"Dear Mr. Easter Bunny"
Disclaimer: I, in no way, own "Supernatural" or it's characters. But boy I wish I did! grins
A/N: I've had this idea in my head for quite some time and I've just finally been able to write/type it. I figured since it was close to Easter, I'd write a little SN Easter One-Shot. Hope you like it! Reviews are welcome!
Summary: Sam writes a letter to the Easter Bunny.
Dean Winchester sat in the driver's side of the Impala, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the music that was playing on the stereo. He glanced over to the passenger side where his brother, Sam, sat and grinned; looking back at the road. Sam happened to glance over at Dean and caught this.
"And what are you grinning about?"
Dean looked over at Sam with a 'Huh? I'm not grinning' look on his face.
"Nothing."
"Yeah. Sure. I know you're grinning about something otherwise you wouldn't be grinning at all."
"How many times are you gonna say the word 'grinning'?"
"I don't know. Now will you just tell me!"
"Alright. Sheesh! Don't get your boxers all up in a wad."
Sam gave Dean the "I'm gonna kill you later" look.
"Well, Easter's coming up and I was just thinking about that time when you wrote a letter to the Easter Bunny."
"Dean, I was 5 years old. I didn't know no better."
Dean couldn't help but let out a laugh. He remembered it like it was yesterday...
5-year-old Sam Winchester sat at the small, round table in the motel room that him, Dean and their dad were staying in. He had a crayon in one hand and was staring at a brightly colored piece of construction paper which laid motionless on the table. Dean walked in and noticed him looking at the piece of paper, trying to think of what he could put on there.
"What'cha doing little brother?" asked 9-year-old Dean as he walked up to the table and sat down in front of Sam.
"Writing a letter to the Easter bunny."
"The Easter bunny?"
"Yes." He looked up at Dean with those sparkling eyes and Dean knew that there was no use in arguing the fact that little Sammy was writing a letter to the Easter bunny. Sure it was alright to write a letter to Santa, but, the Easter bunny? Uh, no.
"Sammy, you can't write a letter to the Easter bunny."
"But why?"
"Because, uh," he hesitated for a bit before he continued his defensive side of the argument. "he doesn't have an address like Santa does."
"An address?"
"Yeah. You know, like a mailing address. It's how you send stuff to people."
"Ohhh, ok. Well, do you think I could still write a letter to him just to see if it works?"
"Sure, Sammy. You go right ahead and write to Mr. Easter bunny. Let me know if you get a letter back." He stifled a laugh.
Sam, too young to know any better, didn't see the sarcasm in Dean's voice when he said that. All Dean got was a triumphant "Ok!" and the biggest, brightest smile he had ever seen as Sam started on his letter to the Easter bunny.
Sam straigtened up in his seat as Dean finished the story. He couldn't believe that he sat there for the whole, what seemed like an hour, ten minutes listening to Dean tell the story of him writing that letter to the Easter bunny.
"And I never did get a letter back either."
"That just goes to show you that, no matter how hard you try, you can't write a letter to the freakin' Easter bunny!"
"Well, just to let you know, I'm not gonna be trying that again."
"Good. Because you know what?"
"What?"
"You still won't get a letter back from that damned rabbit."
Sam laughed as he stared out the window the rest of the way, thinking back to the good old days when he wished that he didn't know hardly anything.