Christmas Time

".............ok, so i havent done anything w/ dean specifically yet, so i made take of "A Very Supernatural Christmas" (i really only change one of the gifts ) Please R&R!"

Dean Winchester drove his '67 Chevy Impala back into the motel parking lot. He carefully closed his baby's doors, and grabbed the wrapped box from his car. It was snowing- and damn cold at that. He huddled in his father's leather jacket, and shivered. He quickly jogged up to the door, and pulled out his key. Once he was inside, his hands dropped to his side and he gaped in astonishment.

Sammy was sitting down on an old chair- smiling. "Merry Christmas, Dean." Dean took his coat off, and sat opposite of his brother.

"Merry Christmas, Sammy." He coughed once, and then put the box on the table. "I though you said you didn't want to do Christmas." His brother shrugged, and leaned back in the chair.

"Well, I change my mind." he said. Dean gave him a questioning look- he wasn't buying it at all.

"And the real reason?" he pressed. Sam sighed in defeat, and sat up.

"It's just........you don't have that much time left.......and......this might be our last Christmas together. I....I just don't want to skip out on that- I realized." His brother said - his voice making it evident he was fighting back tears. Dean nodded- not pressing the issue any further. He was afraid that if he did, his brother might cry, and he wasn't good woth tears.

"So,,,,,,," Dean cleared his throat. "I got you a present." he said, gesturing to the box. Sam nodded his head, and pointed to the bag he had next to Dean's box.

"Same here." Sam picked up the bag, and gave it to Dean. Dean did the same with Sam, too.

Dean opened the gift, and smiled. 'He knows me so well.' Dean thought. "Fuel for me, and fuel for my baby!" he said, laughing as he held up the candy and car oil. Sam laughed along with him, and opened his gift. Sam's smile slowly disappeared when he opened the box. He found a jewelry box inside, with a picture of the whole Winchester family before the fire. He ran his finger over it, and smiled again. "Open it." Dean said. Sam looked up at him, and Dean could tell he was trying not to cry again. He opened the little gold lock, and fingered the locket that lay inside. He opened the locket, and could no longer contain himself- he broke out into tears. It was a picture of him and his brother when they were little, and on the other side, a picture of them present-day.

Dean frowned, and got up from his seat. He sat next to his brother, and pulled his arms around his brother. Sam copied the action ,and cried. "Sam, it's okay. I'm not goin' anywhere yet." Sam nuzzled farther into the hug, and Dean shed a tear himself. What was he going to do? His bother was going to be so devastated when he left, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop it. That pissed him off- he didn't like that he couldn't help his brother, and that he would have to suffer alone.

Suddenly, Dean realized that his brother had stopped crying- he had fallen to sleep. Dean carefully laid down on the couch, with Sam on his side, and wrapped himself around his brother. Merry Christmas, Sammy." he whispered- all the while thinking of the misery that was ahead for both of them....

"......ta-da!!! did i do good? does it suck! Let me know!!1 Please R&R!"