Merry Christmas guys! Sorry it took so long for me to update.
I didn't wake up until all the children in the house, including my big brother, started jumping around in my room chorusing, "Wake up!"
"I'm up," I groaned, "What do you want?"
"Thought you might like to have something to eat something before six," Dean laughed, I glanced at the clock; one thirty.
"We gonna make the tree biddy." Lizzy giggled.
I dragged my self out of my nice warm bed, "Well in that case I should get dressed don't you think?"
"Where's the angel Mommy?"
"He's actually here this year," I reminded my son, "Does he really have to be on the tree too?"
Both Dean's pouted, "Please?" they whined.
I rolled my eyes, "You two are lucky you have puppy dog eyes."
Mary walked in, "We're having grilled cheese for lunch, how many do you want Mom?"
"Two, I'll call the first one breakfast and the second one lunch."
My eleven year old daughter just rolled her eyes and grinned, "Should I go get the angel too?" I gave he a puzzled look, "The one for the tree not the one who's trying to figure out how doors work."
"Yeah, thanks honey. The rest of you scram, I need to get dressed," the kids left but Dean remained, "What?" I asked.
"What you said last night, about getting out of the life but not the job. Do you think I could do that?" seeing my brother so unsure made me stop and really think about it.
"Maybe, but," I took a deep breath, "Dean you have to remember that you're not out, once a hunter always a hunter," I tried to reach the stack of Christmas sweaters on the top shelf of the closet but I couldn't get close enough because of being pregnant; Dean grabbed the box for me, "If you find a hunt take it but don't go looking for one, get a job and a house, don't let those girls grow up like we did, you are a better man than our father."
Dean sat one the edge of my bed, "What if I'm not? What if I mess up?"
I pulled on a huge red sweater with a reindeer on the front, "Then that angel will smite your ass," I sat next to him, "Dean you will be an amazing father, you've had the girls for five months, why are you freaking out now?"
"You're so easy with Mary and Dean," he mumbled, "I can't even get them to bed without worrying I'll break something, it was never this hard with you two or Ben."
"I've been a parent for eleven years! This isn't like raising us or someone else's kid, these girls are yours, and, yeah, it's terrifying but you can do this, because you are Dean Winchester and if you can survive that, then you can do this."
Dean grinned and stood up, "Thanks," before he left he turned back around, "Did you really nearly get killed when you were a kid?"
"Yeah. Turned out there was a lot more than deer in the woods," I tried to find my shoes. "Now I think we have a tree to decorate."
After scarfing down a quick lunch we all gathered around the tree. There wasn't a lot that I could do so I ended up making hot cocoa for everyone while they got the tree in order. It took about an hour but we did get everything up. Once or twice I had to explain something to Dean or Cas, why we stuck baby socks in the ends of the branches or why we put a spider on the tree but soon enough we were ready to put the angel on the top.
"Do you want the honers?" Tom asked handing Dean the topper.
"I-" he tried to decline.
"Come on Dean," I whined, "Put the angel on the tree,"
It wasn't the most traditional tree, I have no idea why there were air fresheners on it but it still pretty awesome.
Lizzy tugged on Deans pant leg, "Why is Baba on the tree?"
He turned white, "Um..."
"Cause he looks like an angel," Jack supplied.
I laughed, "Who feels like some carols?"
Dean slid into the seat in front of the baby grand that Jack and Sophia had gotten us the year we moved in claiming that no house is complete without a musical instrument and ignored all our protests that neither of us could play. We tried to get the kids to learn but they never put much effort into it.
Dean started playing, at first it sounded like Hey Jude but it soon morphed into Jingle Bells. It didn't take long for the house to be filled with off key singing and the jingle of sleigh bells that we didn't own that morning.
When the song finished Gabe leaned over to Dean and whispered something in his ear. Deans fingers flew back over the keys and Hark! The Harald started to play. Everyone started to sing but after the first verse everyone but Gabe and Cas dropped out leaving the two angles to sing the last two verses by them selves.
By the end Dean, Gabe, Jack, Tom and me were in fits of laughter brought on by the irony of them singing that song. Mary was sitting on the couch staring at us trying to figure out why we were laughing our asses off. "You people are insane," she muttered before turning to Lizzy and starting a serious conversation about why there should be just one cookie left out for Santa but that it should be the size of a head and in the shape of one too.
The kids started to nod off after dinner so we gathered them up in the living room. "You want to read us the story Cas?" Tom asked pulling out the old battered book that we'd gotten the year Mary was born.
"I am not-" Cas tried to protest.
"Read the story angel." Dean told his boyfriend pushing him into the padded armchair. Cas read the story in front of the roaring fire that I'm relatively certain we didn't light.
After everyone was in bed I thought I heard something on the roof but for the sake of my sanity I didn't go check.
I'm gonna try to get two or three more chapters up before new years then I'm gonna try to wrap it up after that I might do another story about just the kids I don't know yet. would any of you want to read that? I hope all of you have a nice holiday. Unnamed child! seriously guys this kid needs a name BAD!