Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sam


Around Christmas time, Annabelle was acting more like herself but she was getting a little homesick. She started talking about memories of the holidays at home or little things her family used to do that used to mean nothing but now mean the world to her. She spent a lot of time alone in her room so Dean and I thought it would be nice to try to make Christmas for her.

We already knew Annabelle was planning to make a holiday dinner and buy Dean and I gifts. Dean insisted that there wasn't anything he wanted but Annabelle grilled me for anything I thought Dean wanted. I told her I didn't want anything, but I'm sure she grilled Dean for anything I could possibly want.

Christmas approached and Annabelle did her shopping. I didn't know what she got either of us, but I knew she spent a lot of time thinking about it. The day before Christmas Eve, Annabelle slept over at a friend's house giving Dean and I time to decorate the house and figure out what to get her.

Dean went out to get Annabelle's gift while I decorated the tree and some of the living room. Dean came home with a few flamethrowers and a handwritten note. He came in humming a Christmas song and smiling proudly.

"What's got you so happy?" I asked.

"Come see what we got Annabelle," Dean said and waved me over to the table we had set up in the dining room. He laid out the flamethrowers and note on the table and beamed at me.

"What are you planning?" I asked a little worried for the answer.

"Read the note," Dean said with a grin. I opened the note and read aloud.

"'Dear Annabelle, It's been a long time since you've mentioned Colorado or going home. We caught wind of more information on the wendigo case and it's time we go back to take care of it. Once you're healed, we'll go back to Colorado and get you vengeance for your family. Love, Sam and Dean,'" I read. "Dean, are you sure about this?"

"Yeah. Kid deserves to have some closure. It's been long enough." Dean crossed his arms. "Unless you have a better idea."

"I don't." I sighed. "Colorado it is."

~oOo~

When Annabelle came home, she nearly began to cry. She looked around the living room and then tackled Dean and me with a hug.

"Whoa, kid," Dean said before hugging Annabelle back.

"This is amazing, you two! How did you manage this?" Annabelle asked as she pulled away from Dean and me to look around the room again.

"Who said hunters can't celebrate Christmas?" I smiled.

"No one. I just didn't think you two did," Annabelle said.

"We thought it might cheer you up a little. Merry Christmas!" Dean said.

"Thank you," Annabelle whispered and took in the room again.

We spent Christmas Eve laughing and enjoying each others' company. Annabelle spent all day Christmas making a huge dinner for the three of us. Dean tried to steal some food a few times and Annabelle chased him out before he could get anything. We decided to wait until dinner time to open presents. When it was time, Annabelle gave Dean and me our presents first. Dean opened his and was overjoyed to find a mix-tape of all of his favorite songs for the Impala. Annabelle gave me a copy of my favorite book. We thanked her before giving Annabelle her present. She was overjoyed and thanked us for days afterwards.