Title: Alone on Christmas
Summary: Demons, ghosts and nightmares force Sam to run away from home which means, this year, he'll be alone for Christmas. Teen-chest. Two shot.
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Candy canes hung from the end of the branches on the tall brightly lit evergreen. Red and green stockings hung from the lip of the mantelpiece. A bowl full of shiny covered sweets sat in the middle of the coffee table. A small girl playfully ran into the room and sat at the kitchen table. A father and son soon followed. Both were smiling happily and sat down beside her.
Sam Winchester watched them from outside the living room window. He should have been looking at the cookies on the table. He hadn't eaten anything substantial in nearly two days. He should have been looking at the warm yellow fire. The Michigan air was bitterly cold. Sam pulled the collar of this jacket around his neck and coughed some hot air into his numb fingers. He should have been looking at these things but he wasn't. Instead, he was watching the children's mother. She carried a plate of food over to the table, kissed her children on the tops of their head and smiled lovingly at her husband. Her love for them wasn't what Sam noticed. It wasn't even her blonde hair, her clothes or the fact that she resembled his mother. The woman turned sharply forcing Sam to gasp in fear. Her eyes! "No," he whispered shaking his head. "No," he slipped on the ice as he ran away from the window. Her eyes glowed yellow just like in his dreams.
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An inch of snow quickly turned into a foot and two feet had fallen by the time the church clock chimed eleven. Sam shook the snowflakes from his hair as he rounded the corner turning his back on the harsh icy winds. His thighs ached as lifting his feet over the snow became tougher. He stuffed his numb fingers into his armpits as it was the only part of his body that hadn't succumbed to the cold Michigan air. Christmas Eve wasn't turning out as good as he hoped for. Every year he wished for the same thing. A day with no ghosts or demons. A day like of those children he saw earlier. A day of normality. He realised his family didn't come under the traditional definition of a normal family but he missed having those few hours, after his father passed out, with his brother telling him stories of their mother. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, tales of protective angels and Beatles tunes were the only memories Dean could share. But they were all Sam needed.
Sitting behind the couch or crawling under the table, they would hide from their father's prying eyes. Dean began every story with a smile and an "I remember when". Sam would like belly down, hold his head in his hands and listen to his every word. But things changes after he discovered the truth. They grew too tall for their hiding places and the stories became more infrequent. Growing up without a mother never bothered Sam. He had Dean. Every night, he would be tucked in and whispered to by his big brother. He never got to experience motherly love but he guessed his brother's love was pretty damn close.
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Sam's back crashed into the solid brick wall causing the pain to vibrate throughout his body. The last bit of energy was slowly dissipating out of his body. He needed food before his body slipped into sleep. Suddenly, his ears cocked to the soft whispers of music. Voices, although faint, could be heard dancing with the wind. He shook his head assuming he was dreaming but he could still hear them. All around him were closed shop fronts with everyone home for Christmas. It was after midnight so no one should have been up. Still, he was intrigued and followed the beat.
As he turned the corner, he could feel a warmth. Ahead of him stood a small church. Decorative lights hung over the door and around the windows. Sam kicked this snow caked shoes off each step as he climbed them. His head felt light when he reached his hand out for the door. He staggered inside and faltered to the floor as the voices continued.
Fall on your knees,
O hear the angel voices
O night divine...
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AN: Second part should be up in the New Year. Thanks for reading!