Author's Note: Good evening everyone! So, welcome to the beginning of exclusively Christmas chapters! I have gotten eight Christmas prompts, which means I will still post one chapter a day, but on Christmas, I will post two as an extra gift to all of you. Now, for this to work, I will have to close requests that have to deal with Christmas. Again, I WILL NOT BEING TAKING ANYMORE PROMPTS THAT DEAL WITH CHRISTMAS. I do still take prompts that have to do with New Year's or anything else besides Christmas. So, if you still want to see your prompt turned into a story, submit! Just know that I won't get around to it until after Christmas! To everyone else that submitted a non-Christmas prompt, I will get back to you right after Christmas. The next person in line to get his or her prompt fulfilled after Christmas is putmoneyinthypurse and everyone else will be fulfilled in that first come, first serve order. I will be closing this story to general prompts on December 24th! So, if you have a prompt, submit soon! This story won't be around forever.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way, to start off the next eight chapters of Christmas fun, here's a prompt from AliRose who asked for a teen!chester story that goes like this, "Sam does everything he can to make a perfect Christmas for Dean and his dad, only to be disappointed when his dad doesn't return in time as promised. Dean comforts him and gives him something special for Christmas. I'm a sap, so some crying involved wouldn't be the worst thing." This was really fun for me to write! Thanks for the prompt! I hope you enjoy! Sam is 13 here and Dean is 18. Please enjoy!

"If there was a way

I'd hold back these tears

But it's Christmas day

Baby, please come home."

—Death Cab For Cutie, "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)"

"And look after—"

"Sammy, I know." Dean interjected with a lazy grin as his father stood in the doorway of their current motel room. He was heading off on a hunt with Bobby—a vengeful spirit that wasn't too hard to get rid of, but still it was better to hunt in pairs than alone. John gripped his duffel and nodded sharply before stepping outside.

"Dad?" A soft voice from within called and John turned around to see his youngest. Frowning at just how scrawny his youngest looked, he waited for whatever it was that Sam needed to say. Shifting uncomfortably, Sam glanced down at the ants marching on the cement before finally gather up the courage to finish his thought. "Will you be back in time for Christmas?"

John paused.

Oh, right. Christmas was in three days. He had forgotten completely.

Sam awaited his answer with baited breath and wide eyes.

"Of course, kiddo," He replied, an easy smile tugging on his lips at seeing the sheer delight his response brought his youngest. "Now, be careful."

With that, he got into the Impala and drove away.

You know those super elaborate Christmases they have in those Hallmark or Lifetime movies? You know, with the 20ft tree with the perfect amount of lights and ornaments and then at the end of the movie, the happy family—because they were always happy—would sit around the tree and open presents? That was the kind of Christmas that Sam planned to have with Dean and his father. True, there were some limitations—he didn't have the money or space for the tree and it wasn't like he could cook a huge feast—but he was determined to make the most of it. Just this one time, he wanted Dean and his dad to forget about their troubles and just enjoy the moment.

And Sam was going to make it happen.

"What's going on in that geeky brain of yours?" Dean asked curiously as Sam dragged in two bags of items that he had hidden under his jacket and a shirt.

"Nothing." His little brother replied quickly. "I'm, uh, not doing anything."

"Uh-huh." Dean said skeptically, but Sam shot him a glare and the older Winchester brother quieted. Then, standing from the table, he headed to the door. "I'm going to get some food. You want something?" Sam practically pushed him outside.

"Take your time!" He exclaimed as he slammed the door behind Dean.

Dean just chuckled.

It was perfect.

Sam was beyond proud. While his brother had stepped out, the youngest Winchester had put his plan in motion. He had assembled a small, fake Christmas tree that he had found and then wrapped some garland around it. There were a few presents under the tree—a knife for Dad, a jacket for Dean, along with some other stuff—and using his famous puppy dog looks, Sam had even scored a discounted dinner for Christmas at the local diner. This was shaping up to be one of the best Christmases ever and Sam couldn't wait until John walked through the door and saw everything.

It would be amazing.

They would be normal, if only for a day.

Sam couldn't wait.

"You're sure?" Dean mumbled, eyes locked on Sam as the kid sat motionless on the bed, eyes downcast, and expression downtrodden. He looked absolutely miserable and it broke his heart to see his little brother like that. "You won't be back at—?"

"Dean," John interjected sharply. "Look, this spirit turned out to be tougher than Bobby and I thought. I can't just go. Now, I'll call you in the morning." He didn't even say goodbye before the he disconnected the line and Dean sighed wearily. Well, this was just great. Sam had been looking forward to Christmas for weeks now—hell, given all the effort Sam had put in, he had deserved to be so excited—and now his hopes had been crushed once again.

John always left Dean to pick up the pieces.

"Sam?"

No response—not even a twitch. Slowly, Dean sat down the bed, next to his brother and tried to think of what he could say that would make this situation right? Dad's an ass? You've still got me? Christmas is stupid anyways? Somehow . . . Dean knew all of those responses wouldn't work.

It was the glint of the light hitting the tear tracks on Sam's face that sprung the older brother into action. Sam was biting his lower lip to hold in a sob, but the tears continued to roll down his cheeks and Dean's heart ached for his little brother. No kid should have to go through this every year. It wasn't right.

"Aw, Sammy."

Gently, he pulled his little brother to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. As if he knew that this was a free pass—that Dean wouldn't judge or mock him about it—Sam began to sob. Grimacing, Dean just held him through it all.

He may not have had the right words to say to Sam, but he could sure as hell be his rock in the storm.

"Open it."

Sam glanced down with his red-rimmed eyes at the present that Dean had placed in his lap. Curiously, he began to tear off the newspaper wrapping paper and then gasped when the present finally revealed itself.

"You didn't." Sam breathed, shock dripping from his tone that he turned over the leather bound book in his hand.

"Hell yeah, I did." His older brother replied cockily. "You like it?"

"I love it." Sam whispered. It was the Complete Collection of Sherlock Holmes that he had fallen in love with a few towns back. It had been; however, extremely expensive and he couldn't remember Dean ever going back to that specialty bookstore to get it.

"I'm glad." He told his brother; wearing the coat that Sam had gotten him. It had fit perfectly, which made the youngest Winchester proud of his superior guessing skills. His brother rarely fit into clothes. They were either too long or too short, but this jacket was perfect—as if it had been made for him—and seeing it on him, Sam couldn't help but beam. "So, I think this went pretty well, huh?" Sam, while still disappointed by his father's absence, nodded his head. True, he didn't get the perfect Christmas like he had wanted.

But he had Dean.

He had a brother that would hold him while he cried in one minute and then in the next, gently tease him up he felt normal again. He had a roof over his head and a stash of great books. All in all, Sam Winchester was pretty lucky. And yes, he would always long for that "perfect" Christmas, but maybe there was a reason why they only appeared in Hallmark movies. Maybe Christmas was meant to be screwed up in some sort of fashion. Maybe, Christmas was about celebrating with the people that helped you pick up the pieces after disaster struck. With a lightness in his heart, Sam grinned as he stood up from the bed and rushed to the door, his brother instantly behind him.

"Let's get some pie!" Sam exclaimed, just happy to be sharing this moment with his brother.

"Sure thing," Dean replied, clearly excited. "Do you think they have cherry?" Sam nodded his head and then, before he could change his mind, he threw his arms around his brother and embraced him. Dean stiffened for a second before returning the hug.

"Merry Christmas Dean." Sam whispered.

Dean just held him tighter.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed! Please review and request if you have a second!