Dean watched over Sam as he slept through the night waiting for their father to show up. He always came back for Christmas, he always would but from the looks of things with no sign of Dad at 1 o'clock on Christmas morning they were going to spend the day alone. Dean crawled onto Sam's bed and cuddled up to his six year old brother and slowly started to fall asleep. With his last thoughts he prayed that their Dad would be there by the time they woke in the morning.
At five am Dean awoke to the creaking of the door to their motel room opening. He peeked out from under his lids and saw his father setting up a small tree in the corner and laying out two small presents. He quickly closed his eyes as he saw his father straightening up. He heard the floorboards creaking as their Father approached. He felt a blanket being draped over his body as well as their dad lying down and spooning both Dean and Sam, cuddling up and throwing an arm over the both of them in their sleep. Dean sighed quietly in happiness as he slowly fell asleep again listening to his dad's heartbeat as it settled into a gentle rhythm. Dean's last thoughts were 'Thank you'.