Decorations were hung, the tree was lit, presents were wrapped and the wine was poured. It was Christmas Eve and I was alone. Now I waited. Waited for Sam to come home to me. He and Dean were off on a hunt, but were supposed to be on their way home. They always made it home for Christmas. I busied myself baking, watching movies and surfing the net. Climbing into bed, I turned on Elf, I drank my glass of wine, then Sam's.
A few hours later I felt myself being pulled from sleep. Lips pressed to mine and the taste and feel were all too familiar. My hands reached for the face I knew. Scruff covered his cheeks, but I loved it. My other hand ran through his hair and I inhaled his scent. His unique scent. Sam pulled back and I opened my eyes, smiling.
"Hey, " I whispered. Sam's face was framed by his hair, and he smiled back.
"Move over babe," he whispered. I always slept on his side when he was gone. Already in his shorts, Sam lifted the covers and slipped under the sheet. I rolled to my back, and he moved to lay on me. Our normal routine when he returned home. My arms wrapped around him and he sighed deeply.
"Merry Christmas." He said as I heard the clock downstairs chime midnight.
