Dean dreamed of the last Christmas he had with his mother. There was a smile on his full lips, and he hugged his pillow closer to him. He could smell her perfume, and felt her hair against his cheek as she hugged him, as he helped her make gingerbread men at the kitchen counter. In his sleep he softly called out to her.
Sam lay dreaming of a time that never happened...when the Winchesters were all together, and he and Dean were around 8 and 12. The music drifting through the house, his mom singing along, the scent of a holiday meal drifting on the warm air. His dad putting on his gloves, as Dean waited at the door for his brother and dad to go outside and make a snowman. Sam was happy.
The door opened in the living room, and small feet left snowy footprints on the wooden floor. Chucky grinned as he shut the door. He walked over to the sofa, and looked into the duffle bag that lay beside the sofa. He smiled, as his eyes lit up.
"Ah, ha. What did I find? Christmas presents for me...they shouldn't have. I have been such a bad boy this year. But I will find good use for these." He pulled out a long wicked looking hunting knife, and a .45. 'Tiffaney wanted me to chose Dean, though I don't know why. Sam has power, I can use it. I just have to get him alone.' Chucky walked into the kitchenette and opened the frig..."Ah let me see, which would work best?" He put his hand into his small pocket as he reached into the frig.
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Sam walked into the living room, moving over to the fireplace, and began to stir the banked fire into life again. He added another log as Dean walked in, scatching his head. "Good morning, Dean."
"Morning, coffee ready?"
"No, put some on."
Dean walked into the kitchenette, and turned on the small electric coffee maker. Then turned and opened a cabnet, and pulled out the box of lucky charms, and then took the milk from the frig. Grabbing a bowl he sat down. He filled a bowl, and began to eat. Sam walked over, and went to get himself a bowl. Dean hugged the box.
"Hey don't I get any?"
"You can have the prize."
Sam stood there, his lower lips sticking out. "Dean, share."
"Okay, but I get two bowls." Sam sat down, with a very large bowl. He smiled, as he held up a large dipping spoon. Since I only get one."
Dean just laughed and shook his head. "Little bro, you are nuts. I thought I taught you what spoon to use."
Both boys began eating, and Sam was planning his trip into town.
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The siblings had split up at the mall, and Sam was going to make this a Christmas for Dean to remember. He moved to a music store, his first stop. He didn't notice the pretty brunette who watched him.
Dean strutted, as he watched the girls. Giving his million dollar smile when he saw a really pretty one. Now if he could just get one of them in his stocking. But Sammy wouldn't arrange that. He wondered what he should get his baby brother.
Sam moved over to another store, he decided on something and smiled. It was perfect, and Dean would love it. A tall, slender, blond girl came over to him, smiling. "Miss, I'd like one of those. Can I get it wrapped here?"
An hour later Sam met Dean at the food court, and found Dean sitting at a table, drinking a coffee, girl watching. Sam sat down, putting his bags down softly. Dean looked down, and reached out, Sam swatted his hand away.
"Oh no, big brother. You have to wait."
"I'll trade ya, one of mine for one of yours?"
"No deal, we both wait."
"Okay, How about we eat. I am starving."
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"I'm not going anywhere else today, little bro. I want to watch a football game. All that shopping and ording that dinner, and then you had to buy us stockings with our names on them. We aren't four."
"No, we are six and ten...come on Dean, just enjoy it. We never had it with dad. If you are good you can have a candy cane tonight. We also have those movies to watch. Tomorrow is going to be special. I promise Dean. Nothing can go wrong."
Dean turned off the ignition and opened his door, grabbing his bags. Sam turned and grabbed his, smiling as started humming Christmas songs. Dean stopped at the door, glancing down. "Ah, Sam. Look, some little kid has been messing around our cabin."
Sam looked down, and then turned to check the area. "Those are mighty small prints, hope the little guy isn't lost."
"Yeah he needs a big brother like me. That never happened to you."
Dean opened the door and carried his bags in, with Sam following. Dean turned on the tv, and sat down on the sofa, taking his boots off and putting his feet on the coffee table. Sam watched his brother, and smiled.
"Ah Dean, we are supposed to go and get our tree. Let's do that now, then we can relax for the rest of the day and the night."
Dean groaned and gave Sammy a look. Then began to put his boots back on. "The things I do for you little brother."
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Both boys trudged through the woods, knee deep in the soft white stuff. So far so good, nothing had tried to grab, eat, or throw them into a tree. It was a good day. Sam kept humming until Dean who was leading the way, reached back and lightly smacked Sam in the chest.
Sam was the first to spot the tree. He grabbed at Dean's shoulder and pointed over his shoulder at the tree. "That's the one. Isn't it perfect?"
Dean looked at the five foot tree, it was full, green and rather nice. For a tree. "It's your call, Sam."
Sam moved over and raised his ax. Dean smiled as the ax struck the wood. Dean kept watch for anything dangerous.
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Chucky watched them, and knew that tonight he would have that body. Then he would kill the other one. He hated pretty boys. He watched them drag the tree, before he turned and hurried away. He had to beat them to the cabin. He had work to do.
Dean opened the door and stepped in as Sam followed with his part of the tree. As Dean walked in, Dean felt a burning pain in his calf, he glanced down, and saw blood. He stopped and dropped the tree. "What the hell?"
"What is it Dean?"
"I don't know. Something cut me." Sam dropped his half and moved over to his brother.
Sam pulled his gun from his belt as Dean did. Both began to look around the room.
