Christmas in the Car 1/1 SPN, Gen
Title: Christmas in the Car
Author: Piratelf
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural (SPN)
Type: Gen, Wee!Winchesters, Christmas
Disclaimer: Eric Kripke created Sam, Dean and John Winchester and The CW owns them. This is just for fun. NO money will be made from this work.
Summary: Sammy’s favorite things about Christmas.
Author’s notes: I know a lot of people hate things that are written in the present tense, but it just seemed right for this.
Xposted to: sn_flashback and spn_christmas
Sammy loves Christmas. It’s his favorite time of year. His favorite part of his favorite time of year is the lights. They start showing up right after Thanksgiving, and as the days go on there are more and more and more. Sammy likes them because he thinks they’re just for him. Well, not for him personally, even at seven he’s not that dumb, but for kids like him, riding in cars all night long. Because the people inside the houses can’t see the lights, and everybody is inside by the time it gets dark in the winter because it’s so cold. So obviously they’re for people in cars. But especially for kids in cars, because grown-ups in cars have to drive. But kids are stuck with nothing to do, except look out the window.
Sammy thinks it’s really nice of all these strangers to put so much effort into the lights for kids they’ll never even meet. It makes him feel kind of warm inside, like he belongs in the world. Like somebody was thinking of him. Especially when he sees a farm house out in the middle of nowhere with lights around the roof, and door, and all the windows and a big star on the barn. It makes him smile and he puts his hand up to the window and waves, just a little, so Dad and Dean can’t see. He knows the people in the house probably can’t see it either, it’s almost three in the morning, so they’re probably asleep, but he does it anyway. He wants to say thank you, somehow. He wants them to know he saw the lights, and they made him happy and he appreciates what they did. He mouths “Merry Christmas” with no sound, so no one knows, but maybe the house knows. And maybe the people will wake up in the morning and there will be a good feeling in the house, and they’ll kinda know, without knowing, that Sammy Winchester saw their lights and thought they were really pretty and he liked them a lot. Because people must know, somehow, that kids do see their lights. Why else would they keep putting them up? When he grows up, he’s always going to put tons and tons of lights on his house at Christmas.
Sammy likes the plastic Santa Clauses and reindeer and nativity scenes and all that too, but sometimes they go by so fast he can’t tell what they are, so he likes the lights better. He really likes when people have evergreen trees in their yards and they put lots and lots of lights on them, because he feels like those are his Christmas trees. Sometimes he’ll count how many Christmas trees he has in one night. Once, he had twenty-seven! When he grows up, he’s going to have four big evergreens in his yard and decorate them all.
Sammy also likes Christmas because everybody seems to be happier. The people at gas stations, the motel check-in people, people at restaurants and at rest stops, even the tollbooth people say “Merry Christmas!” and smile. It seems like people talk to him more, too. Like, if someone was giving Dad his change back, they might look down at him and say, “What do you think Santa’s gonna bring you this year?” or something like that, and Sammy always tries to think of something that’ll make Dean laugh, like an elephant or a billion dollars. One time he said “Miss December”, and even Dad laughed! When he grows up, he’s going to always remember to talk to little kids, not just grown-ups.
Sammy likes Christmas music. No matter what city they’re in, the radio stations play Christmas music, so there aren’t any fights over what to listen to. Dean and Dad always look for whatever station ISN’T playing Christmas music, no matter what it IS playing. But sometimes they can’t find one, so they leave it on Christmas music, because it’s better than nothing. Sammy likes when that happens because he can learn the words. He wants to learn the words to all the Christmas songs, because everyone else seems to know them and he doesn’t. By the time he’s grown up, he’ll know them all, and he’ll sing them all the time.
Sammy likes Christmas vacation. They’re not really on one, but everyone else is, and everyone thinks they are, so they say they are too. No one ever wonders what a Dad and two kids are doing checking into a motel at four a.m. on a weekday during Christmas season. Also, they always change schools during Christmas vacation, so Sammy always tells big lies at his old school about where he’s going for Christmas, and at his new school about where he was for Christmas. This year he said they were going to spend Christmas in Texas, with his grandparents who have a horse ranch and his five uncles and seven aunts and fifteen cousins were all going to be there too. When he gets into the new school he’s going to say they were at his Dad’s brother’s house, in Maine, and they took a real sleigh ride, and his aunt baked three different kinds of pie. When he grows up, he’s going to really do things like that at Christmas. He’s not sure how yet, because of not really having the relatives, but he thinks he’ll be able to figure it out eventually. He has a lot of time to work on it.
Sammy likes Christmas myths and stories and legends, because they always turn out happy. Even the ghosts are good in Christmas stories. He really likes the one about the animals being able to talk at midnight on Christmas eve, and he wishes they could hunt something like that sometime. But he knows Dad would never waste his time on something that wasn’t killing people or anything. When he grows up though, he’s going to check that one out. He also likes the Saint Nicholas and Santa Claus stories. At first he thought Santa must be a shape changer, to fit down chimneys and stuff, but that doesn’t explain how he can get to so many houses in one night. Shape changers aren’t really fast or anything. He probably is some kind of elf, or faerie, because of the milk and cookies. A lot of elves and faeries can be drawn by food. Or he might have been Saint Nicholas, and now he’s some kind of spirit or wraith. Sammy might never be able to find out though, because Santa doesn’t visit him and Dean. But that doesn’t mean they’re bad. Santa doesn’t visit a lot of kids. They say he goes all around the world, but he doesn’t really. There are lots of countries who have never even heard of him. And lots of other kids in America that he doesn’t visit either. So it’s not really a good or bad thing. He probably doesn’t come because there isn’t room in the car for a bunch of toys and stuff. But it might be that they just don’t have the right conditions. Sammy keeps looking for the pattern that draws Santa. So far he knows that there needs to be milk and cookies, and a Christmas tree, and stockings with everybody’s name on them. And you have to be asleep. He thinks maybe you have to read “Twas the Night Before Christmas” out loud, like a chant or something. He’s keeping track of everything in the back of a notebook, so Dad and Dean won’t see. They say that there is no Santa Claus. But Sammy doesn’t believe that. How could there be werewolves and poltergeists and cursed furniture, which no one believes in, but no Santa Claus, who everyone believes in? He’s sure he’ll have it figured out by the time he’s grown up, and then they’ll have a really real Christmas. And Dad and Dean will be so shocked they’ll probably pee themselves! And Sammy will be able to say “I told you so!”.
He is being good, just in case.
Author: Piratelf
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural (SPN)
Type: Gen, Wee!Winchesters, Christmas
Disclaimer: Eric Kripke created Sam, Dean and John Winchester and The CW owns them. This is just for fun. NO money will be made from this work.
Summary: Sammy’s favorite things about Christmas.
Author’s notes: I know a lot of people hate things that are written in the present tense, but it just seemed right for this.
Xposted to: sn_flashback and spn_christmas
Sammy loves Christmas. It’s his favorite time of year. His favorite part of his favorite time of year is the lights. They start showing up right after Thanksgiving, and as the days go on there are more and more and more. Sammy likes them because he thinks they’re just for him. Well, not for him personally, even at seven he’s not that dumb, but for kids like him, riding in cars all night long. Because the people inside the houses can’t see the lights, and everybody is inside by the time it gets dark in the winter because it’s so cold. So obviously they’re for people in cars. But especially for kids in cars, because grown-ups in cars have to drive. But kids are stuck with nothing to do, except look out the window.
Sammy thinks it’s really nice of all these strangers to put so much effort into the lights for kids they’ll never even meet. It makes him feel kind of warm inside, like he belongs in the world. Like somebody was thinking of him. Especially when he sees a farm house out in the middle of nowhere with lights around the roof, and door, and all the windows and a big star on the barn. It makes him smile and he puts his hand up to the window and waves, just a little, so Dad and Dean can’t see. He knows the people in the house probably can’t see it either, it’s almost three in the morning, so they’re probably asleep, but he does it anyway. He wants to say thank you, somehow. He wants them to know he saw the lights, and they made him happy and he appreciates what they did. He mouths “Merry Christmas” with no sound, so no one knows, but maybe the house knows. And maybe the people will wake up in the morning and there will be a good feeling in the house, and they’ll kinda know, without knowing, that Sammy Winchester saw their lights and thought they were really pretty and he liked them a lot. Because people must know, somehow, that kids do see their lights. Why else would they keep putting them up? When he grows up, he’s always going to put tons and tons of lights on his house at Christmas.
Sammy likes the plastic Santa Clauses and reindeer and nativity scenes and all that too, but sometimes they go by so fast he can’t tell what they are, so he likes the lights better. He really likes when people have evergreen trees in their yards and they put lots and lots of lights on them, because he feels like those are his Christmas trees. Sometimes he’ll count how many Christmas trees he has in one night. Once, he had twenty-seven! When he grows up, he’s going to have four big evergreens in his yard and decorate them all.
Sammy also likes Christmas because everybody seems to be happier. The people at gas stations, the motel check-in people, people at restaurants and at rest stops, even the tollbooth people say “Merry Christmas!” and smile. It seems like people talk to him more, too. Like, if someone was giving Dad his change back, they might look down at him and say, “What do you think Santa’s gonna bring you this year?” or something like that, and Sammy always tries to think of something that’ll make Dean laugh, like an elephant or a billion dollars. One time he said “Miss December”, and even Dad laughed! When he grows up, he’s going to always remember to talk to little kids, not just grown-ups.
Sammy likes Christmas music. No matter what city they’re in, the radio stations play Christmas music, so there aren’t any fights over what to listen to. Dean and Dad always look for whatever station ISN’T playing Christmas music, no matter what it IS playing. But sometimes they can’t find one, so they leave it on Christmas music, because it’s better than nothing. Sammy likes when that happens because he can learn the words. He wants to learn the words to all the Christmas songs, because everyone else seems to know them and he doesn’t. By the time he’s grown up, he’ll know them all, and he’ll sing them all the time.
Sammy likes Christmas vacation. They’re not really on one, but everyone else is, and everyone thinks they are, so they say they are too. No one ever wonders what a Dad and two kids are doing checking into a motel at four a.m. on a weekday during Christmas season. Also, they always change schools during Christmas vacation, so Sammy always tells big lies at his old school about where he’s going for Christmas, and at his new school about where he was for Christmas. This year he said they were going to spend Christmas in Texas, with his grandparents who have a horse ranch and his five uncles and seven aunts and fifteen cousins were all going to be there too. When he gets into the new school he’s going to say they were at his Dad’s brother’s house, in Maine, and they took a real sleigh ride, and his aunt baked three different kinds of pie. When he grows up, he’s going to really do things like that at Christmas. He’s not sure how yet, because of not really having the relatives, but he thinks he’ll be able to figure it out eventually. He has a lot of time to work on it.
Sammy likes Christmas myths and stories and legends, because they always turn out happy. Even the ghosts are good in Christmas stories. He really likes the one about the animals being able to talk at midnight on Christmas eve, and he wishes they could hunt something like that sometime. But he knows Dad would never waste his time on something that wasn’t killing people or anything. When he grows up though, he’s going to check that one out. He also likes the Saint Nicholas and Santa Claus stories. At first he thought Santa must be a shape changer, to fit down chimneys and stuff, but that doesn’t explain how he can get to so many houses in one night. Shape changers aren’t really fast or anything. He probably is some kind of elf, or faerie, because of the milk and cookies. A lot of elves and faeries can be drawn by food. Or he might have been Saint Nicholas, and now he’s some kind of spirit or wraith. Sammy might never be able to find out though, because Santa doesn’t visit him and Dean. But that doesn’t mean they’re bad. Santa doesn’t visit a lot of kids. They say he goes all around the world, but he doesn’t really. There are lots of countries who have never even heard of him. And lots of other kids in America that he doesn’t visit either. So it’s not really a good or bad thing. He probably doesn’t come because there isn’t room in the car for a bunch of toys and stuff. But it might be that they just don’t have the right conditions. Sammy keeps looking for the pattern that draws Santa. So far he knows that there needs to be milk and cookies, and a Christmas tree, and stockings with everybody’s name on them. And you have to be asleep. He thinks maybe you have to read “Twas the Night Before Christmas” out loud, like a chant or something. He’s keeping track of everything in the back of a notebook, so Dad and Dean won’t see. They say that there is no Santa Claus. But Sammy doesn’t believe that. How could there be werewolves and poltergeists and cursed furniture, which no one believes in, but no Santa Claus, who everyone believes in? He’s sure he’ll have it figured out by the time he’s grown up, and then they’ll have a really real Christmas. And Dad and Dean will be so shocked they’ll probably pee themselves! And Sammy will be able to say “I told you so!”.
He is being good, just in case.