Chapter Two - Dean
"My God, Dean! Will you look at that?" my brother, Sam Winchester asked, as he peered out of the motel's window at the storm currently raging outside.
I looked up from the music magazine I was leafing through, before saying - "What? It's a storm, Sammy. I've seen one!"
"No, it isn't. Well, yes, technically it is a storm, but I've never seen anything like this before. It's indescribable! Very nice, but indescribable!" Sam said, sounding awestruck.
I was starting to get interested despite myself, as I put down my magazine and came over to the window to stand beside my brother.Sam was right - it was indescribable. At first glance, I would have said the lights outside was the lightning, but no lightning flashed down like this. For starters, it was silent. Lightning never fails to make an appearance without thunder, because, let's face it, the thunder was the noise of the lightning bolts being made. It was something to do with the air molecules rubbing together and superheating, creating noise and light. See, I did listen at school, sometimes. It was about the only time I wasn't asleep. Sam was the college boy, not me.
Anyway, no noise.
Secondly, the lights were falling too thick and fast to be merely lightning bolts. These babies fell as easily and as quickly as the rain did.
Thirdly, no lightning glowed a sickly green colour; at least none I'd ever seen. I'm no expert on lightning, though, so don't quote me on that one.
"What d'you think it is?" Sam asked me quietly, without taking his eyes off the lights outside.
"I don't know. Maybe Santa!" I said.
When Sam looked at me, I flashed him a grin, before asking, with a shrug - "What? It is almost Christmas, you know!"
"I know it is, but honestly, Dean! You're 28! Don't tell me you still believe in Santa!" Sam asked me incredulously. "I stopped believing in Santa when I was five. In fact, you were the one who told me he wasn't real!"
"Hey, Sammy, hey! I was only kidding! In actual fact, I don't know what it is. We're only here for missing people and mutilated remains!" I said.
"You don't know? Then why didn't you say so in the first place?" Sam said, starting to smile despite himself.
"I just did," I said, wih a smile all my own. "Anyway, made you smile, didn't I? Huh, Sammy? Admit it, Sammy, you think I'm funny, don't you?"
"Alright, you're pretty funny, in a lame-ass, numb nuts kind of way, Dean. Kind of pretty, though," Sam said, musingly, as he went back to staring out the window.
"Thanks, Sammy! Kind of you to say so!" I replied, as I went back to laying on my bed and returning to my magazine.
"Not you, numb nuts, the lights!" Sam shot back, flashing me a dimpled grin as he did so. "Whatever they are!"
I merely smiled at him and paid attention to the magazine again, leaving Sam to his fascination over the lights.