Still, Still, Still --A Christmas to Remember
Disclaimer: Still don't own them and still not making a profit. I also don't own the words to the Christmas song Still, Still, Still!
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It was a cold December morning in the town of Monroe Oregon. Sixteen inches of pristine white snow lay on the ground having fallen quietly overnight. The area looked like a scenic picture postcard complete with snow laden evergreen trees interspersed throughout the old western style town that was ablaze with Christmas decorations alluding to the upcoming holiday. Inside the Monroe Inn slept two brothers who had stopped to spend the night after having just finished a hunt for a bearwalker in Mountain Air Park. On one bed, the oldest brother was peacefully sleeping with his right hand tucked under his pillow holding onto the shaft of his favorite hunting knife wearing nothing but a pair of navy blue boxers. In the other bed, the youngest slept wearing a pair of jogging pants and a light green t-shirt. He was sleeping fitfully as horrid dreams assaulted his restless mind. He curled up into a fetal position and whimpered softly before relaxing into sleep once again.
Dean was awakened early as daylight streamed through a crack in the closed drapes and shone on his face. He turned his head to see Sam still asleep in the other bed with the disheveled blankets wrapped around his legs indicating that he had had a restless night. Sammy hadn't been sleeping too well since their father had died approximately two months before and if Dean were honest, he spent quite a few restless nights himself. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, Dean climbed out of the bed quietly and grabbed some clean clothing from his duffle bag. He took a quick shower and dressed in warm clothing so that he could go grab them some breakfast before hitting the road later today. After dressing in blue jeans, an AC?DC t-shirt and a long sleeved denim shirt, he pulled on his leather jacket and wrote Sam a quick note telling him where he would be.
Walking outside, he shivered from the cold and grumbled at the sight of all the Christmas decorations that were completely strewn about the town. He was in no damned mood to celebrate he and wished people would quit rubbing the season in his face. To make matters even worse, his beloved Impala was covered in snow and he would have to scrap it off before he could leave to find a decent place for breakfast. Thank goodness he had thought ahead and put snow tires on the car knowing that they would come in handy during the winter months. Opening the drivers side door, he slid in and started the car before turning on the defroster so it could help to melt any ice on the windows after he had scraped the snow away. After a few minutes, he climbed into the now warm car and drove off carefully down the road in search of someplace serving breakfast.
"Sammy you better be damned glad I'm doing this" Dean mumbled to himself as he fought the wheel to keep the Impala from sliding on the black ice into a snow bank. If he had known the roads were going to be so damned bad, he would have just grabbed a stale danish or two from the continental breakfast being offered by the Inn. As the roads became worse, Dean was forced to slow down to what he felt like was a snail's pace at only thirty five miles per hour. "Jeez, is the whole frickin world against me?" he questioned as he thumped his hand on the steering wheel in anger.
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"Damn it, who the hell could be calling at this time of the morning?" Sam wondered as he heard the sound of the Back in Black ring tone signifying an incoming call. Dean had added the ring tone to his phone a few days ago after he had heard the tune of Silent Night playing one too many times from people calling. He pushed himself up from a lying position and flung his legs off of the side of the bed as he groggily reached out to pick up the phone, noticing for the first time that Dean was no longer in the room.
"Yeah, who's this?" Sam mumbled half asleep as he flipped open his cell phone.
"Hey Sam, it's Bobby. Did I wake ya kiddo?"
"Uh yeah, S'okay. Is something wrong Bobby?" Sam inquired as he reached out to pick up the note he now saw laying on the dresser with Dean's handwriting on it informing him that he went for breakfast.
"Nah, everything's fine. Listen Sam, I was hoping that you and Dean could come by for a few days and spend Christmas here with me, maybe drink a little eggnog and talk of times past." Bobby didn't like the idea of the boys being on their own this holiday season since the pain of losing their dad was still so raw in their minds.
"I don't know Bobby. Dean hasn't been in the best of moods lately and he is acting like a scrooge. Maybe it would be better if we just let this Christmas quietly slip by without any fanfare on our parts."
"Aw, come on Sammy, you wouldn't want to leave an old man to his lonesome on Christmas would ya boy?" Bobby retorted eager to change Sam's mind.
"What old man are you talking about Bobby? "Can't be you we're talking about cause you still got lots of life in ya man!" Sam grinned.
"Something must have knocked you in the head boy if you're thinking that. Anyway, I think it would be good for you boys to come by the salvage yard. I don't like the thoughts of you being out there by yourself, especially at this time of year. Just promise me you'll try Sam. You don't have to tell Dean anything, just get him here and I'll take all the blame for springing Christmas on him." Bobby prodded.
"I'll see what I can do Bobby, but I'm not promising anything." Sam informed the hunter who was a father figure to them now.
"Thanks Sam, hey, why don't you just tell him I need help on a hunt or something. That should catch his interest and make him more willing to visit."
"Okay Bobby, will do. You just better be prepared for one pissed off Winchester when Dean finds out we swindled him into coming" Sam said knowing that Dean wouldn't react well to finding out what they had done.
"Don't sweat it tiger, I've dealt with you dad when he was pissed off more times than I care to remember, Dean will be a piece of cake. I'll see you boys soon Sam."
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By the time Dean made it back to the motel room, the only thing still hot was his temper. He had spent more than thirty minutes at the diner waiting on their food because the damned waitress had forgotten to turn in his order and she still had the nerve to wish him a Merry Christmas. And then to top things off, on the way back to the motel he had gotten a flat and had to change it in the freezing snow. By the time he had finished, his hands were freezing and his nose was dripping disgusting snot. He flung the door open with more force than necessary causing it to bang against the wall. "If one more person wishes me a Merry Christmas, I'm going to punch their damned lights out" Dean gritted as he walked into the room to deposit the food in front of Sammy who was sitting at the table researching on his laptop.
"Here's you're breakfast and I don't want to hear one damned word about it being cold" Dean growled as he pulled the sausage and egg burritos out of the brown paper sack. He quickly unwrapped his burrito, took one bite out of it and threw it in the trash. "Damn it, they can't even make a freaking burrito in this town without having gooey eggs."
"What is with you dude?" Sam asked as he watched his ill tempered brother slam dunk his breakfast into the small motel trash can.
"Nothin' I'm just tired of all the holiday cheer that this town is trying to force down our throats. Get your bags packed Sam, we're getting the hell out of here."
"O---kay" Sam said with a slow drawl as he trashed his own breakfast. The eggs were definitely undercooked and he didn't want to get food poisoning. He quickly shut down the computer and then started stuffing his things into his duffle bag. "Oh, by the way Dean, Bobby called and he wants us to come to his…"
"Forget it Sammy. We're not going to Bobby's to celebrate the holiday. All I want to do is find some out of the way place, drink myself into a blissful oblivion and sleep Christmas day away." Dean said as he glared at his baby brother daring Sam to challenge him.
"Who said anything about celebrating?" Sam asked as he pointedly turned away from Dean to get his things out of the motel bathroom, sure that his face would be a dead giveaway as to what he and Bobby had planned. "Bobby asked for our help with an angry spirit that has been terrorizing a young couple not too far from where he lives. Bobby wants to vanquish the spirit before they get back from her folks place."
"Sounds good, but you better not be lying to me Sammy" Dean warned him as he finished packing up his own things. It would be just like Sam and Bobby to plan something behind his back, when they knew damned well how he felt right now.
"Jeez Dean, would you stop acting like a damn Grinch" Sam mumbled as he walked out of the bathroom only for Dean to grab him by the shirt and slam him up against the wall. "What the hell dude?"
"I've had it with your attitude the past few weeks Sam. Do you even give a shit that dad died? Because you're sure not acting like it little brother" Dean spat out contemptuously.
"That's not fair Dean and you know it" Sam said as he forcefully shoved his brother away from him, his eyes shining with tears. "I loved dad just as much as you did and it hurts like hell that he's not here with us right now. And I'm sorry that the last thing I did was try to pick a fight with him and I'll never forgive myself for it. I'm just tired of…just forget it" Sam uttered before brushing past Dean with his bag and walking out the door. He stomped over to the Impala and threw his duffle bag into the open trunk before climbing into the passenger side of the sleek black muscle car.
Dean felt guilty as he watched his brother walk away. He knew he shouldn't have said the things he did, but he was just so damned tired and he let his anger get away from him. He followed Sam out to the car and closed the trunk after putting his own duffle bag into it. He opened his door and slid into the car before looking over at Sam who now had his attention focused out the side passenger window.
"Sammy, I didn't mean…" he started to say but was cut off by his little brother.
"Forget it Dean" Sam voiced shakily as he continued to stare out the window not willing to forgive his brother just yet.
TBC Should I continue?