Fic: A Perfect Christmas (for 
extraonions)
Title: A Perfect Christmas
Author:
aaronlisa
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written forextraonions for the 
spn_holiday exchange & she wanted to see: Sam and Dean, brotherly bonding/ comfort, snow.
Notes: Set pre-series.
Summary: Sam and Dean wait for their father to come back in the middle of a snowstorm.
Word Count: 717
The snow had kept worse by the hour until Dean finally announced that he doubted that their father would be able to make it home in time for Christmas. Sam sat on the couch, his arms folded across his chest and he refused to turn on any of the Christmas specials. Instead he kept watching the news and its reports of highways being shut down due to the snow and ice. When something else was on, he’d turn and glare at Dean as if it was Dean’s fault that they were in a motel room in Seattle waiting for their father who had gone on a hunt; a hunt that was supposed to have been an easy one that John Winchester could have accomplished in a few hours.
Dean sat down beside his brother and he tried to think of something that would cheer up his fourteen-year old brother. However, he found that he wasn’t sure what one could say to cheer someone up when they had all wanted for Christmas was a semi-normal Christmas.
“It’s not fair,” Sam complained.
Dean stood up angrily and paced to the window, where he pushed aside the curtain and watched as the snow fell for a few minutes before he turned back to Sam.
“So you think that Dad should have let this ghost kill some unsuspecting person on Christmas Eve just so you could have a normal Christmas with gifts and a turkey?”
“That’s not it at all!”
“Then what is it? All this month you’ve been whining for a normal Christmas like we’re some family in one of those stupid shows you watch and you know we’re not.”
Sam stood up and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Dean sighed and collapsed back on the couch. He couldn’t understand why his brother was so uptight about something that was virtually impossible for them to have. They’d never have a picture-perfect Christmas.
A few minutes later, Sam came back into the main room and sat down beside Dean. He sighed before he picked up the remote and changed the channel to some Christmas program. Dean wasn’t sure what it was but it was some kids’ cartoon.
“It’s not that I wanted the whole picture-perfect family dinner and gifts that have nothing to do about hunting under the tree,” Sam quietly stated.
“Then what is it?”
“I just wanted it for once where you and me and Dad were all together and it wasn’t about hunting monsters or saving people and that it was just about us.”
“Sammy,” Dean began only to be interrupted by Sam.
“I know Dean, but sometimes it seems like Dad cares more about hunting the monster that killed Mom than he does about us. And it’s not fair.”
Dean stared at his brother for a moment before he grasped his brother’s shoulder in an awkward moment of affection.
“He does care a lot of about us. I know that he doesn’t always show us but I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s stuck somewhere trying to get back to us.”
“I wish I had your faith in him, Dean.”
“You know what, I say we go to bed after we watch this and then I bet in the morning Dad will be here.”
Sam gave Dean a lopsided smile at his brother’s words, even though they both knew that it would probably be impossible for their father to make it back in time for Christmas morning with the weather and the snow. But for a moment Sam gave into the belief that Dean had.
“Okay,” Sam replied before he leaned into his brother’s side momentarily, “Maybe Christmas miracles can happen.”
“And if Dad doesn’t come back, we can always go to the restaurant across the street and flirt with that hot waitress.”
Sam laughs at his older brother and they settle on the couch to watch a Christmas special while the snow outside falls gently on the ground as they wait for their father to arrive. They both know that neither of them will actually make it to one of the beds, instead they’ll watch movie and movie about the miracle of Christmas before one of they both fall asleep on the couch. But that’s what Christmas has always been like for them.
**END**
Author:
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for
extraonions for the spn_holiday exchange & she wanted to see: Sam and Dean, brotherly bonding/ comfort, snow.Notes: Set pre-series.
Summary: Sam and Dean wait for their father to come back in the middle of a snowstorm.
Word Count: 717
The snow had kept worse by the hour until Dean finally announced that he doubted that their father would be able to make it home in time for Christmas. Sam sat on the couch, his arms folded across his chest and he refused to turn on any of the Christmas specials. Instead he kept watching the news and its reports of highways being shut down due to the snow and ice. When something else was on, he’d turn and glare at Dean as if it was Dean’s fault that they were in a motel room in Seattle waiting for their father who had gone on a hunt; a hunt that was supposed to have been an easy one that John Winchester could have accomplished in a few hours.
Dean sat down beside his brother and he tried to think of something that would cheer up his fourteen-year old brother. However, he found that he wasn’t sure what one could say to cheer someone up when they had all wanted for Christmas was a semi-normal Christmas.
“It’s not fair,” Sam complained.
Dean stood up angrily and paced to the window, where he pushed aside the curtain and watched as the snow fell for a few minutes before he turned back to Sam.
“So you think that Dad should have let this ghost kill some unsuspecting person on Christmas Eve just so you could have a normal Christmas with gifts and a turkey?”
“That’s not it at all!”
“Then what is it? All this month you’ve been whining for a normal Christmas like we’re some family in one of those stupid shows you watch and you know we’re not.”
Sam stood up and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Dean sighed and collapsed back on the couch. He couldn’t understand why his brother was so uptight about something that was virtually impossible for them to have. They’d never have a picture-perfect Christmas.
A few minutes later, Sam came back into the main room and sat down beside Dean. He sighed before he picked up the remote and changed the channel to some Christmas program. Dean wasn’t sure what it was but it was some kids’ cartoon.
“It’s not that I wanted the whole picture-perfect family dinner and gifts that have nothing to do about hunting under the tree,” Sam quietly stated.
“Then what is it?”
“I just wanted it for once where you and me and Dad were all together and it wasn’t about hunting monsters or saving people and that it was just about us.”
“Sammy,” Dean began only to be interrupted by Sam.
“I know Dean, but sometimes it seems like Dad cares more about hunting the monster that killed Mom than he does about us. And it’s not fair.”
Dean stared at his brother for a moment before he grasped his brother’s shoulder in an awkward moment of affection.
“He does care a lot of about us. I know that he doesn’t always show us but I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s stuck somewhere trying to get back to us.”
“I wish I had your faith in him, Dean.”
“You know what, I say we go to bed after we watch this and then I bet in the morning Dad will be here.”
Sam gave Dean a lopsided smile at his brother’s words, even though they both knew that it would probably be impossible for their father to make it back in time for Christmas morning with the weather and the snow. But for a moment Sam gave into the belief that Dean had.
“Okay,” Sam replied before he leaned into his brother’s side momentarily, “Maybe Christmas miracles can happen.”
“And if Dad doesn’t come back, we can always go to the restaurant across the street and flirt with that hot waitress.”
Sam laughs at his older brother and they settle on the couch to watch a Christmas special while the snow outside falls gently on the ground as they wait for their father to arrive. They both know that neither of them will actually make it to one of the beds, instead they’ll watch movie and movie about the miracle of Christmas before one of they both fall asleep on the couch. But that’s what Christmas has always been like for them.
**END**