After dinner, Marisa and Gracie went downstairs to do laundry. Sam and Dean offered to do the dishes, and Marisa offered to wash their clothes along with hers.
"Are you and the boys having fun on the road?" Gracie asked, as Marisa carried a basket of clean clothes over to the table.
Marisa nodded, "Yeah, we're having a blast. It's different from hanging out with a group of girls, but it's a fun experience," she said, as they folded the clothes.
Gracie nodded and started folding on of Sam's sweatshirts, "Where are you guys headed too?" she asked.
"New York," Marisa said. There was no way should could tell her mother about Christina and what had happened the last week.
"That sounds nice! Make sure you pack some of the winter clothes you left in your closet," Gracie said, as the buzzer went off on the wash.
Standing up, Gracie went over and started taking the wet clothes out and placed them into the dryer. Marisa continued folding the clothes, and setting them into neat piles on the end of the table. Gracie set another load of the laundry, and walked back to the table.
She sat down and watched as her daugther folded the boys clothes, and wondered about her daughter and Dean.
"Honey, is there something going on with you and Dean?" she asked, cutting to the point.
Marisa looked at her mother and began to laugh, "Oh Ma!" she cried.
Gracie shrugged, "What? I just wanted to know if you and Dean have a thing going on," she said, giving her daughter her innocent look.
"No. Dean and I are just friends," she said, looking at Gracie. "That's all," she added.
"Well, I just thought.." she trailed off and Marisa smiled.
"Dean's still the same person that he was back when we lived in Lawerence. Since I'm the only girl with them, he's trying to make me less girly. It's hard to talk about guy things, when you have a girl sitting in the backseat," she said.
Gracie smiled, "I just hope they're treating you with respect," she said.
Marisa nodded, "They are Mom. You don't have to worry about me, really! Dean and Sam have my back and I have theirs. They wont let anything bad happen to me," she assured Gracie.
With a small nod, Gracie smiled sadly. "Mary would've been so proud of them," she said.
Mary and Gracie were best friends since birth, and grew up on the same street in Lawrence. After they both got married to their spouses, they moved right next to each other and vowed that their children would be the best of friends. After Mary's death, things changed. John and the boys ended up moving out of the state a few years after her death. Soon after, Gracie and her husband Tom moved to Maryland and neither returend to Lawerence after that.
"I know, I know" Marisa said softly, before going back to work.
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Later that night
Marisa, Sam and Dean were sitting around in her old bedroom.
"So, tomorrow's Christmas Eve!" Marisa announced, as Sam sat by the window reading a book,.
"And?" Dean asked, as he laid on her bed.
Marisa rolled her eyes and sat down next to him, "So, what do you guys want to do? We can make cookies or go into town!" she went on, until Dean threw a pillow at her.
"I don't care what we do, just stop talking," he begged, and Marisa threw the pillow back at him.
"Sammy, what do you want to do?" Marisa asked, looking over at him.
He shrugged, "I don't know. If you want to bake something then that's fine, I'll help." he said.
Dean snorted, "Sammy in an apron, oh man," he laughed.
After a few hours, Gracie made her way up the stairs and stopped in front of her daughter's room. Pushing the door open, she stepped into the room. Sam was laying in the pull out bed, sound asleep. She smiled softly and went to the bed, where Marisa and Dean were sleeping. Dean was laying on one side of the bed, and Marisa was curled up at his side. Her head was on his chest, and his arm was around her waist.
Shaking her head, Gracie turned the lamp off and quietly made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.