A/N: I'm rather fond of this one. It is actually based on a real place that I love to visit very much. I thank my two reviewers from last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one! Theme 11: Lights
Square of Lights
"You coming, Sammy?"
For a moment there was no answer, then the young voice floated out of the silence of the winter night. "I'm comin'."
Turning, Dean saw the small boy trying desperately to keep up with his longer stride and he smiled slightly, kneeling. "C'mon, Sammy. I'll give you a piggy back the rest of the way."
Hurrying to catch up, Sam grabbed the back of his brother's coat before wrapping his arms around Dean's neck. The older boy stood, boosting him higher before starting off to walk again.
"Where are we going?" he whispered in his brother's ear, his chin resting comfortably on Dean's shoulder.
He felt the chuckle that went though Dean as he answered, "You'll see. It's awesome."
Sam shifted slightly, snuggling closer against his brother's warmth. "I'm kinda sleepy."
"It's not too far from here, squirt. Try and stay awake for a little longer."
The boy sighed wearily, his eyelids drooping as he battled against the desire to sleep. They closed for only a moment before he felt Dean jostling him gently, his voice soft.
"Look, Sam."
Dark lashed lids opened, green eyes blinking blearily at the sudden sparkles that flooded his vision. The sparkles turned into thousands and thousands of Christmas lights wrapped around trees, monuments, and around the buildings. They were all colors from purest white to soft pink, and on the air he could hear carols being played. His eyes drifted to one building different from the others, shining white and seeming to glow even in the darkness, and he imagined it to be a castle of some sort- at least, that's how it appeared to him. Aloft over an open area with a Nativity Scene hung a bright star made up of white and gold lights. He felt his mouth drop open in awe, staring around at the display in wonder.
"Wow," he breathed softly. "It's so pretty, Dean!"
"It is, huh? I wanted to bring you when they first turned on all the lights, but Dad didn't think it was such a good idea because it gets so crowded."
"I wonder how many lights there are," Sam murmured, his wide eyes still drinking in the sight.
"On the news it said it was something like 1,700."
"Wow," the younger boy breathed again in delight.
The wandered around the square for some time until Sam started to fall asleep again despite his best attempts. Then with a last glance at the shimmering lights, Dean hoisted his brother higher up on his back, starting off back to the motel.