A/N: This is my late Christmas story. Sorry it's late. Sorry it's terrible. Sam's narrative is shorter than Dean's which, I don't know, is kind of weird. Anyway, hope everyone had a good holiday. I just realized that I don't get to write any more narratives of Sam and Dean being really little anymore, and it's kind of making me sad. Hopefully, you'll get fifth and sixth grade in January, and updates will continue in that fashion.
A/N2: 3x08 A Very Supernatural Christmas
Fourth Grade (School Year of 1992-1993)
Christmas and Monsters, by Sam Winchester
I used to think my Dad was a traveling salesman who may have possibly been a spy, just because real people are actually spies and my dad never told us anything about his job. My dad sometimes leaves for a few days with Dean in charge, but he would always be home for Christmas and Thanksgiving and our birthdays. He always tried to make it home for Christmas Eve. I used to never worry that Dad wouldn't come home. I used to never worry that something could get us. Last Christmas Eve, Dad left his journal, that I was pretty sure held the secrets of the universe, when he went to work and I took it before Dean could hide it.
Ever since I was little Dean and Dad have tried to keep me safe by not telling me anything. I told them I was old enough but they didn't care. When I saw that Dad left his journal, I hid it under my mattress to read whenever Dean left me alone long enough for me to read to find out why we were so different from everyone else at school. That opportunity came on Christmas Eve when I asked about Mom and Dean got angry. He does that sometimes. He gets stupidly angry whenever anyone but Dad talks about our Mom. Dad doesn't get as angry as Dean does. Dad just gets sad, and if he's in a good mood he will tell me a story about her and Dean will pretend he can't hear us. Dean stood up when I asked about Mom and got up in my face. "Don't you ever talk about Mom! Ever!" he shouted. Dean stormed past me and grabbed his coat. "Where are you going?" I asked. He opened the door. "Out!" he grumbled. Dean slammed the door behind him.
As upset as I was at being left alone on Christmas Eve, I realized this was a great opportunity to find out what Dean and Dad had been hiding from me my whole life. I pulled Dad's journal from under my mattress and opened it up and read it. Dad's handwriting was hard to decipher at first, but eventually I made it out and read what Dad had written down since the day mom died. I didn't believe what I was reading but the more I read the more things made sense. I wanted Dean to come home and tell me it wasn't true, but I knew it was the truth and I especially didn't want Dean to lie to me, and I knew he would, if it would make me feel better.
After I read through most of Dad's journal to fill in the blanks I hid it back under my mattress and sat down on the couch and waited for Dean to come back so I could confront him about the things I read. Dean came back after a little while with "dinner" and I asked him right away. "Are monsters real?" I asked. Dean looked up at me and I knew I got it right even though he said, "You're crazy," without missing a beat. I got it out of him though because I kept talking about monsters and Dad and Mom and then I realized that if monsters were real then we were in danger. "I read in Dad's book that they goy Mom. If they can get Mom then they can get Dad and if they can get Dad then they can get us. Dean told me that they were not going to get Dad so I didn't have to worry. "Monsters are real," he said. "And Dad fights them." Dean came and sat next to me and suddenly I felt like crying. "You okay?" he asked, like he knew. He probably did. "Yeah," I lied. Dean didn't push me to talk though. I just lay down and went to sleep to Dean telling me it would be all right.
When I woke up I was under a blanket and Dean said that Dad had come and brought presents. Excited, I jumped out of bed to open them even though it was still nighttime, like two-thirty in the morning. The first present I opened was Sapphire Barbie and the next one was a magic wand thing that girls like that serves absolutely no purpose. Dean said so. I looked at Dean accusingly. "I stole them," he admitted. "I swear I didn't know they were chick presents," he promised. I handed Dean the present I was going to give to Dad. Dean didn't touch at first because it was for Dad. "I want you to have it," I told him. "Dad lied to me, you didn't." Dean smiled and opened the small present. Inside was a necklace but not the girly kind. Dean looked at it and then at me. "Thanks, Sam, I love it," he said and put it on. "Sorry I couldn't get you a real Christmas," he said. I shrugged. "Its okay, Dean," I told him. After that I went back to bed and Dean went back to bed too. When we woke up in the morning, Dad was sleeping on the pull-out couch and there were presents under the tree.
