Decorate with Me

"C'mon Sammy.."

"Dean, this is stupid, I'm not 4 years old anymore."

Dean looked down at the stran of Christmas lights in his hands. "But Sammy... We decorate every year.."

"Yeah and every year we are dropped off at uncle Bobby's for the holidays.."

"That's not fair, you know dad is busy, he has priorities-"

"And we aren't his priorities..." Sam sighed.

Dean dropped the lights and walked over to the couch to Sam. "hey... Sammy.. C'mon, you known dad loves us... Right?"

Sam shrugged. "Why does dad have to be gone so much."

"You know why.."

Bobby walked through the doorway and held two steaming cups of hot chocolate. "Made you boys some Coco," he place them down on the lamp stand. "you boys alright?"

"Were fine uncle bobby.." Dean answer but kept his eyes fixed on his little brother.

"Alright, I'll start dinner and holler when it's done." He backed out of the room.

"Dean,"

"Yeah Sammy?"

"I miss dad.."

He took a seat on the couch and wrapped his arm around sams shoulder. "Me too Sammy... Hey, you know I love you right..."

"I know.."

"And you know your my favorite little brother right.."

Sam grinned. "I'm your only little brother."

"Yeah?" Dean held Sam tightly and began what he called 'tickle torture'. "You gonna cheer up?"

Sam began giggling. "Dean! Stop!"

"You gonna be merry?"

"Dean! I hate you!"

"you gonna help me decorate?!"

"Uncle bobby!"

"You gonna help me?"

"Yes!" Sam cried.

Dean released his little brother. "Dean! What in gods name are you doing?" Bobby asked. He shook his spatula at the 7 and 11 year old boys.

"Sorry uncle bobby... Just tryna get Sammy in the Christmas spirit."

"Well, don't break anything.."

"We won't.."

Bobby scoffed. "Uh huh, tell that to my radio and AC.. Still don't know how you boys managed to do that..." He chuckled. "dinner is almost ready.." He turned back to the kitchen.

"Bitch."

"Jerk.."

Dean smiled. "Help me decorate Sammy..."

"Okay.."

Together they strung the lights. Decorated the tree and hung the stockings. They even laid out cookies for Santa.

"You know dean...I like spending time with uncle bobby more than dad." He sipped the hot chocolate. "It's kinda like.. He's our dad.."

Dean smiled sadly. He knew Sam was right. "Merry Christmas Sammy."

"Merry Christmas dean."