocoa and cookies on the table.
“Thank you, Dean,” Sammy says around his turkey, smile wide and eyes still sparkling. For the first time in his life Dean feels like the big brother he should be.
“Merry Christmas, Sammy.”
Authorthe_milky_way
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam and Dean, no pairing
Rating:Gen
Words: 1.103
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kripke and Warner. I don't own anything.
Warnings: pre-show, Sam is 5, Dean is 9
Beta: Thank you, A.
Summary: this is for elless18 who wanted wee!chesters, gen, Christmas but sometime before Sammy gives Dean the amulet.
It’s snowy for this part of the country. It’s cold outside but beautiful and for once they are in a real house during Christmas. The heater even works and the windows are sealed. It’s pure luxury and Dean appreciates it.
Of course, Dad’s not there. Has been gone for days and Dean suspects that he’s forgotten what day it really is. Dean has stopped expecting anything for Christmas years ago. There wasn’t anyone around to give him things he wished for. No one, nothing was that powerful. And most of the times he already had what he wanted. Sammy was safe, despite everything.
And Dad has never been one for presents anyway. Too much to carry around with them, not useful when you have to pack up fast and couldn’t afford to get attached. Sammy has always been too young to actually be able to buying something for Dean but he did start making things, like pictures or similarly artistic tries, two years ago. Dean has it al stashed away in a small shoe boy not even Dad knows about.
This year though, with the warm house and the lights all around them Sammy has started to realise that they are different from all the other families. There is no Christmas dinner with the family around the table, there is no tree, not to mention presents. There is just them, Sammy and Dean.
Dean can’t stand the longing looks Sammy sends the houses and lights whenever they walk down the street to the small grocery store. It breaks his heart a little that his brother finally realized how different their life is. He’d hoped it wouldn’t happen on Christmas, but then it’s the perfect time for things like that to finally make it into the brain of his overly smart little brother.
At five Sammy is sometimes way too smart for his own good.
***
It’s Christmas Eve and Sam’s been outside building a snowman for hours now. Complete with a carrot nose and coal eyes, a hat and an old scarf. It has to be perfect so Sam’s building a whole family. The snowman can’t be all alone, that’s what Sam said when Dean told him to come inside the first time.
Sammy’s all flushed red from the cold but he’s not shivering and doesn’t have blue lips yet. And he won’t come in, has Dean bringing him hot tea out into the garden instead of listening to his big brother and taking a break inside.
Dean can’t help but smile every time he sees Sammy through the window, making snow angels and laughing bright and happy.
This is how Christmas is supposed to be. But when Dean looks around and sees nothing but old wallpapers and dusty bookshelves he knows Sam’s mood will be down once he comes back inside.
Dean can’t have that. It’s not what Sam deserves.
It’s a spur of the moment decision, they don’t have much money left but Dean’s been helping out at the grocery store and Mr. Dewey asked what he wanted for Christmas this morning. He hadn’t known what to say but now he does. The store should still be open, it’s not too late.
Dean’s fast, has his boots, scarf and jacket on is seconds. He grabs his and Sam’s backpacks and the money. And then he’s outside, shivers at the cold air on his cheeks but grins when Sammy turns around.
“Look, Dean! All done. A family,” Sammy practically shouts, all enthusiastic and proud. Dean just knows he’s doing the right thing even if Dad will probably have his behind when he comes back. Dean doesn’t really care.
“Awesome, Sammy,” Dean smiles and motions for Sammy to move. “Come on, let’s go.”
Sam’s wide grin dims a little but he shuffles through the snow and stops right next to Dean. The he sniffles, wipes his nose with the arm of his jacket and looks up at Dean.
“Where are we going?” Sammy asks carefully, smile still there but he seems unsure of the things going on. Sometimes Dean can’t believe that Sam’s only five.
“Christmas shopping. We are missing a tree and I think Mr. Dewey still has a small one in the shop. We can buy some turkey, too. It’s Christmas after all. Hey, do you still have the stars you did in pre-school?”
Sammy grins all wide, bounces as much as he can in the snow and nods all enthusiastically. If Dean would know how to describe it he’d say there are stars in Sammy’s eyes.
It’s way too cold to be outside for too long but the way Sammy skips down the street, not sparing the house any glance at all, just determined to get to the story, lets Dean forget about the fact that he forgot his mittens.
Watching Sammy jump into every pile of snow along the way makes Dean grin and feel like he really did the right thing there. The ten dollars they’ve left will be invested into something good.
The Deweys know what’s going on, have had a ghost several years back and have been watching out for Sam and Dean ever since they moved into the street. Right now Dean’s eternally great full that they didn’t call Child Services on them yet.
The second they step into the story and Mr. Dewey sees the way Sammy’s grinning Dean knows he won’t have to spend any money at all. The wink he gets, when Mrs. Dewey piles freshly baked cookies and a carton of milk into Sammy’s waiting hands, makes him blush and mumble a thanks. Dean offers money anyway just to be rejected. Sammy’s grin is payment enough says Mrs. Dewey and Dean has to admit that she might be right about that.
They leave with Sammy’s backpack full with cookies and the really good microwavable turkey dinners that actually are real food. Dean’s pack is stacked with drinks and gummy worms and a fire engine car Dean actually insisted in paying for.
They are both carrying a small plastic tree. Well, Dean’s carrying it while Sammy holds on and bounces along. The tree is one of the decorations one’s Mr. Dewey had in the shop window, ready with lights and ornaments. Sammy loves its.
They put the biggest star Sam made on top of it; sit next to it with the TV running and their dinners on their knees. There is hot cocoa and cookies on the table.
“Thank you, Dean,” Sammy says around his turkey, smile wide and eyes still sparkling. For the first time in his life Dean feels like the big brother he should be.
“Merry Christmas, Sammy.”