Disclaimer; See chapter uno.
A/N: so its the second day and Dean's given her her car back, what else could he have instore for her?
One again thanks to my Darling Beta Camlann who made this awesome for you guys :)
Enjoy!
K
xox
On the Second Day of Christmas….
Naomi groaned as she turned over in bed, her head feeling as though someone was sitting on it.
Okay, that much champagne—not a good idea, Naomi thought as she rolled over, her foot catching on something at the foot of her bed. Sitting up, she realised that it was her Christmas stocking, which was always waiting there on Christmas Day. Naomi slowly reached forward, jumping in fright when "You Shook Me All Night Long" suddenly filled the empty white space.
What the—the phone! Shit, where's the phone? Finding it buried amid the sheets, she groggily pressed the Send key to answer.
"Hello?" she croaked, surprised she could still talk at all. Champagne was bad enough but mix it with wine, and it's a nightmare for her, but whiskey on the other hand that's so much easier on the hangover side, she thought blearily, completely missing the response from the other end of the line. "What? Sorry, I didn't catch that."
"I said Merry Christmas, but judging by how you sound, I'd guess you've already gotten a head start on the 'merry' part," the voice replied and sending a shiver of awareness through her, even as she smiled.
"Merry Christmas to you, too, Dean." Naomi lay back slowly, tugging the stocking with her.
"So, hitting the sauce a little hard there, are we, Mimi? Damn girl", he said with a chuckle.
"What can I say? Nobody throws a party like the Nichols family," she told him with a giggle.
"Yeah, I bet," he replied with a hint of amusement. " Anyway, it's in the car."
"What?" Naomi asked as she took the chocolate coins out of the stocking followed by an orange, an apple and peanuts.
"You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?" Dean grumbled and a smile spread across Naomi's face.
"Make you say what? I have no idea what you're talking about, Winchester." She barely bit back the giggle as she sat up again, pulling three boxes out of the stocking.
"On the second day of Christmas, Dean Winchester gave to me, go out to your freaking car and see."
"Aw, Dean you're a poet, and you didn't even know it!" Naomi giggled as she tugged on the ribbon of the largest box.
"You suck, you know that?"
"You wish." she said simply, relishing in Dean's sharp intake of breath. "So, why don't you be a good boy and tell me whereabouts in the car I can find day two's gift?" Naomi asked, grinning at the necklace and earring set from her parents that they no doubt expected her to wear today.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because I'm sure I can find a way to reward you for being such a good boy."
"Well, when you put it that way…it's under the passenger seat."
"By the way, how long has it taken you to work all this out?" Naomi asked as she opened the other box, rolling her eyes at the ring inside. Her mother never did know how to shop for something small for her, everything was diamonds and rubies, never a simple little plain silver band. It had to be huge. Naomi loved her mother, but hated the woman's taste in jewellery.
"Not long— I'm more than just a pretty face you know." Dean stated and Naomi smirked.
"I'll second that, and most of the female population of America will agree, besides , you pretty much know me well enough to get me something we'll both like. Thanks for fixing the car, by the way. You didn't have to," Naomi whispered down the phone sincerely as she slipped the massive gem stone onto her finger.
"Uh, yeah,I did—I wasn't gonna let some punk-ass kid who knows nothing about vintage cars put his greasy paws on your car. She would've been ruined," Dean mumbled and cleared his throat. "Well, look, I gotta run. Sammy'll be up soon…"
"Alright then, Prince Charming. Thanks again, baby. You're making this holiday with the dysfunctional family a whole lot easier." Naomi pulled open the last box and grinned at the Rolling Stones watch that was in it. From her dad. Trust him to know her better than anyone else.
"No problem Mimi, talk to you soon." Dean hung up with a click and Naomi put her cell on the bedside cabinet and got out of bed to go shower and dress to face the said family on Christmas morning, and of course, get Dean's gift.
Naomi finished pulling her hair up into a half up do and let the rest hang down in curls over her bare shoulders, touching the top of her pink 1950's style proms dress and ballet pumps. The girl in the mirror that looked back at Naomi couldn't have been further from who she actually was. The pink satin and the jewels weren't who Naomi Isabella Nichols was anymore. She loved nothing more than a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a good bottle of beer. The princess in the mirror was the illusion that her dad had of her. But when I am with Dean, I can be who I want to be, and she loved that feeling. Naomi's head shot up from her feet at that realization. She had used the words "love" and "Dean" in the same sentence.
Crap. Don't make anything more out of this than it is, Naomi. It's just sex. Really good sex. Oh, and presents.
Shaking her head, Naomi debated going into the wardrobe and getting her tiara to finish the stupid outfit off. Eager to get to the gift that Dean had promised, Naomi quickly sprayed some perfume and walked out of her room and down the large staircase, slipping out of the house into the garage before anyone noticed her.
Under the passenger seat.
Naomi quickly flipped the light on and walked around to the other side of the car, gently easing the door open and crouching down to find the gift. Slipping a thin hand under the seat Naomi felt a largish box and pulled it towards her, childish anticipation welling up inside of her. Putting the box onto the seat Naomi climbed into the car after it and untied the bow—probably tied by Sam—and lifted the lid, grinning uncontrollably at the contents.
On the second day of Christmas Dean Winchester gave to me… two bottles of Jack to deal with that crazy family of yours. Don't ever say I'm not good to you—thought I would give you that little bit of common and dangerous style you like so much. Make sure you hide it from Aunt Beatrice. And don't drink it all in one go— you still have to get that car back to LA safe and sound. Or as safe as it can be with you behind the wheel. You'll have to leave tomorrow if you wanna be back by the 28th. I mean, without speeding, because let's face it—you and speeding don't exactly go well together. Shit happens every damn time you speed. So don't. It'll be a long-ass drive, but at least it'll give you some form of practice. Crash it again and I won't fix it. Not even for special payment or that thing you can do with your tongue. Well…maybe for the thing you can do with your tongue. But that's it!
Dean.
Naomi grinned at the note, and began carefully packing the bottles and note back into the box and under the seat for later, unsure why there were tears beginning to form in her eyes.
Naomi took a deep breath before pushing the door open, a large, fake smile fixed in place. She really didn't have time for family that only bothered to come for the booze at Thanksgiving or Christmas, generally without a call or a message to forewarn their arrival.
Especially now. Why can't I spend this Christmas with Mom and Dad? Hell it could be our last as a family. With her mother refusing treatment, wanting them to remember her the way she is and not the way the chemotherapy would make her. Well, when this treatment was up and it didn't work, there would be no more. There would be no point apparently.
"Honey?" Isabella's voice echoed, and Naomi's head snapped up to meet her mother's gentle gaze. "Are you okay?"
"I think I just had a little too much champagne last night, Mom," she replied with a wink for her mother, who rolled her eyes and laughed. Spotting a familiar figure across, Naomi winced inwardly, stepping closer to her mother and father. "There's Aunt Beatrice—hide me, Mom."
"Why, Naomi!" Beatrice shrilled from the other corner of the room.
Too late. Shit.
"I don't think I've seen you looking so beautiful!" Beatrice continued, walking over to the alcohol cabinet where Richard was currently making Naomi a Bloody Mary, her sworn hangover remedy. "Wait." she stopped close enough to Naomi for her to smell the stench of the alcohol from her breath. "You've put on weight." she said simply and Naomi raised her eyebrows turning to her father.
"She always looks beautiful and she's still the same size as she's been for the past few years," Richard said tightly, obviously having some issues with her, too.
"Well, make sure you stay that way, guys go off you when you get fat." Aunt Beatrice warned and reached for Naomi's bloody Mary, sipping it and holding up to the room.
"I'll make you another." Richard seethed.
"Thanks." Naomi smiled at her father. "Merry Christmas everyone."
This is going to be a long assed day.
Naomi laughed politely as Beatrice slurred her way through another bad joke, praying for this day to end so she could get into her car, and drive back to LA, and sleep in her own bed, preferably with Dean.
Why does it all come back to him? Stop thinking about him already. Naomi you're still doing it. Ah, pie. Dean likes pie. Just announce you're leaving…
"Um, I hate to call it a night so soon, but…" Naomi cleared her throat and waited for her aunt to finally stop laughing at her ridiculous joke so she could speak. "I have a previous engagement back home in LA, and if I'm going to make it as promised, I need to get on the road rather early tomorrow. Mom, Dad, I hope you don't mind if I excuse myself for the evening?" Naomi smiled her best smile at her father, hoping she could win him over this time as usual.
"Of course not, my dear," her mother said, laying a hand on Richard's arm as he started to frown.
"Why not take a flight out? Richard suggested. "Book an early afternoon flight, and we can have the car shipped to LA," he finished, smiling a little when Naomi shook her head.
"You know as well as I do what happened the last time you shipped it—we had to ship it back so they could fix the damage," Naomi pointed out, smiling at her mother now, too.
"Alright. Good night, Princess. Don't leave in the morning without telling us goodbye." Her father warned her and Naomi nodded her promise, her mother winking at her as Naomi happily slipped away from the dinner table, safe in the knowledge that Dean would be waiting for her at the end of her 'long-ass' road trip.
Dean. Again. Its just withdrawal symptoms for the really great sex we have. Isn't it?
