Disclaimer: I do not own the boys and promise to put them back where I found them.
Authors Note: This is just a little something that has been floating around my head. This is just going to be various fragments in our boys life. Please read and review as reviews are like M&M's and always loved.
Waiting in the Car. Bonus Chapter
1989
"Dean?"
"Mmmm..."
"Dean!"
"What Sammy?"
"I gotta ask you something."
"You're supposed to be asleep Sam."
"But it's important."
"Go to sleep!"
"But Deeean!"
As the final word stretched into a whine Dean Winchester kicked off his blanket with a scowl and sat up, glaring across to the backseat. His younger brother still had his sleeping bag pulled up to his chin, however his brown eyes were wide in the moonlight. The six year olds gaze was focused completely on his big brother as Dean lent forward against the front seat. His young face held such a serious look that the order to 'go the hell to sleep' died at the back of Dean's throat.
"What is it?"
Sammy gave a small smile and pushed his sleeping bag down to his waist, sitting up slightly.
"Is it Christmas Eve today?"
Dean felt something twinge in his stomach at his brothers question. "You know that it is Sammy."
The younger boy bit his lip before his asked the next question, leaving Dean no doubt that this was the reason that kept his brother from sleeping.
"We don't live at that motel no more, right?" Sam waited for Deans confirmation before continuing, "And we only stayed at Uncle Bobby's for the last couple of nights."
"What are you getting at?" Dean asked patiently.
Sam took a breath, "So we don't have a house right?"
Dean realised he didn't have any idea what his brother was really asking and shook his head in answer, "No, we don't."
At those three words Sammy's face fell and he sank back down in the seat, "Oh."
With a quick glance outside of the darkened windows, and seeing no sign of his dad across the moon lit field, Dean scrambled over into the back seat and landed next to his brother.
"What's going on Sammy?"
Sam scrambled upright next to Dean, leaning reassuringly against his big brothers side and looked down at his hands, "Well Mickey Johnson at our last school said that Santa wasn't gonna visit us."
Dean suddenly and vehemently hated this kid who was filling his little brothers head with such worries. "He came last year didn't he?"
"Yeah, but Mickey Johnson says that unless you have a house Santa won't come."
Dean found himself with the urge to track this Mickey Johnson down and beat some sense into him. "Well Mickey Johnson is a dumbass."
Sam looked up at his big brother with hope shining in his wide eyes, "Really?"
"Really Sammy, trust me."
Sam thought about this for a moment, "But how will he find us when we don't have a house?"
"Dude, do you really think something like that is gonna stop Santa Claus?"
"So how does he do it?" There was excitement and a hint of wonder in the younger boys voice now, his earlier fears forgotten as he watched his big brother in awe.
Dean had vivid memories of asking their Dad the same sort of questions a few years ago, and he could still remember how John has said down with him and explained how there wasn't really a Santa Claus and that people brought each other presents and did nice things because they loved each other. He thought for a moment about giving Sammy the same answer, but he knew his wouldn't. Dean was only just starting to learn the truth about the things that went up in the night and where their Dad disappeared to, and he didn't want Sam to know those things yet. He knew that Sam would find out sooner rather than later. Ever since Sam had started school, his little brother had started to ask questions, 'why didn't they have a mommy like everybody else?', 'why did they have to keep moving house?', 'where did Dad go at night?', and Dean didn't want to add more questions, more fears.
So he only needed to think for a second before his answered his little brothers question with one of his own.
"What's our licence plate number Sammy?"
Sam hesitated, confused at the random question, but he knew the answer easily enough, Dean had made him memorize it.
"KAZ 2Y5"
Dean smiled, "Exactly, and that's how Santa knows how to find us. He can just come to the car if he needs to, because the car is always with us whatever house we decide to live in."
Sammy smiled wide and impulsively flung his arms around his big brother, hugging him hard. Dean allowed the embrace for a moment, reaching round to smooth down Sam's hair, before his struggled himself free.
"Okay, but Santa's not going to come unless you go to sleep, so lay back down now."
With a sudden burst of energy, happy that his big brother had set his world right, Sam dived into his sleeping bag and screwed his eyes shut tight in an attempt to hurry sleep. Dean climbed back onto his makeshift bed on the front seat and straightened his blanket. He lay quiet until he heard Sam's breathing even out, but he kept awake until he finally heard the crunch of footsteps approach the car. He recognised the sound of his dad's boots at once and moved himself round so he was sitting upright and leaning against the passenger door, with the blanket wrapped around him. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep as he heard his dad first walk around to the trunk before coming back round to the drivers' seat.
John Winchester let his gaze linger on his sleeping boys for a moment before glancing at his watch. 10:56. He'd done it, he told himself with a wry smile. He had promised himself that he would be back in this car and away from the hunt before Christmas morning, and for once he had been able to keep his promise. Reaching into the back seats John lay the two stockings he'd retrieved from the trunk next to Sammy's sleeping bag, and started the Impala with a roar, wondering if their luck would hold and they would be able to find a motel on Christmas Eve.
Authors Note: Okay so I know it's not Christmas anymore. This was something I wrote just before and then forgot about until I rediscovered the note book. Consider it a bonus chapter! lol. This was written for my cousin Mad's, who Santa will always find wherever she is. x