A/N: I know nothing about what's going to happen in the season finale. This is purely speculative/time I could be spending working on my homework (nah).
Summary: Christmas with the Winchester brothers, six months after Dean's deal has come due. Angst-ish. Spoilers for "A Very Supernatural Christmas"
"Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas"
"So," Dean says. "I got you something."
"I know, I know. Last year was . . . kind of a fluke. My last Christmas, or whatever, so yeah, we did the whole celebrating thing. Eggnog and football . . . and I know that was hard for you. I know that you hated it, and it was . . . cool . . . cool of you, to do that for me. Cause you knew I wanted to. Cause, yeah. It was cool."
"Anyway, didn't figure we'd do it this year, you know. Not as big of a deal now, me not dying, you—well, just didn't figure on it. But, hey, I was gas-ing up the Impala, and I just saw this 99 cent sparkly baton . . . you know me, couldn't resist. So, yeah, I got it for you. Candy bar, too. Snickers, your favorite. Figured you'd, uh, like that, you know, when you got up. Hospital food sucks, trust me, I know."
"So, uh . . . figured we'd just watch the game again. . . no eggnog this time, nurses don't allow it. Not good for business, you know, drunk family visitors, and I guess patients . . . well, you know, Coma Boy doesn't really need the liquor. So, yeah, we'll just watch this here, and, you know, you wanna wake up or whatever, I won't even rib you about the fact that you didn't get me anything. Cause, dude, that baton? I had to fight for that thing. It was the last one and some little ballerina wannabe wanted it, and she bit me, can you believe that? She bit me."
"I told her that Santa wasn't real, and she ran away crying. And dude, I do not feel bad about it. That little thing was vicious. Brutal. She'd have totally kicked your ass."
"So . . . Giants are losing. Not that you care. You probably think the Giants are from San Francisco. Know fuck all about football, man, just a scrap more than you know about cars. Don't know how you're my brother, dude—but you are. You're my brother, so, you know, I miss having you around, bitching me out about things. I know yelling at that little girl, man, you'd have given me hell."
"I miss that. I, uh, I need you, Sammy. The whole point of doing this was to keep you safe. What you did—you shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have done it, Sam. I'm supposed to go first. I'm supposed to go first, Sam, not you. I'm . . . supposed to protect you. You're supposed to be a pain in my ass, and I'm supposed to protect you."
"Six months, man. I need you to be a pain in my ass again. I can't do this alone. I can't, and I don't want to."
"Giants just gave up another touchdown. Fucking assholes—to lose to the Dolphins of all people—man, it's a good thing you're not awake to see this, it's a good thing, you shouldn't, you—"
Dean starts to cry.
-Fin.