Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

A Very Supernatural Christmas (6)

A Very Supernatural Christmas (6)

Kylie's POV

Christmas 1991

The snow began to come down heavily as more time passed, the motel room had gotten  slightly colder. It didn't bother a sleeping Sam, who only sunk deeper into his pillows, a furrow on his brow as he dreamed. I tugged his blankets up to his shoulders and smoothed his hair down, he looked so peaceful like this. He didn't have a worry or a care in the world when he was asleep, and I secretly envied him. He didn't have to worry about monsters haunting his dreams.

Glancing at the clock, I realized that I should be cuddled up in my bed too, but Dean hadn't come back yet and I began to grow nervous. The snow was starting to come down pretty heavy, covering roads and pathways. What if a car didn't see him when he was walking down the road? What if he fell and cracked his head open? Should I call John?

The questions rapidly filled my head causing a slight ache behind my eyes. I had to go out and look for him, I had to know that he was okay. Just as I grabbed my jacket, the motel door opened letting in the cold winter air, and in came Dean Winchester.

"Where the hell have you been?" I cursed as I made my way over to him.

With a slight shrug of his shoulders he held up to wrapped gifts in his hand, a proud smile on his face. "I went shopping." He wagged his brows, trying to look innocent.

I rolled my eyes, my arms crossing in front of me. "Shopping or robbing?" I questioned with a raised brow.

Dean's smile faltered. "Why do you always have to be such a downer." He shook his head trying to play off like he wasn't hurting on the inside, but I knew the look on his face. He was hurting. It shouldn't be Dean getting Sam a present, it should be his father.

I let out a sigh and stepped aside, Dean looked confused for a moment, wondering why I wasn't yelling at him, or scolding him for stealing. 

How could I?

What kind of selfish person would I be if I argued with Dean about wanting to give his brother a good Christmas?

I took a seat on one of the wooden chairs, watching Dean smile as he precisely placed the wrapped presents before walking to the bed sitting next to his brother on the bed, shaking him excitedly.

"Sam, wake up!"

The younger brother stirred in confusion, glancing around the room for the source of noise. He rubbed his eyes roughly as he blinked up at his older brother.

"Dad was here. Look at what he brought." 

Sam looked around for his father, more worried about him than the presents. "Dad was here?"

"Yeah. Look at this. We made a killing." Dean grinned.

The younger brother let out a yawn, his shoulders sagging when he realized he wasn't getting the thing he truly wanted for Christmas. "Why didn't he try to wake me up?"

"He tried to. Like a thousand times." I spoke from my seat.

Sam gave a little frown when he glanced in my direction. "He did?"

"Yeah." Dean said quickly. "Did I tell you he would give us Christmas, or what?" He nodded towards the tree. "Go on, dive in."

I glanced across the room at where Dean had stuck the presents under the dimly lit Christmas tree. I brought my feet up on the chair, placing my chin on my knees as I watched Sam excitedly scurry over to where his presents awaited.