Lost and Found- Sam Winchester

chapter twenty nine

It was almost Christmas time. My first christmas with the boys. I was so happy, I got to celebrate the holidays with the two people I loved most in this world. We were in Michigan on a case of an "anti-clause", the boys and I were walking around Santa's village, egg nog lattes in hand.

"Both of the men that disappeared were here before they went missing." Dean was looking through a newspaper article on the missing people.

"We should celebrate this year. Our last year all together." I suggest, already thinking about what I was going to get the boys for Christmas.

"No. I hate Christmas." Sam moans.

"Why?"

"I just do. I don't want to."

I look over to Dean and he shakes his head as we continue walking through the village. We come across a man that was dressed as Santa Clause, he looked drunk or high, maybe both.

"What about this guy?"

"Fake friendly neighborhood Santa Clause?"

"Yeah, I mean, he kinda looks the part."

He starts walking away, having a limp.

"That's what the legend says. Walks with a limp, smells like candy?"

He walks into a trailer, which we assume is his home.

"Let's come back tonight when everyone's gone and check it out."

-

After nightfall, we head back for the village and stake out the trailer.

"Why don't you wanna celebrate Christmas?" I whisper to Sam.

"Because I don't. It's stupid anyways."

"It's not stupid to me. I wanna spend the holidays with the two people I love, is that too much to ask?"

He just ignored me as we watched the man, walking around the trailer. We heard a scream and we all run in, I held my gun up, prepared for whatever we had to do. Dean breaks down the door and the man was sitting on the couch, half naked, watching porn, and smoking weed. We all are quick to putting our guns down as he quickly turned around to look at all of us.

Sam starts singing Silent Night, acting like we are carolers. He hits Dean playfully to make him sing a long with us. The man starts to clap, laughing at us.

"That was the most embarrassing thing I've ever done." Dean says as we head back to the hotel.

"Well if it's not him, we're back to square 1." Sam groans as he flipped through a book.

"Let's go and get some rest, prepare for the morning."

"Sounds good to me. Might go to the bar for a bit. Don't wait up on me." Dean drops us off and the hotel and drives off.

"You could've went with him." I look up to Sam as he unlocks the door.

"Not in the mood to go drinking and watch Dean hit it off with all the women there."

"What's wrong with that? You're happy, he deserves to be too."

"He doesn't want a relationship. He wants a one night stand to make him feel better."

"What's your deal tonight, Sammy? First the whole cold shoulder when I ask about Christmas and now, worried about Dean having sex?"

"Angie, I have a lot of bad memories with Christmas. I hate it. My dad was always on the road and never was here to spend it with me and we never had anything. It was always just Dean and I."

"It's his last Christmas, we have to make the most of it."

"I don't want to. I don't want to think about how he'll be gone in a few months."

"We'll make the most of these months. Make it enjoyable for him."

"It's just going to be sappy and sad and I don't want that."

"We don't have to think about it that way. How about we make it seem like our first christmas together because that's what it is? I know it might seem odd but I haven't had much of family time either, and I want to make the most of it with you two. I love you both so much and I want you both to know that."

"I'll think about it. I love you too, and I know Dean cares about you as well." I see a smile across his face for a moment.

"I'm going to go shower, okay?" I stand up and kiss his forehead as I head to the bathroom, but he grabs my wrist.

I turn around and see him stand up, bringing me to the bathroom with him.

"Is this your play on making me feel better?" I say as he shuts the door and pushes my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, is it working?" He starts sending kisses down my neck and to my collarbone.

"No." I groan as he begins to suck on my skin, leaving love marks.

He chuckles as he begins to pull my clothes off. He kept kissing me as he did so, which made me feel hot. My body was starting to sweat. He bends over to turn the shower on and he lets go of me as I get into the shower. I let the hot water glide over my bare body, waiting for Sam to join me.

"Sammmmm." He was trying to tease me now, I hated him for it.

He opens the curtain and steps in. I had my back to him, letting the water drip down my face. I felt his hands to my back, tracing circles on it. He went to my neck and grabbed it, sending me around to face him.

"You called?" His hands were now in my hair, moving it out of the way of my face.

"I hate you." I whisper into his ear as I nibble on the side of his face.

"Shut up, you love me."

-

Sam and I got out of the shower and dried off, I smiled as he brushed his teeth standing beside me. This is what I was talking about. This was the type
of love I was looking for. Everything was perfect. I couldn't be more happier. He squeezed my sides, causing me to squirm as I tried to finish brushing my teeth. I kept smacking his upper body but he wouldn't let go. I felt the toothpaste in my mouth start rolling down my chin as I continued to laugh. He stopped to wipe it away and spit into the sink just as I did.

"You're making it really hard for me to be mad at you."

"Then don't be mad at me."

"Oh! Why didn't I think of that?" I say, readjusting my towel around my chest.

I walk out of the bathroom to grab my clothes. I drop my towel and put on a big black t shirt, slipping some underwear on underneath it. I turn to Sam, standing behind me. He smiled at me and kissed me for a moment, holding my face.

"I love when you do that." I smile as he lets out and grabs his bag.

"I know."

He puts on a pair of sweatpants and a white t shirt as I flip through the channels on the TV. I found 'A Christmas Story' on and I laid in bed with my arms
behind my head, leaning against the headboard.

He comes and lays beside me, laying his head on my stomach. He holds out his arm across me and closes his eyes.

"Sam, you're such a puppy dog." I smile, placing my hands in his head. I played with his hair as he quietly drifted off to sleep.

I couldn't stop looking at him. He looked so peaceful, I wanted this all to last forever. I know I kept thinking this, but what I didn't know was that it all soon would be tested and we might not all make it out alive.