Shiver
December 1988, Flint Michigan
Sammy was crying. Dean had dragged his brother into the back room of their tiny apartment, because John had a look of frustration on his face, and being so close to the holidays, Dean didn't want to anger him.
"Sammy, stop crying what's wrong?" Sam sniffled and his wide watery hazel eyes met his brothers.
"Tis cold outside Dean… I don' like the cold…"
"It's always cold here in the winter Sammy… but you have to go outside so you can get to school, you like school don't you?" Sammy nodded his head frantically he loved school.
"Okay, well you have three more days of school until Christmas Break, can you brave the cold for three more days?" Sam tilted his head in contemplation.
"If I go outside, does that make me a good boy?"
"Uhhh…." Dean was confused and didn't know why Sam was asking that. "You are already a good boy Sammy, but it is always good to go to school and do what Dad says." Sam nodded.
"Will Santa come?" Dean sighed but nodded his head.
"I am sure he will Sammy." Sammy's eyes lit up and he got up and grabbed his coat off the bed.
"If Santa can go out in the cold, I can too!" Dean laughed.
"Okay Sammy, grab your stuff I will meet you by the door." Dean wandered back out to the living room where their father was waiting.
"Where's Sammy?"
"He's coming, just getting his backpack."
"Okay, good. Glad he listens to you…"
"He just doesn't like the cold…"
"Mhmmmm." John mumbled.
"Hey Dad?"
"What isn't Dean?"
"Make sure you get Sammy a Christmas present from Santa this year okay?" John quirked an eyebrow at Sam, he didn't like his kids believing in stuff that wasn't real, there was enough stuff that was real.
"Please Dad… he is just a kid…"
"Okay… fine." Dean smiled, he knew Santa wasn't real but he wanted Sam to be a kid.
"Thanks Dad."