Supernatural | One-Shots

The Christmas Gifts: No One.

↬ Date: June 6th, 2021.
↬ Prompt: Pinterest/"Imagine having Christmas with the Winchesters."
↬ Trigger [Warning]: None.
↬ Words: 919.
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The glass was fogged and icy to the touch. Now, they say a motel parking lot isn't beautiful, but have they seen one while it was snowing? The way the snow fell and lined the cars, the way it fell in front of the neon light-up board that had the name of the motel on it, the way it seemed endless. It was breathtaking, or at least to (Y/N) it was.

"Oh, come on, Dean. It's not that bad." (Y/N) giggled as Dean shook his head to knock the snow off of it. He placed the bag he was holding on the table next to the door while glaring at (Y/N), who could only laugh because he still had snow in his hair and on his jacket, "Plus, it's pretty."

Dean mocked (Y/P), which (Y/P) only responded by rolling (Y/P) eyes.

"It is, isn't it?" (Y/N) turned (Y/P) head towards the boy who just appeared. (Y/P) smiled warmly at him before turning (Y/P) eyes back to the window.

"See, Dean, even Cas knows it's beautiful," (Y/N) muttered as (Y/P) watched a lady walk her dog down the sidewalk that was in front of the motel. Dean walked over and shut the curtain that made the moonlight stop shining in. (Y/N) pouted and turned around in (Y/P) chair, "Meanie."

"Halfwit," Dean bit back with a smile as he grabbed two beers from the bag and passed one to Sam as he flipped through the channels. It was Christmas night and they just finished a hunt, so they were tired but happy. (Y/N) fidgeted in (Y/P) seat as (Y/P) grabbed three little wrapped packages from the pocket of (Y/P) sweater.

"I, um, I know we don't do Christmas anymore...but I made these for you guys and, you know, you don't have to keep 'em," (Y/N) muttered as (Y/P) handed each person one. Dean and Sam looked at each other with the same look while Castiel just opened his gift. He pulled a small black rope from the newspaper (Y/P) used and held it up. Three silver stars were dangling from the rope. (Y/N) pointed at the stars, "That one is Canopus, that one is Vega, and that one is Betelgeuse. I remembered you saying you had a hand in making these."

Castiel smiled as his tearful blue eyes looked away from (Y/P).

"Thank you, (Y/N)." as Castiel spoke, (Y/N) took his necklace and tied it around his neck. The silver laid against the blue tie he had on. Sam opened his and pulled the same black rope out but this one had a silver crest moon instead of stars. Placing the newspaper aside, he grabbed the moon and looked at what was engraved into it.

'The Moon Is Just As Important As The Sun'

Sam ran his fingers over the cool silver. Just by the feel of it, Sam knew it was pure silver. He thanked (Y/N) as he put it on. The black rope and silver made his eye color dance, they seemed more grey now instead of green. Dean hasn't opened his present yet.

"What is it, Dean? Do you not like it...?" (Y/N) asked as (Y/P) twiddled (Y/P) thumbs. Dean stayed silent as he slowly pulled the newspaper out of the fold it was in. A black rope with a gold sun sat in the palm of his hand. He slowly moved the sun over and read the engravings.

'The Sun Is Always There'

It doesn't look like it means anything, because the sun isn't always there. It goes away before the night falls and when it was there, it was angry, but Dean knew what (Y/P) meant by it. He ran his fingers over the little sun rays that were on the sides. Dean noted that it was silver, not gold, it just looked like gold. He wiped his mouth as he sniffled silently.

"No... I like it." Dean didn't take his eyes off of the necklace as he spoke.

"You don't have to wear it..." (Y/N) muttered as (Y/P) hugged (Y/P) knees to (Y/P) chest. Dean looked up at (Y/P) with an unreadable expression and (Y/N) just sunk into (Y/P) side of the loveseat (Y/P) was on. Dean wrapped the rope around his neck and tied it while keeping his eyes on (Y/N).

"No, I'm going to keep it and I'm going to wear it because you made it for me," Dean hissed playfully. (Y/N) smiled bashfully as (Y/P) looked at the boys from over (Y/P) knees, "I just...feel bad because I didn't get you anything in return, you know?"

"Oh, it's fine, really! Gifts are for babies anyway," (Y/N) stated as (Y/P) turned (Y/P) attention to the Christmas cartoon. (Y/P) had to cover (Y/P) mouth to stop (Y/P)self from giggling.

"Did... Did (Y/P) just call us babies?" Sam's tone of voice was light and hushed.

"I think." Dean's voice responded with the same tone. Castiel just smiled softly to himself and watched the movie with (Y/N). It was a good night. There weren't any lights, no trees, or any big feast. Just the four of them with crappy beer and kids' Christmas shows/movies. None of them would have it any other way.