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ltlredhairdgirl a drabble & she asked for wee!Winchesters opening gifts. 350 words, unbetad, read at your own risk & feel free to point out any errors
Dean didn't really believe in Santa Claus, not since that first year when he had told Santa that all he wanted for Christmas was for Mommy to come home, and maybe a new pacifier for baby Sammy because sometimes that boy would not stop crying. Not only had the man-formerly-believed-to-be-Christmas failed to bring mommy home, he missed the Winchester house completely that year. When Sam was a few years old, Dad started pretending again, and Dean did too.
Now Sam was six -- or six-and-a-half, as the little man himself insisted -- and still a believer. Dean was a believer too; he believed that if Santa was real that Sam'd have more presents under their fake tree than those snotty rich kids they went to school with because Sam deserved it more. When Dad had told Dean a long time ago that he had to look out for Sammy, Dean took that as a lifetime order, and he figured making sure Sam was happy was part of that. The brief look of disappointment in Sam's eyes when he realized he had opened his last gift was something Dean wanted to put off as long as possible, so when Sam dragged him from his bed and down the stairs on Christmas morning, Dean quickly dove under the tree and offered to hand Sam his presents.
After Sam was buried in wrapping paper and surrounded by new clothes, new shoes, a few books and toys (presumably to keep him occupied in the car -- on their past couple trips Dean had noticed Dad getting irritated by the way Sam questioned everything), and a lop-eared stuffed puppy, he happened to pause long enough to see read the tag on the box he was opening.
"DEAN!"
Dean hated how Sam could manage to perfectly imitate Dad's tone.
"This is yours!" Sam started digging through the colorful mountain, tossing aside ribbons and bows in his search for gift tags. "Sam... Dean... Dean... Sam..." he muttered, reading each one as he came to it. He stopped and glared at his brother. "Half of these are yours!"
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Dean didn't really believe in Santa Claus, not since that first year when he had told Santa that all he wanted for Christmas was for Mommy to come home, and maybe a new pacifier for baby Sammy because sometimes that boy would not stop crying. Not only had the man-formerly-believed-to-be-Christmas failed to bring mommy home, he missed the Winchester house completely that year. When Sam was a few years old, Dad started pretending again, and Dean did too.
Now Sam was six -- or six-and-a-half, as the little man himself insisted -- and still a believer. Dean was a believer too; he believed that if Santa was real that Sam'd have more presents under their fake tree than those snotty rich kids they went to school with because Sam deserved it more. When Dad had told Dean a long time ago that he had to look out for Sammy, Dean took that as a lifetime order, and he figured making sure Sam was happy was part of that. The brief look of disappointment in Sam's eyes when he realized he had opened his last gift was something Dean wanted to put off as long as possible, so when Sam dragged him from his bed and down the stairs on Christmas morning, Dean quickly dove under the tree and offered to hand Sam his presents.
After Sam was buried in wrapping paper and surrounded by new clothes, new shoes, a few books and toys (presumably to keep him occupied in the car -- on their past couple trips Dean had noticed Dad getting irritated by the way Sam questioned everything), and a lop-eared stuffed puppy, he happened to pause long enough to see read the tag on the box he was opening.
"DEAN!"
Dean hated how Sam could manage to perfectly imitate Dad's tone.
"This is yours!" Sam started digging through the colorful mountain, tossing aside ribbons and bows in his search for gift tags. "Sam... Dean... Dean... Sam..." he muttered, reading each one as he came to it. He stopped and glared at his brother. "Half of these are yours!"
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Date: 2006-12-11 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-11 05:36 am (UTC)And I like your icon *g*
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Date: 2006-12-11 05:58 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-12-11 06:00 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-12-11 02:23 pm (UTC)You kill me. You really do. *HUGS* This was wonderful!! Thank you!!
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Date: 2006-12-13 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-11 02:51 pm (UTC)*cuddles the boys*
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Date: 2006-12-11 05:09 pm (UTC)Dean was a believer too; he believed that if Santa was real that Sam'd have more presents under their fake tree than those snotty rich kids they went to school with because Sam deserved it more.
Dean is totally the best big brother ever. ♥
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