A/N:

Last chapter! Here we go!

CitrineMama

Sam had put away the leftovers from their christmas eve dinner; the rest of the spiral ham, deviled eggs, roasted potatoes and green bean casserole. Camilla had even stopped by on the way to her mother's house to drop off a gift for Brielle. Sam had actually asked Camilla out for coffee when he'd walked her back out to her car, making sure she would text him when she got to her mom's house.

When he shut off the kitchen light to head to his bedroom for the evening, he noticed that the lights were all off in the war room, but a soft glow had managed to reach all the way into the hallway of the sleeping quarters. Wondering who left a lamp on, Sam headed down to shut out the light.

The hunter padded down the hallway quietly, realizing the christmas tree lights were still twinkling. He smiled a little to himself, almost positive that this was the first christmas tree that had ever graced the men of letters bunker. He entered into the room, halting when he heard soft music playing on the vintage record player next to the bookshelf.

His eyes caught sight of movement on the couch and Sam moved closer. Dean was laying on the couch, ankles crossed comfortably. Brielle was cuddled against him on her right side, her head on his chest while she slept soundly. His left arm was around her shoulders and his right hand was on his chest, his fingers entertwined with hers. He raised his eyes to Sam's as he stood over the pair from behind the couch, a soft smile playing across his features in the soft glow of the white lights, his dimple deepening.

Dean glanced over at the brunette snuggled against him before meeting his brother's gaze again. His phone was on the coffee table in front of the couch, the ringer turned off. The soft, slow music still playing, the scratchy sound making him feel right at home. "I'm headin' to bed." Sam spoke softly, not wanting to wake Brielle. "You guys turnin' in soon?"

"Yeah," Dean pressed a kiss to her messy hair. "In a bit."

Sam pulled the blanket off the arm chair next to the couch and covered the pair with it. "Brielle looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, Dean." He straightened up, noticing his brother's sleepy smile. "You know?"

"I don't know about that," Dean breathed. "She just... looks at me like I'm somethin' worth looking at... y'know?" His squeezed her fingers gently before bringing their hands to his lips, kissing the backs of her knuckles before resting their hands back on his chest. "It's crazy."

"What is?" Sam asked quietly as he moved to the back of the couch, his brother's eyes following his movement.

Dean sighed softly, not wanting to wake Brielle, but needing to have this moment with his younger brother. "To finally have someone... I've always needed."

"Glad you got everything you wanted for Christmas." Sam felt his own heart swell in his chest at his brother's obvious contentment, his hands on the back of the couch as he looked down at the pair. "See you in the morning, jerk."

That made the older man smile. "Merry Christmas, bitch."

A/N:

Hello beautiful readers!

I don't know about you, but the whole jerk/bitch thing between Sam and Dean still makes me smile and I thought it was a nice way to finish off this story. I'm dying to know what you thought overall. Hope you all have a wonderful week! Make sure you all check out the two new stories I'm working on right now, (Zemblanity and Juno), as well as Oil and Vinegar. O and V is a series of one shots pre-relationship between Brielle and Dean. :) Reviews are love!

CitrineMama