Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

A Very Supernatural Christmas *Bonus*

A Very Supernatural Christmas *Bonus*

'Twas Christmas night and laughter filled the dingy motel room. Many people would sigh and some would pout, but there were two people who wouldn't be without. Sure the decorations weren't the best and there was a funny stain on the carpet, but Kylie and Dean didn't complain.

"So did Sam actually measure the rum?" Dean questioned as the two held tinsel in their hands decorating the youngest Winchester who had passed out long ago.

Kylie, who was enjoying her first true Christmas, let out a giggle. The rum was running through her veins making her thoughts a bit fuzzy. She was the furthest from drunk, but she felt care free, something she hadn't felt in a long time.

"I warned him," the huntress grinned as she put paper star in his hair, "but he poured it all in." She let out a giggle, her footsteps fumbled. "He said you'd like it strong. I don't think he realized how much of a light weight he was."

Dean watched with a twinkle in his eyes as the love his life acted like the kid she never got to be, his eyes immediately locked on the pearl ring on her finger. Sure it was a little two big and already tinted her finger green, but pride swelled in his heart knowing that a little piece of him was on her. Sure it wasn't on the left hand where he would like it, but it left a certain claim on his girl. He only hoped his mark would be on her even when he was gone.

"Speaking of lightweight . . ." Dean trailed, watching as the beauty before him pursed her lips, wondering what else she could add to the Winchester tree.

"Hm?" She hummed, her thoughts not well put together. She glanced up and saw the mischievous look on Dean's face. It didn't take a genius to know that he was teasing her, or even a sober mind at that. "Are you saying I'm a lightweight?" She raised a brow, her arms crossed.

"Well, you had," The elder Winchester glanced over the ragged couch at the two empty cups that sat on the scratched up table, "two cups." He let out a soft chuckle and nodded. "Yeah sweetheart, I'd say you're a lightweight."

Kylie knew he was right, she didn't drink, never wanted to make a fool of herself. It didn't stop her from the scoffing at the man who stood before her, the one who always held a piece of her heart even when she didn't want him to.

"No all of us are Mr. Dean Winchester, you know?" She teased, taking a step back from her Sam to admire her work.

"Oh yeah? Some would think that was a good thing." Dean chuckled watching as she sent a playful glare in his direction. 

Kylie's playfulness came to a halt as she took in the man before her. No matter how mad he made her, she would always melt at just the sight of him. "Nah."

"Nah?" Dean laughed, taking a seat on the arm of that ragged couch. "What does that mean?"

"It means," The drunk huntress started, "that there is no man out there like you." She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the semi-moment they were having, but Kylie took a step towards Dean trying to look seductive, only to stumble and almost fall into his lap.

The man didn't need hunter reflex to catch her when she fell. He would always be there to catch her. 

Dean let out a chuckle and grabbed a hold of her arms gently, bringing her to stand between his open legs. His hands gently slid up her arms, taking in every beauty mark and scar until the rough skin of his palms were cupping the soft skin of her cheeks.

Kylie relished in the warmth, missing his hands on her and the way he made her feel. A soft sigh left her lips as she felt him, it was something different than she felt the last time he touched her. He was so careful, touching her like she was fragile. That's what she assumed at least.