Title: Christmas Surprises

Author: Perca alannalover

Feedback: Yes please

Summary: Sam thinks of Dean on Christmas Eve and gets the surprise he never would have expected.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters

Spoilers: through season 3. AU past that.

Pairing: none

Warnings: none

Beta'd: IndigoNight

Author's Note: This is the third of hopefully twelve oneshots by me for the twelve days leading up to Christmas each one will be with a different fandom and on Christmas Eve I'll be posting a fic with a Christmas song in it or as a songfic for each fandom.

ENJOY!

I sat in the lonely hotel room that was serving as my house as I worked on the latest case I had found. It was Christmas Eve and I didn't have the willpower to wonder the streets where passersby would wish me Merry Christmas… I couldn't do it, not when if Dean had still been here we'd be kicking some demon's ass right now. But Dean wasn't here, he was in hell, because of me.

Bobby had offered to come and keep me company but I'd declined saying that I would be fine. But as I sat there hopelessly not even with the T.V on (there was nothing but Christmas specials on as there had been for the past few days) I was regretting his not being here, sure he would have tried to get me to talk about things, Dean mostly and what I'd been doing, but anything would have been better than being alone.

There was a sudden knock on the door making me jump. I didn't move thinking that I'd imagined it, but the knock came again more insistently, if it was Ruby she would just come on in. I stood slowly, silently grabbing the gun that had been beside me and walked just as slowly to the door. I stood still for a moment not hearing anything for a second before another knock came.

'They're not going to go away.' I thought.

In a flash I opened the door a pointed the gun at who had been knocking. And my mind went into shock… It was Dean… or at least something posing as Dean, so I didn't lower the gun but after a second the thing spoke and I knew that this was no imposter.

"Sammy," It said, "I just got out of hell, lets not send me back so soon."

"You're not Dean!" I said, even though I was almost positive that it was.

"Fine, believe me or don't, I don't really care." Dean turned and started walking away.

After a second I followed him, afraid that it really was him and that if he left now I'd never get another chance.

"See," he said turning back around, "You really do believe me."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But I have to be sure. If it really is you then if I let you go I might never find you again." I replied, now fiddling with the little bottle of holy water that I had gotten into the habit of carrying everywhere.

"It's me. Go ahead do any test you want, Sammy but I'm telling the truth."

That was rather weird but I smoothly slipped the top off the holy water and throw it in his face to no avail.

"See?" He asked.

"Dean?" I whispered feeling as if there was a balloon in my throat. "It's really you?"

"Yeah, Sammy." He smiled and came over to me grabbing me into a hug.

It defiantly smelled, felt, and sounded like Dean. I pulled back and whispered, "How?"

"I don't know, but isn't this amazing? My body isn't in strips." He said still smiling, "Now what are you doing cooped up on Christmas Eve? Its lonely girl crazy outside!"

I laughed as I let him lead me away from that hotel and toward the busy city.