December 14th: Stop it! - 200 words - Someone's enthusiasm for the holidays gets out of hand.
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural!
Blue Christmas
Everything was perfect. Well as perfect as staying in some musty motel for Christmas can go. Dean was out doing God knows what, but he wasn't going to let that ruin his mood.
Sam had gone shopping and was excited for his brother to see what he had done. No gas station Christmas this year!
Before the motel room was decorated in bland colors with brown shag carpeting. The windows only had blinds, and the tiny kitchen area only had a coffee maker. Now, after Sam got ahold of one of Dean's credit cards, it was totally different. Sure, using a fake id was wrong, he knew that, but he couldn't help the giddiness that ran through him at the thought of an actual Christmas.
There was a tree in the corner, decked in tinsel and twinkling lights. Garland was strung on furniture and fake snow rugs were places on the floor. Decorations stapled to the walls. His neighbors had yelled but seeing as he heard them having sex, he didn't care. Everything was perfect, except...
Dean.
He looked at the lone present under the decorated tree. It would be the perfect Christmas if only his brother would come home.