Nothing else matters (Dean Winchester fanfic)

Chapter 2

8 years later

Christmas Eve/day

Just like every year, Dean, Sam and I were stuck in a motel room. And usually we, meaning Sam, were OK with that. Dean and I however, knew what John was really doing and Christmas around Sammy was so hard. Always lying to the kid, let alone trying to get presents if John hasn't shown up is always a struggle. It's only ever happened once but that was when Sam was 2 and didn't quite remember.

You see, ever since Mary's death, there was a spark in johns eye. A spark that I quickly learned was revenge so, for 8 years now, John has been searching for the demon that killed his wife and yes, you heard correctly. There is such thing as demons, and there is such thing as ghosts. As well as werewolves, and a whole lot of other things. Even things called wendigos. And for 6 years John has been obsessed with killing as many evil sons of bitches as he can. Because John is a family guy, so if something happens, he'll do anything he can, to get revenge. And he hasn't yet, but he will. He can feel it, or so he says.

Currently, in this motel room was Sam and I as Dean, was out getting food. It was his turn with the money which meant he had to get the food. Then when I had it, I would get the food. It had turned into a habit for us but never, ever, would Sam get the money.

And to make matters even better, we would only ever get 2 beds and, it was up to me to choose which bed I slept on and since Dean and I have been best friends since we were babies, we were both fine with sharing a bed if it came to it but, if johns case was near town, John, Dean and I would prefer it if one of us was in the bed with Sam, so that was usually me as I was the best with a knife. Both throw in and stabbing. Sam didn't know this yet.

So currently, I was sitting on my bed, listening to music, while I was waiting for Dean to get back as I was starving and the very thought of food made my stomach grumble and Sam was currently wrapping a present for John. It was a necklace and he had shown me after Dean had left as he didn't trust his older brother with the secret of what he was giving his dad for Christmas. I couldn't blame the kid. It was fair.

"So, have you got me and Dean anything?" I ask Sam in a joking manner but he takes me seriously and looks up from his task of wrapping the present in newspaper to answer my question.

"No. Not this year." He says simply the goes back to wrapping. I just laugh and smile and retort with a none mean question.

"I'm hurt. Why not?" I was used to not getting much for Christmas. Hunting evil things wasn't exactly a paying job.

"Because uncle bobby gave this to me to give to dad. I'll get you something next year." I smile and tell him ok just as Dean comes through the door. I instantly perk up and he laughs at me, making me stick my tongue out at him, then grab my food which was the classic nuggets and chips. Unless I wanted something different which was usually every second hunt.

"Took you long enough. I though I was going to die." I exaggerate and he looks at me with an amused look before giving him little brother some food.

"What are you doing?" Dean asks him and I smile under my food and listen to Sam's answer.

"Wrapping a present for dad. Uncle bobby gave it to me, said it was real special." Sam answers. Still trying to put up the hard task of wrapping it so, me being me, got up to help him. He had it wrapped in no time after that.

"Dean? Will dad be home for Christmas?" Sam asks after a little while and we both freeze but lying to Sam was something we did on a regular basis.

"Of course. Every year he is. Why wouldn't he be?"

"Well, because it's Christmas Eve."

"Sam, of course. He had to do a few jobs but he'll be here. Just like every year." I say to him but, then he asks something (I forgot what) about Mary, making Dean have an outburst at his younger brother.