Power Rangers: Lightning Strikes ✔️

Chapter Fifty-Five: Christmas Past

Throughout the night, thoughts were swirling around in his head as he was trying to wait until daybreak however that was not to be. At exactly one in the morning, the first spirit appeared in front of Dean shining her bright light.

"Dean," she whispered in his ear. "Wake up," Dean groaned and opened his eyes to see a beautiful young woman that looked strangely like his mother. He sat up slowly and examined her, her short blonde hair fell just in front of her right eye. The woman smiled sweetly at him as she held out her hand.

"Mom?" was all that Dean could spit out.

"No silly," says the woman. "I'm the spirit of Christmas past, I need you to come with me," reluctantly, Dean politely took her hand as she pulled him up from the bed. Immediately, he turned intangible as the two stepped toward the window. "Now hold on tight," Christmas past started to levitate off the floor pulling Dean with her. She flew out the window while Dean clutched her hand for dear life, they flew through the snowy air until they arrived at Dean's old home in Lawrence, Kansas. The only difference was that it had been a year before his mother's death, his heart melted as he saw the snow falling down from the sky.

"Are we in Lawrence, Kansas?" questioned Dean.

"We are," says Christmas past. "Come, let's get closer," Christmas Past held onto Dean's hand as they floated through the wall until they got into the house. Dean saw that his father had been setting the Christmas tree up and his mother had brought down a box filled with Christmas ornaments followed by a young boy with brown hair and brown eyes. Dean knew that the young boy was him. A smile appeared on his face as he saw his mother dressed in jeans and a white blouse, her hair was tied back into a ponytail as she sat the Christmas ornaments next to his father.

"Mom?" Dean said, trying to call her. He stepped forward and snapped his fingers in her face, but she hadn't budged. "Why can't she hear me?"

"Because she can't see you," says Christmas Past. "Watch," Dean sighed and looked at the family. They were decorating the Christmas tree and laughing at each other while young Dean went into the kitchen to fetch the candy canes. He remembered it like it was yesterday, that was the only happy Christmas he had before the incident that changed his life.

"Wait a minute," says Dean as a thought occurred to him. "This was the day that mom told me she was pregnant with Sammy,"

"You catch on quickly don't you," asks Christmas Past. "Do you remember how you felt?" Dean tried to think back to how he felt that day he received news about his mother being pregnant.

"I felt happy, I was an only child for a while but when mom told me the news," he said. "I was ecstatic, I was excited to have a younger sibling and at the time I didn't even know what to think at the time,"

"Then how about we travel to another part of your past," she grabbed his hand as they left his home and traveled a little ways into his past until they arrived at Broken Bow, Nebraska. When they arrived, it seemed that Christmas Past had brought him to a motel room. Briefly glancing at a wall calendar, he saw that it was December 1991. His stomach did a somersault when he realized the scene that was playing out. He saw his eight-year-old brother and his twelve-year-old self in the room alone. Sammy had been busy trying to wrap a present with a newspaper, curiously, Dean walked over and saw what it was. It had been the necklace that Sammy had given him, Dean touched his chest where the small pendant had been since his brother gave it to him. Dean looked over at the sink to see what he was doing, as usual Dean was cleaning the dishes while his brother knelt on the floor and watched a Christmas movie.

"I remember this day," says Dean. "Dad had gone on a hunting trip leaving me and Sammy alone," Christmas Past turned toward Dean and made a motion on her lips telling him to be quiet.

"Just watch," she said.

"Dad's going to be here, right?" asked eight-year-old Sammy.

"He'll be here," responds twelve-year-old Dean. Sammy did not agree with what Dean had to say.

"It's Christmas," says Sammy trying to carry on a conversation with his brother. Younger Dean was trying his best to stay strong for his little brother knowing very well that his father wasn't going to come back for a few days.

"He knows," responds Dean as his voice starts to sound slightly annoyed. "and he'll be here," Sammy Winchester wasn't going to give up. Sammy had sighed and stood from his spot, he turned to his brother and looked at him, Sammy's voice was calm and steady, but he couldn't help it.

"Dean, can't you tell me? I'm old enough to know," thirty-year-old Dean Winchester watched the scene unfold, this was a terrible day for him. As was every Christmas, when his mother had been burned on the ceiling the night that Sammy had turned six months old. Christmas was never the same. Sometimes he felt terrible considering that he had a good Christmas when he was Eight unlike Sammy did. At least he had his parents around with him, then there was the fact that his father never came home in time for Christmas, Sammy must have felt like an orphan with only his brother looking out for him.

"I don't want to see anymore," says Dean as tears threatened to appear.

"Dean, watch," says Christmas Past. Reluctantly, Dean turned his attention back to the two young boys before him.

"You don't want to know the truth," answers Dean suddenly, the scene briefly changed but it was still the same room and Sammy had tossed a leather journal on the table. Young Dean was shocked, his younger brother had discovered the truth, something he feared would happen. A few moments later, the scene changed one last time to show Sammy handing Dean the pendant. Dean was happy, he had placed the pendant around his neck and gave his brother a hug.

"Please," says Dean as a tear slipped. "Take me back! Take me back now!"

"As you wish," says the spirit, she touched his forehead sending him back to the bunker where Dean had gone back to sleep. At the same time the alarm had gone off as Mark, and the rest of the team left their room and made their way downstairs. Sean Stopped at the base of the staircase wondering if Dean was going to come.

"Should we go get him?" asks Sean as he looks at Sammy.

"No, we should let him sleep," responds Sammy as Colby stepped away from the computer.

"Guys," says Colby. "The monster is attacking Los Angeles!"

"We're heading out now," says Tara.

"Right," agrees Mark. "Ready rangers?" the rangers nodded as they morphed and went to help defend the city and it's civilians.