Ages:

Dean - 16
Sam - 12
James - 6

All you really need to know about James' character is that he is Sam and Dean's half brother. His mother and other brother had died in a car accident, and he was picked up by John after being released from the hospital. This is his first Christmas with the Winchesters. (I explain why there's no back story explained in this story at the end of it)

"You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout…" James Winchester sung in a small, slow, sad voice. He was normally happy at Christmas, excited for Santa to come and leave Christmas presents under the tree. But it was already Christmas eve, and they didn't have a tree. James doubted Santa would be able to find him. He's been with the Winchesters four month now, and they've stayed at a minimum of 3 motels already. How was Santa supposed to find someone, when that someone didn't even know where he was?

He was sitting on the floor, Indian style, picking at the carpet while the others were packing up. They were moving again, so even if Santa knew where they were, there was no way now.

He wanted a tree to decorate, he wanted his mom to ask him to help wrap gifts for secrete Santa's, teachers, or his mom's friends. He wanted to play in the snow. He couldn't do any of those things though, His mom wasn't there and he didn't even have a snow suit.

He felt like crying, but at the slight chance Santa did find him, he didn't want to ruin it and get put on the naughty list, the song does say "you better not cry".

"Come on James, we're going, get in the car." John barked. John did seem to get upset around Christmas time, and it wouldn't surprise James if John had a permanent spot on the naughty list. He wasn't a very jolly man.

The car ride didn't take too long. James slept most of the way with his head of Sam's shoulder. And when he wasn't sleeping, he and Sam played cards as best they could, but with all the bumping and shaking, the cards kept falling off the seat while playing Go Fish and that was the only game James knew.

They pulled in front of a small hotel, and John left the boys in the car while he went to check in.

"Guys?" James asked. He didn't want to ask the question in front of John. James was still nervous around him and was afraid John would think he was stupid. Sam looked at James and Dean spun in his seat. James hesitated before asking his question. "Is Santa going to come? I don't think he knows where I am and there's no chimney for him to come down, and we don't even have a tree for him to put presents under."

His words were said fast and mixed together, Dean could barely understand him, and Sam unfortunately left this one for him to handle.

"Course he's coming. Santa knows everything, he knows you're here. And we'll get a tree…" He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do about the chimney issue, Sam never asked about it when he still believed, and Sam knew the truth now. Luckily Sam took over after that.

"Yeah, and Santa can turn really small, with his magic and stuff, he fits right through the key hole of the houses without chimneys," James nervous face disappeared a little but he still looked sad. "What's wrong Jimmy?" Sam asked. James turned to look out the window and tried keeping his tears in.

"Nothing." He replied quickly when he seen John heading over the car. James quickly wiped the single tear that fell down his cheek, as John drove around the motel to their room door.

After they unpacked the car, and got pretty much settled in, John decided to head out and try to pick up any leads on the new hunt he was working on, but not before handing Dean money for the hotel room, he had paid for the first three nights up front, but just in case he didn't make it back by then.

"There was a shop that was selling trees just down the way. Probably take about five minutes to walk it. You guys want one?" James nodded excitedly but Sam just looked at him skeptically

"We don't got any money Dean."

"Sure we do Sammy, dad gave me some in case he was more than three days, to pay for the motel room."

"Exactly, to pay for the motel room, I've got a couple days to make up the money; it shouldn't be that much for a tree."

"It's not that big." James observed. If he stood on his tip toes he could almost reach the top of it.

"You seen the other ones, it was the biggest."

"It's still not that big," They had gotten the tree practically free, only having to pay ten dollars and the owner had even thrown in a small box of decorations. "And it looks kinda funny." There was a little empty spot where branches and leaves had fallen out. Dean grabbed the tree trunk and spun it a little.

"That better?"

"Yup." James said popping the 'P'.

It didn't take very long to decorate. With a small tree and a small box of decoration that was a given. There was only a small strand of lights in the box, that didn't cover the whole tree, but they made it work. There was surprisingly quite a few bulb ornaments in the tiny box that made up for the lack of lights. They put tinsel where the lights wouldn't go and when they were finished, the tree didn't look too bad.

The older boys had noticed James seemed quiet. He wasn't interrupting conversations or asking questions, not even the random facts he always seemed to know. The tree seemed to have cheered him up a little bit, but he still seemed upset.

"What's the matter?" Dean asked him after a couple minutes of silence.

"I'm not supposed to cry, cause that's what the song says, I'll get coal if I do… But I want to cause my mom and other brother ain't here," The little boy bit his bottom lip to try and keep the tears in. Santa may have been watching, but so were his older brothers. "And neither is dad, but that's okay cause he never was 'fore." Anger wasn't present in his tone, no resentment either. It was said matter-of-factly; innocence laced though and though, like it was normal he hadn't had a father all his life.

There were rare moments when Dean Winchester let people see his emotional side. It was a side that was reserved for when either of his younger brothers needed comforting. Now was one of those times.

"Buddy, I know how you feel. My mom's not around for Christmas either. Sometimes I'm sad but, I know she wouldn't want me to be. And don't worry kiddo; you can cry for that, Santa won't mind."

After checking and seeing if James' eyes were closed, Dean motioned for Sam to get him the presents he had gotten wrapped at the mall. It wasn't much, he couldn't get a decent job without the proper references and no one wants to hire someone who they'll have to replace after a couple days, he got the four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figures for James and he had let Sam pick out a book and he also bought him the card game Skip-Bo, with the promise to play it with him because James was too young.

Sam had gotten Dean Gel, a whole pie, and peanut M&M's, Dean insisted he didn't have to, but Sam wanted to and his school had a Jelly Bean guessing contest and the winner got a quarter of the money raised and the jar of jelly Beans. In total he had won $15 plus a jar of jelly beans, which he planned to share with both his brothers.

"Santa's not real is he?" His question startled Dean and he stood up straight from putting the present down. Sam sat up fully in his bed, slightly amused about the spot James had put Dean in.

"Why would you say that?" James shrugged.

"I can read the word Santa." He pointed to the 'Love: Santa' on the package Dean was holding.

"Yeah, ummm..."

"I'm not dumb. Don't lie. It's not nice." Dean laughed softly.

"Right, sorry." He ran a hand down his face and looked at Sam.

"You're on your own." Was all he got in return.

"People don't believe in Santa because he brings them presents…"

"He eats your cookies too. Or he's supposed to, but that's a lot of cookies and we used to put out three and he ate them all. Mom only gave me one because I'd get a tummy ache if I ate too much she said." James interrupted.

"Yeah too many cookies aren't good... Pies okay though… Anyways like I was saying," Dean started again. "People believe in him because they want to believe there's someone so selfless in the world, someone that will give everyone something…"

"Except the bad girls and boys because they're on the naughty list right? Mom said that if Santa thought you were bad than you wouldn't get any presents because the presents were a reward for being good." His brothers' could tell he was happier now, for some reason finding out Santa wasn't real made him happy.

"Yeah, bad girls and boys don't get anything. Anyways," He tried again. "Wait where was I? Right, they want to believe someone will give presents…"

"So it is about the presents?"

"Your turn." Dean said as he looked at Sam.

"It is and it isn't. It about why people give the presents not why they get them."

"Ain't that the same?" Sam shook his head. "But if I'm nice and Santa gives me a present cause I'm nice, Santa's giving cause I'm nice and I'm getting cause I'm nice. So there's no Santa right?"

"No Santa isn't real, but he can still be in your heart, like your mom and brother are."

"If Santa's not real where to the gifts come from?"

"The people who love you give you them."

"So, if Santa's not real does that mean I can be bad and you'll still get me presents at Christmas? Cause you guys love me?" Sam liked being the little brother. It was less complicating.

I've never been good with ending things, but I think this turned out okay. It does seem to happen a little bit fast after re-reading it on here, but I like it so...

There's a reason James has no back story in this fic, it's because I was going to have a new chapter fic up before I put this one out, but it's not done and if I upload it now, than it probably won't get done for a while.. I'm horrible like that, and since this is a Christmas fic I wanted it up around right now. I probably should have waited and people are probably a little confused, but if you want to know James' back story, I should have a new chapter fic up sometime this week, I hope, no promises though.