Winchester Love Part 18B
Title: Winchester Love Part 18B Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I wish I did. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #52-Fire. They finish decorating the tree.
They added the lights and the ornaments. It was Bobby's job to put the angel on the top. When they plugged it in, it was amazing. Bobby had lights that made it look like the tree had many colored fires on it. "Okay now," Bobby said. "Everyone in front of the tree for a picture."
"Bobby," Sam said, "we're not even dressed."
"It's Christmas morning, Sam," Dean argued. "No one is dressed on Christmas morning."
So, they lined up and Bobby got his picture. Then he took one of each couple since it was their first Christmas together. They took assorted ones with Bobby because out of all the pictures Bobby had, he had none of himself.
Breakfast was made quickly when they all pitched in. They had a joyous morning at the kitchen table. Sam and Dean recalled Christmases past, even though they weren't of the traditional kind unless they had been spent at Bobby's. Kylee had a few Christmases that she told about. Abby didn't have any to bring up but no one brought it up.
Bobby told of a few when he was little. Of how it was that he grew up in a family of hunters but they all made sure to be home for Christmas. Extended family came and they packed into the bedrooms. When night time came, there wasn't much spare room on the floor. Sleeping bags were scattered everywhere. The children loved to sleep by the Christmas tree, thinking that they'd catch Santa, but they never did. They had cocoa and sang carols. It was a happy time of tradition and togetherness.
Sam felt odd brining it up on Christmas, but he asked if anyone had ever passed away in the family home. "What?" Bobby thought that question was out of left field. "What do you mean, Sam?"
"I think I saw something-no, someone-in our room this morning." Sam decided that since he'd brought it up he'd just keep going. "She was elderly and transparent, smiling at me just as the sun was coming up. And then she dissolved when the sunbeams came through the window."
"That would have been my mom," Bobby got choked up. "When she was sick at the end, she stayed in that room. I took care of her until the end. Christmas morning was her favorite time of the year." Bobby had to stop and swallow the lump in his throat. "You mean you really saw her? Was she okay?"
"Yeah, Bobby," Sam softened his voice. "She looked very happy, like she was glad we were here."
"She loved having a house full," Bobby told him. "I just always grew up that way. It's strange when I'm the only one here now. It's like there are too many rooms." He was silent for a moment. "It's nice my mom stopped by to tell me 'Merry Christmas'."
Abby stood up and gave Bobby a hug. "I'm glad she did, too."