Title – Christmas Promises
Rating – K for all
Summary – Christmas through the victim's POV
AN – Victim taken from Season 7 Episode 3 'The Girl Next Door'
"I don't know what to do with him," the old man walked the breadth of the room. "He's just so... so..."
"Angry?" his wife looked up at him from the kitchen table. She held up the wall of her gingerbread house with one hand and with the other, she squeezed the icing between the cracks. It was close to Christmas and she was just adding the finishing touches to everything. The sparkling Christmas tree in the front room just got the ends of its branches whitened with fake snow. The small turkey was wrapped in gauze and just placed in the freezer in the shed. The last of the lights were just hung on the roof and around the front porch. Their Christmas stockings hung on either side of the fireplace with a third one just bought for the newest member of their family.
"He's just lost his mother, Charles. Give him time to grieve," she held the two pieces of the gingerbread together as her eyes moved up the decorated stairs.
On the landing, ivy covered the tables and tinsel covered the windows. Over the door frames, were sticks of cinnamon tied together with red ribbon. There were just three doors upstairs; the couple's room, the bathroom and the spare room. Recently though, the spare room had been occupied and it probably would be occupied for a couple of years more.
Inside the room, there were no signs to show that the holiday was just around the corner. Any tinsel that was put up was torn down immediately. The walls which were newly painted were now black with drawings. One wall in particular was unique. Up close, the drawings made no sense. Lines of pages, some of them black with crayon while others were white with black lines. But from a distance, they made a shape. Not only did they make a face but they looked like a man's face. It was the same man who took a knife and stabbed it into the stomach of the boy's mother.
The boy sat on the floor rubbing the black crayon stub over the white page. He remembered everything. He remembered they were going to go out for dinner but she forgot her bag. He remembered her telling him to wait in the car but it was so cold he followed her back to their motel room. He remembered the fear in her eyes as the tall man stabbed her coldly and lowered her to the bed. But most of all, he remembered the man's face. He was tall with a strong jaw, dark brown hair and dark eyes. His lips pushed out when he spoke and his voice was low and hoarse.
The boy lightly blew the crayon shavings away from his hands and slowly got to his feet. He knew why his mother was killed. He knew the man was a hunter and he knew he had a brother. Finding his name would take time but he knew he would never forget his face. He got some tape and stuck the last sheet up on the wall completing the man's eye. Then he stepped backwards until his back hit the wall behind him. He looked over the image that was staring back at him and repeated the words that he last spoke to the stranger. "The only person I'm going to kill is you."
AN: Yes, that was a little dark but I knew everyone would be writing happy Sam/Dean stories & sometimes Christmas isn't a happy time for some.