Word Count: 707
Theme: really sickeningly sweet domestic fluff (heart eyes)
A/N: I decided to start a Christmas series with the members of team free will, just short little inserts. If anyone really hates it, I will make sure to never do this again.
You guys are awesome:-)
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"This is for Donna, this is for Dancer, this is for Prancer, and Dasher, and Vixen, and Blitzen, and Rudolph." Your three-year-old son, Dylan, stated proudly as he counted the carrots and placed them in seperate festive bowls for seven reindeers.
"That's great, buddy." Dean said, picking up your son and Dylan immediately erupted into a fit of three-year-old giggles. "Time to go to bed, because you know who's coming tonight?" He asked excitedly, carrying a sleepy-eyed Dylan down the hallway to his room.
Pretending not be listening, you smiled to yourself as you sat on the couch, flicking mindlessly through a book that you were not interested in. You could hear the excited murmurs coming from Dean and Dylan down the hallway, speaking about the greatest time of the year; Christmas. Curiosity got the best of you before you decided to get up and wander down to wish your son a Merry Christmas Eve and say goodnight.
"Daddy?" Your son asked Dean, who was now under his red and black AC/DC blanket, head rested on a matching pillow which was a set that Dean insisted would be an essential item in creating a home, something that you thoroughly agreed with.
"Yes?" Dean replied, pulling the blanket up to Dylan's chin so he was tucked in bed as warm as possible.
"Are you going to put the carrots out for the reindeers?" He asked curiously, putting one arm over the blanket so it was exposed to the air. While it was snowing outside and was a very, very cold temperature, the house was well heated enough to be able to sleep well under a single blanket.
"Of course! They need something to eat, don't they?" He exclaimed, looking up at you who had now entered the room after standing in the doorway for a while. "I'll go put the carrots out, you can talk to your mother before you go to sleep," he offered standing up to leave the room. As he walked past you, he stood over you and planted a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving to fulfil Dylan's request.
"Thank you Dad!" Dylan called out, earning a wave from Dean as he left the room and walked into the kitchen, out of sight.
"Mommy?" Dylan asked, tugging on your arm.
"What's up?" You asked, sitting on the bed next to him so you could hear him.
"I can't sleep. I'm too excited." He stated, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"Well how about I read you a Christmas story?" You offered, picking up a hardcover book on his beside table with thin pages. It was titled The Christmas Story, a traditional story that you read to him every year since his first Christmas.
Without speaking, Dylan nodded excitedly and shuffled so that he was lying flat on one side of the bed, making room for you to sit next to him so he could see the well-created pictures in the storybook.
"Well, this is called the Christmas Story," you introduced, as this was his first time of understanding what it meant. He was old enough, as the previous years he didn't understand what you were saying. "And it's why we celebrate Christmas," you added, turning to the first page.
"Well, once upon a time, there was a lady called Mary. She was about to have a baby-," you were then cut off.
"Like I came from your tummy?" He asked, a sweet smile plastered across his face as usual.
"Yes, exactly." You laughed a little at his excitement.
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You finished reading the Christmas story, placing it on the blue bedside table before looking over at Dylan who was now sound asleep. You placed a soft kiss to his forehead, bringing the blanket up over his arms so he was tucked into bed safely. You got up carefully as to not wake him, shuffling over to the door so you could walk down the hallway. Dean stood in the doorway, giving you a small grateful smile.
"Merry Christmas, Y/N." he whispered softly, engulfing you in a gentle hug while beginning to entangle his fingers through your hair.
"Merry Christmas, Dean." You replied, hugging him back.
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