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Sammy's First Christmas Ch.2Dean could almost hear the tune of "Jingle Bell's" from downstairs, but he knew that no one was awake at this time, other than Sammy. But he was used to hearing it every so often in the Christmas mornings.So when he yawned and sat up, smiling out the window, where snow continued to fall. It was beautiful, like a white wonderland. He remembered Mommy singing him a song with her sweet voice about a winter wonderland.Usually, when he just woke up, he'd try to wait until his parents woke up on Christmas, but it never lasted long. So he skidded to his parent's room, jumping up and down, calling out, "Mommy! Daddy! It's Christmas
!" he said in a singsong voice.Mary woke up with a start to her son's voice. As soon he said "Christmas" she realized that there was nothing to be worried about. She still remembered her deal. The warning Dean VanHalen had given her. But she was willing to let that go.She sat up, poking John on his head, and she pulled Dean onto her lap, kissing him on the
Curious AngelCastiel had overheard Dean and Sam talking about slash, but he had no idea what it really meant. He'd wanted to ask about it, but never had the occasion. So he'd waited.An now, on one of those quiet nights in a motel room, Sam doing research, Dean drinking a beer, reading the newspaper for a hunt."Dean." Castiel said cautiously."Yeah, Cas?" Dean asked distractedly."What is
'slash'?" he asked, cocking his head. Unfortunately for Dean, he'd had a mouth full of beer in his mouth, and he ended up choking to stop it from coming out of his mouth. Sam's mouth just dropped."You're kidding. You don't want to know." Dean said, wiping dribbles of liquid off his face."How bad is it?" Castiel frowned."Bad. Horrible.""Really. Would you give me an example as to why?""No."Sam raised an eyebrow. "Where did you even hear about slash?" he asked, closing his laptop.Castiel shrugged. "I'd heard you talking about it."Dean rubbed a hand through his hair. "Yeah, uh, it's
Hit and RunThe morning chill made Dean's breath a cloud of air. It couldn't have been later than 6AM, but it was the way the Minnesota schools ran. He distinctly remembered mentioning to his father he'd sue. But there was nothing he could do, other than walk with Sammy to school, pretending life was normal. That their Dad wasn't on a dangerous mission to hunt the paranormal.Somehow the fact that his Dad was a superhero always made him forget that he killed. He saved people, and Dean wanted to do the same. For now he could keep his little brother Sam safe though. He'd just turned 11, and luckily the elementary school was close to Dean's middle school. That made him feel better too. Sometimes the schools would be far apart, and he'd spend some days just wondering if Sam was okay."Hey, Dean." a soft voice asked beside him, breaking the silence."Yeah Sammy?""We have a big test today." Sam said, flipping the hair out of his eyes. His eyes were almost hopeful. "Supposed to have big points."Dean go
Fireworks-DestielThe sky was completely dark, stars twinkling softly. Castiel stared at them, feeling the stress of the Apocalypse situation melt away. He was leaning against the Impala, hands in his lap, with Dean next to him, who was also looking at the sky."I understand why you enjoy it here," he said. "Its
peaceful."Dean glanced at him, taking another sip of beer. "Yeah. Helps me keep going." he said softly.Castiel stared at him. "You do not feel you have a purpose to live?" he asked, concerned. He liked Dean here, with him. Dean helped him keep going as well."Well, I do, its just that
the stress and all. It gets to me. We're not like you angels." Dean said, leaning back even farther, craning his neck.Castiel fiddled with a button on his trench coat. "We
usually don't. But I have developed human characteristics. They're very confusing and difficult to control."Dean nodded. "Yeah. That's pretty much it." He swallowed hard. Right now, he wanted to stay here, in this moment. With