Chapter 6
„Uh...Dean?"
„Huh?"
„How do you guys celebrate Christmas?"
Dean looked up from the dishes he was just cleaning. Seamus was sitting opposite of him, busy with his muesli. He'd been asking seemingly ridicolous questions all day. Annie laughed for ten minutes when he asked what a microwave was supposed to do. He knew that his family thought that Seamus' questions were weird, but Dean secretly loved them. He loved the excitement that always lit Sea's whole face up whenever Dean told him something about the Muggle world.
Seamus looked Dean straight in the eye. He wore an old shirt and boxers, his eyes were a little sleepy still and he hadn't even combed his hair. It was just a giant, golden mess. Dean thought he'd never looked better.
„Well...on the first day, December 24th, all my family comes around and we have a giant feast, with muggle music and tons of food and everything. In the evening, when everybody's full and satisfied, and after we spent most of the day talking and drinking and laughing, we decorate our Christmas tree brilliantly, and we do it all together. That happened to be yesterday, while you were asleep.
The next day we go to our grandparents' house to have more food and exchange the Christmas gifts. We'll leave in about ... two hours.
And on the last day we can just do whatever we want, which mostly means that my parents go out, my sisters meet their friends, my brothers go partying and I stay here and draw or watch a movie or so," Dean finished his explanation of their – in his opinion – completely boring Christmas plans.
He really didn't like all the trouble they had the first two days, but just as he expected Seamus loved it. He annoyed Dean for the rest of noon with every single question someone could think of, but somehow Dean was okay with that. No, he was more than okay with that. He liked it. He liked seeing his friend feeling better and fuzzing around just as usual. He really did like it.
But when it was time to leave to their grandparents' house, Seamus said he wasn't feeling well. No matter how much they talked to him or how often they tried to get him to accompany them, he just said no, he'd stay here and sleep until they were back. Sometime, when they were already running late, Dean noticed it was pointless and told Seamus to be careful and not touch a single electric thing. Seamus pouted and then waved them all goodbye. When they were gone, he went back to bed, back to Dean's bed where he would spent some wonderful lonely hours thinking of the one thing he desired most but couldn't have.