EO Challenge WoW: Grill
A/N: I know that Christmas is still a while yet. I am in the mood for low-angst writing still. Usually, I don't alter the word to work it in, but it seemed it worked best this way.
Disclaimer: *alters a Christmas carol "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas" and sings badly*
"I wanna an elder Winchester for Christmas; only an elder Winchester will do… lalalalala!"
I don't own SPN, characters, actors, Impala et al. it all belongs to the bmffmrmmfffd E. Kripke and the CW! Durn you for getting me hooked!
Secret Santa
As soon as he opened the motel room door, Dean expected to get the usual grilling of "Where were you?" and "Why didn't you call?" from his brother. He was met with silent darkness except for the soft breathing from the inner-most bed.
Dean reached into his jacket and withdrew a package wrapped in brown paper bag and black rip tie. He shuffled on quiet feet to the head of the bed and put the package where Sam lay sleeping.
"Merry Christmas." Dean whispered.
He leaned down to lay on his own bed.
"You, too, Dean" was the soft response.