A/N: Merry Christmas to everyone, I hope you are having a great day. This is the last chapter of my short story. Their Christmas day is continued. Reviews would be awesome. NC

Chapter 4

A cell beeped loudly, and Storm grabbed it to see if it was her Dad.

"Dad is on the way. He'll text me when he's in the parking lot."

"Great! Hope he doesn't have any trouble."

"He'll be okay." Storm when to the fridge and started setting out things that would need cooking or heated up. "You want to set the table for me? I figured I'll put the food on the bar, and we can serve ourselves since it all won't all fit on the table."

"Good idea," Dean nodded. He went to the cabinet and got out the dishes, sitting them on the table. He got out the silverware and began to set four place settings.

"There's holiday napkins in the laundry room we can use," Storm told him.

"Okay, I'll find them." Dean stepped into the laundry room and looked on the shelves finding the napkins. He grabbed some and put them around the table before stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Perfect," he mumbled to himself. "That's done, next?"

"You want to cut up the potatoes and put them in that pot there to cook?" Storm said.

"Got it." Dean took the bowl of potatoes to the sink and drained the water so he could cut them into cubes. He rinsed them again before putting the pieces in the pot and adding cold water to cook. "Here you go."

"Thanks, Handsome," Storm said as Dean pulled her back against him and kissed the top of her head.

"You're welcome Babe," Dean mumbled into her neck. "You smell like peaches."

"New shampoo I'm trying. You like it?"

"I do. I could eat you up."

"Save those thoughts for later, lover boy."

"Don't worry, I have plans for later."

"Oh…You're so naughty…"

"And you like it…" he teased nipping her ear lop making her laugh.

"Why don't you go down and watch for Dad so you can let him in?" she told Dean wiggling from his grasp. "I need to get the rest of the food cooking."

"If you insist," Dean pouted stealing a kiss before heading for the door. He glanced at Sam to see he was still engrossed in doing a puzzle and ignoring everything else. He snorted and shook his head at his brother before heading downstairs to the bar. He went over to the door and looked out on the snow covered parking lot and looking up and down the road. He went behind the bar and got out a beer to drink while he waited.

Dean looked back out the window a while later when he heard an engine sound heading his way. It wasn't long before he could see a dark blue truck coming down the road at a slow pace. He watched the vehicle slide once or twice before turning into the parking lot of the bar. Dean opened the door to the bar and waited as Cooper parked and got out carrying a bag and stomped through the snow to the porch.

"Coop, good to see you. Did you have any problems?" Dean greeted him as he stomped the snow from his boots before stepping inside.

"Nope, Beth had no problems getting through the snow," Coop replied shaking Dean's hand.

"Stormy has lunch about ready, come on up," Dean replied. He headed to the back and opened the door letting Cooper go first up the stairs. "Does it look like we'll get more snow?"

"Good chance of it from the looks of those clouds out there."

"Glad I don't have to be anywhere then. Oh, by the way, when is Stormy's birthday?"

"It's June the 19," Cooper told him before stepping into the apartment.

"Thanks," Dean nodded as he committed it to memory.

"Dad!" Storm called to him as she hurried from the kitchen to give him a hug. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas sweetie," Cooper mumbled hugging her tightly. "Something sure smells good. I think you've out done yourself Storm."

"I hope it's all good."

"Sammy, Cooper is here, think you can say hello?" Dean asked his brother who had not even looked up from the puzzle book. "Sammy!" Dean hissed louder and kicked his foot.

"What?" Sam asked finally looking up to see Cooper. "Oh, hi, is it time to eat?"

"You'll have to excuse my brother, he's geeking out with a gift Storm gave him," Dean offered slapping Sam on the back of the head.

"Ouch…" Sam complained giving Dean a bitch face.

"Why don't you put the books down and socialize with everyone else?"

"Right, sorry," Sam apologized laying the books on the coffee table and getting up stretching his arms above his head and popping his back. He headed for the bathroom first before joining them in the kitchen a few minutes later.

"I'm hiding those books," Dean whispered to Storm.

"Be nice Handsome," she whispered. "When Sam comes back, why don't we open the gifts and by then, the food will be ready."

"Here you go, add these to them," Cooper told her holding out the bag he brought with him.

"I'll sort them and then we can start opening them." Storm began to pull the gifts from under the tree and made stacks for everyone. She cleared her throat and glared at Dean when he took the puzzle books and dropped them by the couch out of Sam's reach. Dean shrugged at her like it was expected of him. "Sam, have a seat, we're going to open presents," Storm told him when he came back into the room.

"Okay," Sam nodded taking a seat on the couch. He looked for his books and frowned at Dean when he didn't see them. Sam mouthed 'where are my books,' and only got a shrug from Dean, but he knew he did something with them.

"Let's see," Storm hummed picking up the gifts and putting them in four separate stacks until they were all sorted. "Alright everyone, start opening your gifts."

"Alright!" Dean said holding up two T-shirts, one with the Impala on the front and one with AC/DC on it. "You do know what I like Babe."

"This is nice," Storm said holding up a robe of the softest material she had ever felt. "Where did you find this Dean?"

"My secret," Dean teased. "Alright, some new cassettes for the car, thanks Sammy."

"It'll give us a little more variety," Sam replied.

"Thank you, Dean, these are nice," Cooper commented slipping on a nice pair of sunglasses and modeling them.

"This is great, thanks Storm," Sam told her as he pulled a book on American serial killers from the paper. He turned it over to read the back and flipped through it.

"Right back at you Sam," Storm replied holding up the most recent book from her favorite author.

"I saw several by him on your shelf and hoped you hadn't got it yet."

"I can use this, thank you Sam," Cooper told him as he held up a travel coffee mug with the Marine emblem on it.

"This is great," Sam replied opening a folding knife and looking at it. "Thanks Coop,"

"Ditto," Dean said looking at his own knife.

"I figured in your line of work, they might come in hand," Cooper said.

"Oh Dean, this is beautiful," Storm gushed as she opened the box with the necklace in it. She couldn't help the tears that wet her eyes as she ran a finger over the delicate heart shaped design.

"You've captured my heart Stormy, I figured you should have a piece of it," Dean told her. He pulled her to him and brushed a kiss across her lips. "Here, let me put this on you." Dean took the necklace from the velvet cloth and very carefully unfastened it before putting it around her neck.

"I love it," she whispered looking down at it. "Here, open this Dean, it's from Dad and me," she told him pulling a large box over to him.

"Okay," he nodded, moving slightly so he could tear the paper off and open the box. "Damn! My Baby and I thank you." Dean pulled out Weather Tech mats for the Impala. They were specially fitted for each vehicle and could be taken out and rinsed off if they got dirty. "These will come in handy."

"Man Dean, this is nice," Sam offered, opening a box, and pulling out a tablet.

"Thought you could use it," Dean shrugged. He pulled the paper off a book and turned it over to see a picture of the Impala on the front. "Nice Sammy, I'll enjoy this," he said thumbing through it.

"These I'll use when riding the Harley," Cooper thanked Sam, as he slipped on a pair of driving gloves.

"Sam, oh my goodness, I have wanted one of these," Storm cried out looking at the foot spa and reading the box.

"I figured as much as you're on your feet, it would maybe sooth them," Sam smiled shyly as she hugged him.

"My Baby thanks you Sammy," Dean told his brother as he opened a tool kit for cars. "This is perfect to leave in the car in case I need tools."

"I couldn't leave her out," Sam admitted. "She is part of the family."

"Dad, this is nice," Storm told him as she took out a small handgun and ankle holster.

"I want by girl to be protected," Cooper told her. "These are nice Storm. I needed some jeans and shirts."

"Is that it?" Dean asked looking around at the others.

"I'd say that was plenty," Storm commented. "Thank you everyone. This was the best Christmas."

"I agree. Thanks guys," Sam echoed.

"Yeah, everything is great," Dean added.

"Thank you everyone," Cooper ended.

"Let me get the food up and we'll eat," Storm told them as she stood.

"I'll help," Dean offered getting up with her. "Sammy why don't you get a trash bag and gather up this paper and clean up?"

"Okay." Sam started pushing paper into one of the boxes that they didn't need to save. "Storm, do you want any of these boxes?"

"Why don't you save the good ones, and we'll recycle the rest?"

"Okay."

"Dad would you like to cut the ham for me and Dean you can do the turkey. Only do part of it for now."

"Sure Babe," Dean nodded going to the sink to wash his hands before doing the task.

"Do you want it thick or thin?" Cooper asked waiting his turn at the sink.

"Ummm…How about medium?"

"You got it honey."

"Sam what would you like to drink?" Storm asked him.

"Tea is good," he replied.

"Dad? I've got some eggnog that Dean spiced up."

"I'll do tea for now and the eggnog later."

"Dean, tea too?"

"Yeah, that's good Babe."

Storm got out glasses and put ice in them before filling them with tea. She sat them on the bar for Sam to sit them on the table.

"How is this Stormy?" Dean asked as he placed the sliced turkey on a platter that Cooper was putting the ham he sliced on.

"Good for now, we can always slice more if we need it," she replied. Storm began to sit the bowls of food on the bar, arranging them to her liking. She pulled the broccoli salad from the fridge to sit on the bar too. Once everything was ready, Storm announced to the others.

"Okay, get your plates and let's eat."

"Here Stormy, you go first," Dean told her holding out a plate for her.

"Thanks, Handsome." Storm took the offered plate and began to fill it with the food. She took a seat at the table and waited for the others to join her. "Guys, I just want say how blessed I feel to have all of you with me today. This is the best day ever."

"Here, here," Dean nodded holding up his tea as the others did and clicked their glasses together. "To family."

"Family," Sam said.

"Family," Cooper repeated clinking his glass.

"Let's eat," Dean stated as he picked his fork and knife up to slice his meat. He took a bite and hummed his delight.

"This is the best," Sam offered before Dean could say anything.

"What he said," Dean agreed taking another bite.

"They're right Storm, the food is great," Cooper added.

"Thanks guys," Storm blushed.

They ate their fill and had apple and pecan pie for dessert. Sam and Dean cleaned the kitchen, filled the dishwasher, and washed the pots and pans. Storm had packed some food for her Dad to take back with him and the rest was put in the fridge. They joined Storm and Cooper in the living room where they had a football game on. Dean settled beside Storm and draped his arm around her shoulders as she cuddled into his side. Everyone was stuffed and ready for a nap. Sam picked up his book about serial killers and opened it to the first page to start reading but stopped when he realized he wasn't understanding what he read.

It wasn't long before everyone was asleep as the football game played on. Cooper was the first to wake a few hours later and looked over at the three sleeping on the couch. Storm was snuggled into Dean's side, Dean was snoring softly, and Sam had curled up at the other end of the couch, his feet resting on Storm's legs. He knew either one of these young men would give their lives for his daughter and knew she was in good hands.

"Hey, Storm, wake up," Cooper called to her shaking her leg gently. "I'm going to head out before it gets too late."

"Dad," Storm slurred as she woke up. "Dean let me go," she told Dean as he tightened his grip on her in his sleep.

"I'm up," Dean mumbled blinking his eyes rapidly and looking around. He let Storm up and pushed himself from the couch.

"Be careful out there, Dad. I'll help you take your things down."

"I'll help too," Dean added. He picked up a couple of bags and waited for Storm and Cooper at the door. When they were ready, he opened the door and headed down the steps to the bar. Storm bid her father goodbye and gave him a long hug before stepping back.

"Be careful out there, Coop, it's started snowing again," Dean told him shaking his hand. "Thanks for the gifts for Sammy and me."

"I will and the same to you. You take care of my girl here."

"I will," Dean nodded.

Cooper took part of the bags to the truck and came back for the other ones. He gave them a final wave and headed back to the truck getting in. He cranked it and let it warm before pulling out onto the road. Dean and Storm watched him drive away until he was out of sight before heading back upstairs.

"He hasn't moved," Dean chuckled softly as he looked down at Sam still asleep on the couch.

"Should we wake him?" Storm asked.

"Yeah, or he won't sleep tonight, and I plan on staying up late," Dean whispered into her ear.

"Oh, that sounds promising," she hummed patting his backside.

"Whoa, Stormy, watch the hands," Dean chuckled. "Hey Sammy, think you can wake up?"

Sam rolled his head and tried to open his eyes as Dean's voice penetrated his mind. He licked his lips and wiped at his eyes before opening them to see Dean standing by him.

"That's it buddy, wake up. Do you want to stay up or go on to bed?"

"I'll stay up…." Sam slurred as he yawned and stretched. He pushed himself to a sitting position and shook his body to wake up. "What time is it?"

"Almost five, we slept the afternoon away," Dean said. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"No, I don't think I'll eat again for a week," Sam moaned as he rubbed his still stuffed stomach.

"How 'bout a soda? It'll make you burp and maybe feel better."

"Yeah, that might be good," Sam groaned as he got up and wobbled to the bar to sit in a stool.

"I heard Sam, how about a little ginger ale?" Storm asked smiled pitifully at Sam. "I think we all overdid it today." She got a ginger ale out and three glasses, pouring some into each one. "Here you go guys, drink up." Storm handed Dean a glass and sipped on her own.

Sam took several swallows, letting it settle on his stomach and suddenly burped out loud before he could stop himself. He mumbled 'excuse me' and sipped a little more soda.

Dean belched louder and sighed with relief.

"Now I feel better," Dean commented.

"I would say so Babe," Storm laughed. She burped softly behind her hand and giggled.

"I'm going on to bed after all, maybe I'll read a little or set up my tablet," Sam sighed finishing his soda and getting up. "Thanks, Storm for a great day and for the gifts."

"You are most welcome sweetie," Storm told him accepting a hug and watched Sam shuffle away to gather his gifts and head for his bedroom. "Do you want something to eat Handsome?"

"I think I'm good Babe," Dean answered as he burped again. "I just might have to take a raincheck on giving you your gift tonight."

"That's okay, I'd rather wait until we're both a little less stuffed," Storm agreed. "Do you want to go on to bed or stay up?"

"Let's go on to bed. I could use some cuddle time," Dean mumbled sitting his glass in the sink.

Dean grabbed a couple of waters from the fridge and followed Storm to the bedroom. They were waiting for Sam to finish in the bathroom so they could have a turn. It wasn't long before Sam was finished and went to his bedroom and Dean let Storm use the bathroom first. When she was finished, he took his turn and then headed back to the bedroom. He stripped down to his brief and climbed into bed with Storm, pulling her into his arms and kissing her gently.

"This was a perfect day Handsome, thank you and know I love you so much."

"I love you too Babe. Sammy and me, we didn't have many good Christmas memories growing up and now we have some really nice ones, because of you."

"I'm glad and I hope we can make some more happy ones in the future. I'll take whatever time you can give me and cherish each and every minute of it."

"I'd like that. I'd like that very much," Dean whispered to her. He ran a finger down her cheek and across her lips before kissing her again. "Go to sleep Babe, we've got a week to be together and we'll make the most of it."

"We will," she sighed snuggling into his arms content and so happy she was with the man she loved. She closed her eyes and let his steady heartbeat lull her to sleep as Dean hummed softly to her. He could not have asked for a more perfect day.

The End