Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

A Very Supernatural Christmas (3)

A Very Supernatural Christmas (3)

Kylie's POV

I stared out the foggy Impala window at the trailer across the street, a part of me wishing for something fun like snow to keep me entertained. I was disappointed, my eyes only catching the the dull Christmas lights that decorated the home of Mr. Claus. The wheels in my brain turned wondering what the Anti-Claus did in his free time. Did he sit in front of a dim sad looking tree and stare all night cursing his nonexistent brother? Or did he stare at pictures of children wondering how their souls would taste.

I let out a sigh and leaned over the front seat of the Impala, my head peaking over the two broad shoulders of the brothers. Dean took a moment to glance at me, his eyes glazing over with exhaustion. "You doing okay back there?" He asked softly, his voice croaky with tiredness.

"Yeah." I replied simply, yet let my forehead rest against the leather seat. My shoulder sagged as I exhaled trying to wake myself up. "What time is it?" I grumbled, my words sounding muffled.

"Same as the last time you asked." Sam joked lamely.

"Here." Dean said as his finger tapped my shoulder. My head shot up, my eyes coming into contact with a thermos.; "Caffeinate."

A smile formed on my lips as I reached for the plaid cup. I had packed it for the boys to have some warm coffee. I was suddenly grateful for my overachievement for being the best sidekick two hunters could have. I reached for the thermos, the metal cup not feeling as full as it once was.

Twisting the cap, I glanced down through the opening expecting to be hit with a puff of steam and warmth, however, I was hit with nothing. I closed one eye, using the other to focus down the thermos. 

There wasn't even a drop left.

I scoffed, tossing the metal mug to the side. "You're so kind." I rolled my eyes. "Glad I packed the thing, so you could not share."

"Hey blame Sam, he was extra thirsty."

The younger Winchester's eyes widened as he glared at his brother. "What? No I. . ." He let out a breath through his nose, his eyes shooting daggers at his older brother.

"It's fine Sam, don't worry about it." I rubbed the back of my neck, massaging the muscles that tensed up in the back seat, listening to Dean's chuckles.

"Hey, Sam?" The chuckles died down, a grin lighting up his face.

"Yeah?" The younger brother sighed as he stared out the window.

"Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?"

Dean had meant it as a way to tease his younger brother, but little did he know how much the holidays effected Sam. I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and gently rolled it.

"Dean-"

"I mean, I admit it. You know, we had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids." The way he said it sounded like we had a few times where I burnt the turkey. In reality, there were so many holiday where Sam sat in his bed waiting for his father's return. 

It was a sad situation, Sam suffered and won't let it go, while Dean did everything he could hoping he gave his brother some sort of happy memories.

"Bumpy?" Sam cocked a brow in disbelief.

"That was then. We'll do it right this year." Dean promised before looking over his shoulder. "You still know how to throw together that kitchen sink recipe?"

I chuckled and nodded. The kitchen sink recipe was throwing things together until it tasted good, there was no true 'recipe', but I tried. One Thanksgiving I was able to take a couple stacks of Spam, put them together and molded them until it looked like an actual turkey. Dean wasn't the only one to who tried to create happy memories.