Highway to Hell: Episode Three: "Burn in Hell"
Episode 3 : Burn in Hell
Chapter 4: Merry Christmas
Chapter Wordcount: 1573
Not too long after Monte had started dinner, Dean came out of the bathroom in nothing but his jeans. Sam had just sat down at the dining table and pulled out his laptop. He barely had it powered up when Monte sat down on his lap and fixed him with a glare.
Dean watched and poured himself a coffee.
Sam looked at Monte. “What?”
“No work.”
“What?”
“No work…I don’t care what you do on this thing, email, porn, whatever. But no work. We’re on vacation. And don’t try tricking me, ‘cause I’m gonna check it to see if you’ve been surfing any paranormal shit.”
Sam smiled and laughed, “Alright, alright…I promise.”
“Good,” she smiled, kissing his cheek and returning to the stove.
Dean was leaning against the counter and leaned over towards her. “You’ll tell me if he looks at any porn…right?”
Monte rolled her eyes and smacked him on the chest.
“Hey!”
About a week later Dean and Sam stumbled back into the room under the weight of a grocery bags and arguing about something. Sam nearly dropped the bag he was holding, with eggs in it nonetheless, when Dean stopped dead right in front of him.
“Dude, what’s your problem…” he was cut short when a strong whiff of pine and cinnamon assaulted his senses.
There was garland stretched around the room, Monte was reclined back on the couch with a glass of what looked to be eggnog in her hand, reading a book and music playing softly in the background.
*Tom Cochrane’s “Life is a Highway” playing in the background*
Sam smiled to himself. He hadn’t indulged in any holidays since…Jessica.
Dean’s eyes stared at the small Christmas tree that had been placed in the corner of the room. Lights twinkling and ornaments glistening, transforming them into little kaleidoscopes.
The fireplace quietly crackled across the room, scented candles dispersed across the room, making it look like the fire had migrated to the corners. There were even icicle lights hung over the windows.
Sam glanced at Dean’s face and wasn’t exactly sure what he saw there. It was a mix of surprise, awe, fear, appreciation and even some pain.
Sam had lived a normal life for two years. Yeah, it was still kind of strange to him, but he also knew how to cope and accept it. Dean hadn’t had a home since he was four. Sam understood why he was so uncomfortable. Dean had been cut off from anything normal, and had completely embraced it.
Sam lightly placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder before walking past him and to the kitchen.
Monte offered a small smile and walked over to Dean to relieve him of some of his bags.
Dean’s glistening eyes sought out Monte’s and asked the silent question of why when she smiled and kissed him softly.
She walked back to the kitchen to help Sam start putting away the groceries and pulled out a ham they had bought.
Sam leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, whispering in her ear that it was beautiful.
She smiled and glanced at Dean.
He was pulling off his jacket, suddenly too warm, no doubt from the fire that was still burning.
As he threw the old worn leather over the back of the couch he froze once again when he saw the two carefully wrapped packages nestled safely under the tree.
Without a word he went into his and Monte’s bedroom and shut the door.
Monte scrubbed her hands over her face and sighed.
“Did I just fuck up?”
Sam smiled, “No, Dean hasn’t had a home since he was four, I betting he’s just a little uncomfortable right now. Go. Talk to him, I’ll cook dinner.”
Monte smiled at him. “You know how to cook?”
“Hardy har har. Go.”
She gave him a small hug before hesitantly walking into the bedroom.
Dean was taking his boots off and sitting on the bed when she peeked through the door. He looked up at Monte just long enough to meet her eyes before once again dropping his gaze.
She sat down next to him and waited for him to finish unlacing his shoes.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his short cropped hair. The few months that they had been together she had found out he liked that, and it had a way of calming him down, although he would never admit it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
The silence seemed as thick as the eggnog she had been drinking.
“Don’t be.”
He had said it so low and she was surprised she had even caught the words.
“It’s just…weird.”
“I know.”
He finally met her eyes again before leaning into her and letting her hold him.
“I…I haven’t had a Christmas or a birthday or anything since Mom died. That…that year was going to be Sammy’s first Christmas.”
Her fingers continued to work her way through his hair, and although she could still feel that he was tense he was starting to relax.
“I know it’s...awkward. But, well, I wanted to do this. Be normal for once. Let you guys rest. You’ve been running nonstop since your Dad went missing. Hell, I know you’ve been running nonstop since before that.”
He sat back up and placed his hand on her thigh.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Okay…he definitely couldn’t have said what she thought she had just heard.
“For what?” her voice cracked.
He just looked at her. “Hell,” he chuckled. “I dunno. For…that,” he said waving his hand towards the door and the direction of the living room.
He sighed again.
She just smiled and nodded, before climbing into his lap and straddling his thighs, resting her arms over his shoulders, and lacing her fingers together behind his head.
His hands found her hips reflexively and he closed his eyes when she leaned her forehead against his own.
His kissed her softly and slowly let his tongue graze her lips before deepening it.
She sighed against him and nuzzled his nose, letting his own brand of Dean-warmth wash over her before they both startled at the sound of a metal pan crashing in the kitchen, followed by some muffled curses.
“That boy better have not just fucked up my ham.”
Dean laughed and kissed her again. “I love you.”
She smiled, “I love you too. But I better go salvage our dinner,” she winked.
Dean just laughed.
Christmas day was a little…awkward to say the least. Monte started cooking dinner around noon. She heated the ham they had left and made the works to go with it. Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, biscuits, green beans, homemade cranberry sauce, stuffing…any cliché holiday thing you could think of.
After dinner they had all crashed in the living room. Full stomachs luring them into the welcome world of sleep. Sam was melted into the large arm chair, long legs draped over the sides, reading a book. Monte was comfortably curled up against Dean on the couch.
She stood up without a word and walked over to the tree and pulled out the two presents sitting there.
The Winchester brothers both eyed her cautiously. Sam closed his book and set it on the end table and Dean sat up and swallowed nervously. As hard as he tried he couldn’t remember the last time someone had given him a legitimate gift. Except maybe Sammy. He always tried to give something, even if it was just a bag of M’Ms. Damn him and his sentimentality.
The first, somewhat flat box, wrapped in a glittering garnet, and wrapped with a gold ribbon was handed to Sam.
Sam offered a small embarrassed smiled and whispered an awkward thanks, before lifting the lid carefully off and moving the tissue paper out of the way.
Speechless. There were no words.
A brand spanking new Dell XPS laptop sat quite comfortably in the box.
“Holy shit…”
Monte smiled, “I knew yours was getting kinda old, figured I’d get you the best of the best.”
He carefully set the box down before standing up and engulfing her in a hug.
“Thanks babe.”
She just smiled before sitting down on the couch next to Dean, who was leaning forward, wringing his hands together and trying not to make it obvious.
She smiled and handed him a medium sized shiny blue box, wrapped in a soft silver ribbon.
She could have sworn his hands were trembling when he slowly met her eyes and took the box from her hands.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and lifted the lid off the box.
Reaching into the white tissue paper he felt metal, and something cool and smooth.
His fingers moved instinctively to close around the grip of a gun and pulled out an antique engraved Colt .38 revolver, with a mother of pearl handle.
He swallowed hard again.
“My grandfather gave it to my dad as a wedding gift. It was supposed to be given to Kev when he got married…but well,” she shrugged with a fake smile. “I’m sure he’d want you to have it,” she whispered.
Dean’s eyes met hers, he choked when he saw that they were threatening to overflow with tears.
“Monte…I can’t…”
“Yes you can.”
At least this time the smile was genuine.
He leaned in and kissed her, slow and long, before letting his own sparkling eyes meet hers.
“Thank you.”
Sam smiled.
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Chapter 4: Merry Christmas
Chapter Wordcount: 1573
Not too long after Monte had started dinner, Dean came out of the bathroom in nothing but his jeans. Sam had just sat down at the dining table and pulled out his laptop. He barely had it powered up when Monte sat down on his lap and fixed him with a glare.
Dean watched and poured himself a coffee.
Sam looked at Monte. “What?”
“No work.”
“What?”
“No work…I don’t care what you do on this thing, email, porn, whatever. But no work. We’re on vacation. And don’t try tricking me, ‘cause I’m gonna check it to see if you’ve been surfing any paranormal shit.”
Sam smiled and laughed, “Alright, alright…I promise.”
“Good,” she smiled, kissing his cheek and returning to the stove.
Dean was leaning against the counter and leaned over towards her. “You’ll tell me if he looks at any porn…right?”
Monte rolled her eyes and smacked him on the chest.
“Hey!”
About a week later Dean and Sam stumbled back into the room under the weight of a grocery bags and arguing about something. Sam nearly dropped the bag he was holding, with eggs in it nonetheless, when Dean stopped dead right in front of him.
“Dude, what’s your problem…” he was cut short when a strong whiff of pine and cinnamon assaulted his senses.
There was garland stretched around the room, Monte was reclined back on the couch with a glass of what looked to be eggnog in her hand, reading a book and music playing softly in the background.
*Tom Cochrane’s “Life is a Highway” playing in the background*
Sam smiled to himself. He hadn’t indulged in any holidays since…Jessica.
Dean’s eyes stared at the small Christmas tree that had been placed in the corner of the room. Lights twinkling and ornaments glistening, transforming them into little kaleidoscopes.
The fireplace quietly crackled across the room, scented candles dispersed across the room, making it look like the fire had migrated to the corners. There were even icicle lights hung over the windows.
Sam glanced at Dean’s face and wasn’t exactly sure what he saw there. It was a mix of surprise, awe, fear, appreciation and even some pain.
Sam had lived a normal life for two years. Yeah, it was still kind of strange to him, but he also knew how to cope and accept it. Dean hadn’t had a home since he was four. Sam understood why he was so uncomfortable. Dean had been cut off from anything normal, and had completely embraced it.
Sam lightly placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder before walking past him and to the kitchen.
Monte offered a small smile and walked over to Dean to relieve him of some of his bags.
Dean’s glistening eyes sought out Monte’s and asked the silent question of why when she smiled and kissed him softly.
She walked back to the kitchen to help Sam start putting away the groceries and pulled out a ham they had bought.
Sam leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, whispering in her ear that it was beautiful.
She smiled and glanced at Dean.
He was pulling off his jacket, suddenly too warm, no doubt from the fire that was still burning.
As he threw the old worn leather over the back of the couch he froze once again when he saw the two carefully wrapped packages nestled safely under the tree.
Without a word he went into his and Monte’s bedroom and shut the door.
Monte scrubbed her hands over her face and sighed.
“Did I just fuck up?”
Sam smiled, “No, Dean hasn’t had a home since he was four, I betting he’s just a little uncomfortable right now. Go. Talk to him, I’ll cook dinner.”
Monte smiled at him. “You know how to cook?”
“Hardy har har. Go.”
She gave him a small hug before hesitantly walking into the bedroom.
Dean was taking his boots off and sitting on the bed when she peeked through the door. He looked up at Monte just long enough to meet her eyes before once again dropping his gaze.
She sat down next to him and waited for him to finish unlacing his shoes.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his short cropped hair. The few months that they had been together she had found out he liked that, and it had a way of calming him down, although he would never admit it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
The silence seemed as thick as the eggnog she had been drinking.
“Don’t be.”
He had said it so low and she was surprised she had even caught the words.
“It’s just…weird.”
“I know.”
He finally met her eyes again before leaning into her and letting her hold him.
“I…I haven’t had a Christmas or a birthday or anything since Mom died. That…that year was going to be Sammy’s first Christmas.”
Her fingers continued to work her way through his hair, and although she could still feel that he was tense he was starting to relax.
“I know it’s...awkward. But, well, I wanted to do this. Be normal for once. Let you guys rest. You’ve been running nonstop since your Dad went missing. Hell, I know you’ve been running nonstop since before that.”
He sat back up and placed his hand on her thigh.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Okay…he definitely couldn’t have said what she thought she had just heard.
“For what?” her voice cracked.
He just looked at her. “Hell,” he chuckled. “I dunno. For…that,” he said waving his hand towards the door and the direction of the living room.
He sighed again.
She just smiled and nodded, before climbing into his lap and straddling his thighs, resting her arms over his shoulders, and lacing her fingers together behind his head.
His hands found her hips reflexively and he closed his eyes when she leaned her forehead against his own.
His kissed her softly and slowly let his tongue graze her lips before deepening it.
She sighed against him and nuzzled his nose, letting his own brand of Dean-warmth wash over her before they both startled at the sound of a metal pan crashing in the kitchen, followed by some muffled curses.
“That boy better have not just fucked up my ham.”
Dean laughed and kissed her again. “I love you.”
She smiled, “I love you too. But I better go salvage our dinner,” she winked.
Dean just laughed.
Christmas day was a little…awkward to say the least. Monte started cooking dinner around noon. She heated the ham they had left and made the works to go with it. Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, biscuits, green beans, homemade cranberry sauce, stuffing…any cliché holiday thing you could think of.
After dinner they had all crashed in the living room. Full stomachs luring them into the welcome world of sleep. Sam was melted into the large arm chair, long legs draped over the sides, reading a book. Monte was comfortably curled up against Dean on the couch.
She stood up without a word and walked over to the tree and pulled out the two presents sitting there.
The Winchester brothers both eyed her cautiously. Sam closed his book and set it on the end table and Dean sat up and swallowed nervously. As hard as he tried he couldn’t remember the last time someone had given him a legitimate gift. Except maybe Sammy. He always tried to give something, even if it was just a bag of M’Ms. Damn him and his sentimentality.
The first, somewhat flat box, wrapped in a glittering garnet, and wrapped with a gold ribbon was handed to Sam.
Sam offered a small embarrassed smiled and whispered an awkward thanks, before lifting the lid carefully off and moving the tissue paper out of the way.
Speechless. There were no words.
A brand spanking new Dell XPS laptop sat quite comfortably in the box.
“Holy shit…”
Monte smiled, “I knew yours was getting kinda old, figured I’d get you the best of the best.”
He carefully set the box down before standing up and engulfing her in a hug.
“Thanks babe.”
She just smiled before sitting down on the couch next to Dean, who was leaning forward, wringing his hands together and trying not to make it obvious.
She smiled and handed him a medium sized shiny blue box, wrapped in a soft silver ribbon.
She could have sworn his hands were trembling when he slowly met her eyes and took the box from her hands.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and lifted the lid off the box.
Reaching into the white tissue paper he felt metal, and something cool and smooth.
His fingers moved instinctively to close around the grip of a gun and pulled out an antique engraved Colt .38 revolver, with a mother of pearl handle.
He swallowed hard again.
“My grandfather gave it to my dad as a wedding gift. It was supposed to be given to Kev when he got married…but well,” she shrugged with a fake smile. “I’m sure he’d want you to have it,” she whispered.
Dean’s eyes met hers, he choked when he saw that they were threatening to overflow with tears.
“Monte…I can’t…”
“Yes you can.”
At least this time the smile was genuine.
He leaned in and kissed her, slow and long, before letting his own sparkling eyes meet hers.
“Thank you.”
Sam smiled.
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