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Dean Winchester

Dean sat down at the table, a large beer in his hand. For a moment, you question why he was drinking so early in the day, but you quickly realize that this was Dean and he was always drinking.
You finish wrapping the last Christmas gift for Castiel when Sam enters the room, holding a mug of hot chocolate for himself. The smell drifts through the room and makes your mouth water.
"So," you place the gift under the tree with the rest of them. All different shapes and sizes. "what are you guys' wishing for this Christmas?"
Sam chuckles and 'ums' a few times before answering. "I don't know... Maybe a day off. We've worked every Christmas since... Well, since I can remember." He sat down at the table and folds his hands together. "What about you?"
You clean up your mess, tossing the cut pieces of paper that couldn't be salvaged, and tidy the library up a bit as you thought of your answer. "I would love to have a dog." You grin, hinting at your Christmas present.
Sam laughs at you. "Dean, what about you?"
Dean's beer was halfway gone. You hadn't been paying attention to how much he was consuming. You suppose it wasn't your problem, but it still worries you.
"Me?" Dean takes a sip of his beer and slouches on the table. "Nothing." He sounds hopeless and angry as the word leaves his lips. You and Sam glance at each other but you don't say anything further. It's best to leave Dean to grieve over whatever it was.

Cas hands you the last package, wrapped in pretty kitty cat Christmas paper. "This is from all of us." He smiles at you with those perfect blue eyes. "I helped pick it out."
"Look at you, Cas." You tease him and set the package in your lap. You caught yourself glancing up at Dean before you ripped the paper off. He was sitting to the side, drinking his whiskey and looking off in the distance. You wonder if he's upset over his wish still.
"Open it!" Sam laughs and nudges you with the tip of his toe, which you thought was a bit unsanitary and wrinkle your nose at him. "Come on!"
You tear off the first piece, searching your memory for what this might be. It was fairly large, big enough to fit several articles of clothing inside.
Once you reach a box, Sam hands you a knife, which you took and gently cut the tape off of, just incase you might ruin something inside with the blade. But once you opened the flaps, it took a second to process what you were staring at.
Inside was something fluffy, something that looked alive. You reach in and pull out a stuffed animal; a dog, to be exact.
"Guys!" You laugh and take a look at the face. It's obviously meant to be the breed you mentioned the very same night you said you wanted a dog for Christmas. They listened to you and they delivered. "This is adorable, thank you!"
You hug the stuffed animal. The fur was soft and warm. This was better than an actual animal. At least with the fake dog, it wouldn't get lonely when you left for cases. You would cherish this forever.
"Alright, are we done?" Sam asks, getting to his feet and stretching. It was nearly midnight, meaning it was almost Christmas day. The four of you were thankful to have these two days off. It looks like Sammy got his wish.
"It seems so." Castiel rose to his feet and began to clean up the mess with the wrapping paper. "This was a good time. I can't wait for next year." He grins.
Still holding the dog, you grab your things. "Dean, are you okay?" You ask, noticing Dean pouring yet another cup of whiskey.
"Just peachy." He murmurs into the cup before swallowing half of it in one go.
Sam and Cas share a look before leaving the room in a hurry, carrying all the trash and their own presents out. Clearly, they knew what was going on.
"Talk to me." You take a seat beside Dean. "It's Christmas. Smile."
"It's kind of hard to smile when everybody's Christmas wish comes true and mine doesn't." He fusses. "Even Cas's came true. All he wanted was a family to celebrate the damn holiday. You got a stupid dog."
Not that you would tell him, but that kind of hurt. He had helped picking out the "stupid dog" to your knowledge. You found yourself fiddling with the collar of the dog.
"What was your wish?"
"Nothing. It's crap and I'm crap. I don't deserve it."
"Dean Winchester. Tell me what's gotten you so down on the happiest day of the year." You huff.
Dean picks his head up and stares at you, following your eye movements. "My Christmas wish? My wish was you." He stood up before the words processed correctly. "I wished for you, but it didn't happen."
"Me?" You look up at him and a smile breaks across your face. "You're messing with me." You giggle. Dean didn't waste a wish on that, surely. He could've had anything else in the world. Why a girl?
Dean's face sunk even more, if that were possible. His eyes water up. "That's exactly why I didn't tell any of you." He turns on his heel and walks down the steps, to his bedroom, where you where you hear him slam his door.