Christmas, 6 Years Later…

Bobby opened the front door to reveal a bouncing little blonde girl with big, sharp green eyes, and freckles cheeks. "Merry Christmas, Grandpa Bobby!"

"Merry Christmas, squirt!" Bobby smiled as the girl ran into Bobby's awaiting arms.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam said lugging his and Faith's suitcases.

"Good to see you again, Sam. How's Stanford treating you?"

"Fine, I should be graduating this spring."

"That's awesome. Ellen is fixing supper and Jo should be here in a little while her male friend."

"Jo has a boyfriend? Since when?"

"Right after Thanksgiving." Faith ran in to the kitchen giving Bobby and Sam time to talk more serious. "Now how's your love life?"

"Nonexistent. Bobby, I already told you that I'm not looking right now. My life is centered around Faith, School, and doing what Dean would have wanted me to do."

"Come on, Sam. It's been 6 years. Dean, wherever he is, is already extremely proud of you. You're raising his daughter for Christ sake."

"I'm not done with what Dean wanted me to do. He wanted me to become a lawyer. I'm not one yet."

"Well, do like Ellen told you years ago. Don't let it show when you're taking care of Faith."

"I know, Bobby. Believe me, I know. I don't even know when I would have time to even start dating. Between work, school, pick up and dropping off Faith at school, and sleep, I have probably 20 minutes after lunch."

"Well, maybe after you graduate find time to start making your way into the dating pool."

"Uncle Sammy!" Faith darted into the living room and slamming into Sam's legs almost throwing him off balance.

"Whoa, where's the fire." Sam laughed as he lifted the still small 6 year old into his arms.

"When's Auntie Jo gonna get here?"

Sam looked over at Bobby. "She said she would get here in around an hour or so."

"So we have less than an hour wait." Sam announced.

"Uncle Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you tell me the story of when I was born again? Can you tell me stories about Daddy?"

"Sure, monkey." Sam said sitting down on the couch and Faith got off him and propped up against his side. Sam wrapped an arms around her and pulled her in close. "Where do you want me to start off?"

"When Daddy found out he was going have a baby."

Sam smiled. She always loved hearing when Dean found out he was pregnant. Sam did lighten it up a little, because knowing Dean, there was cursing, swearing, and punches. Faith knew that both her fathers were dead. Sam told Faith that her Papa left Dean when they found out about Dean being pregnant. "Alright, let me see. Your Daddy didn't even know you existed until he was about 2 ½ months pregnant. That's what scared him. You see he didn't know he was pregnant with you when something bad happened to me. He put his life in danger to save me. I forced your Daddy to go to the doctors to check him out because his banged up his head pretty good. His head ended up being fine but that where we found out about you."

"And that's where Daddy told Papa, right?" Faith responded.

"You're right. Daddy told Papa the next day. Papa wasn't ready to raise a family so he left and never came back. Your Daddy was the moodiest person I have ever seen when he got to five month pregnant. On Thanksgiving I think he cried twice, yelled four times, was the happiest person alive a couple times, or a mix of the three. Along with your Daddy's mood swings, he also had a bottomless pit of a stomach. Back then it was just me, your Daddy, and Grandpa Bobby. He ate everything on his plate four times and was still hungry. His food cravings were the worse. Hot sauce and pickles, Peanut butter, Jelly and salt & vinegar chip sandwiches, and hot dog with mayonnaise."

"Ewww…That's gross." Faith laughed.

Sam smiled. "That was your Daddy. Things got better and soon you were born. January 17th, 2008. On May 3, 2008 your Daddy was attacked by a big animal. I killed the animal but your Daddy didn't make it. I took you under my wing and here we are. Faith, I just want you to know that your Daddy loved you so much."

"I know, Uncle Sammy. I love him too. I wish I knew him."

"I wish you knew him too. "

"Do I look like Daddy, Uncle Sammy?" Faith looked up at Sam with her sharp green walnut shaped eyes.

"You're the spit image of him."

"Good." There was a knock on the front door. Faith's head shot up. "Can I get it Uncle Sammy?"

"Sure, thing, sweetie." Sam smiled as she jumped down from the couch and darted to the door.

It was Jo. Jo walked into the library with Faith on her hip and a small stack of present on his other arm. "Hey there, Sam."

"Hey, I thought we agreed that we all didn't need presents?" Sam said standing up

"Well, I had to get a little something for everyone. Hey, Faith. What was something you wanted for Christmas?"

"I already got everything I wanted for Christmas, Auntie Jo."

Jo and Sam both looked confused. Faith had been telling Sam for months of stuff she wanted for Christmas. "Honey, you have been telling me stuff you wanted for Christmas for months. I barely got you anything."

Sam used the word barely loosely. He got her some clothes she liked, new shoes, some accessories for her American girl doll, and a few stuffed animals. He only had one more thing he wanted to give her.

"Yeah, but I got everything I wanted."

"What all did you want?" Jo asked.

"To spend time with my family." Faith replied.

"That's sweetie, darlin'. What else did you want?" Jo remarked.

"To hear stories about my Daddy."

Jo smiled. "We all love to hear stories about your Daddy. You don't have to hear stories about your Daddy on holidays. If you just ask we will surely love to tell you some, because believe me when I say that Uncle Sammy has some god stories about him."

"Do we have pictures have any pictures of Daddy?" Faith asked.

Sam smiled. Bobby walked around the corner. "Hey Bobby do you still have those pictures of Dean when he was pregnant with Faith?"

"Why would I throw those out?" Bobby asked.

"Just wondering if you had them?"

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, they are in the attic."

"Faith go with Grandpa Bobby and help him." Faith ran off with Bobby.

"So what has gotten into Faith?"

"I could ask the same thing. Two weeks ago she was die hard Christmas present but then something changed a few days ago. She is obsessed with learning about Dean."

"Maybe someone said something at school that changed her mind on the subject."

Faith and Bobby came down with three boxes of pictures. Ellen joined in as they all looked through them.

"Wow, look here." Ellen said. "I remember when this picture was taken." Sam looked over at Ellen. She had moved to picture down so Faith could see. "Faith, this picture was taken a day before you were born. Your Daddy was feeling miserable. His back aches, his belly was sore, his ankles were swollen, and you loved pressing down on his hips."

"What is he doing?"

"Seems to me like he is trying to sleep on the couch." Ellen laughed.

"No, no, no, Mom. You're close but no marbles. I remember that day precisely. Dean had gone into labor. He is waiting on the couch during a lull in the contractions while Sam and Bobby were packing the bags for the hospital."

Once they finished looking through the pictures they all ate supper and then opened the few presents that were there. Once everyone got their presents opened and throught they were done Sam popped the remarked that he had one more present to give. "Wait, everyone, I have one more present."

Everyone looked at Sam. "What is it, Uncle Sam?"

Sam smiled and grabbed the neck from around his neck and slid it off his head and handed it to Faith. "I want you to have this."

"What is it?"

"It's an amulet. I gave it to your Daddy a long time ago. Now I want you to have it."

"Thank you, Uncle Sammy. I'm never gonna take it off."

She never did take that Amulet off.