Disclaimer: The usual. I don't own anything you recognize in the following story. All are copyrighted by their respective owners. Nothing was damaged in the making of this story and no money was made.
Author's note: The last gift Dean receives was actually released in 1989. I figure this story takes place about 20 years ago making it 1987. So I sped up the release of this toy. Call it writer's license, or whatever. Either way I don't own the item, or any of the items mentioned, just figured this would be what Dean wanted.
Oh and if you can actual read Latin, and you find any errors, it all came from Wikipedia. So the translation isn't mine either. :)
Also the way Dean's last gift is given to him is actually a Christmas Tradition in my family. But don't worry, we either reuse or recycle all of it.
Also thanks to TCB 0.5's review I am reposting this chapter. Sammy is supposed to be four, not three and Dean is supposed to be eight, not seven. :) Thanks for pointing that out:)
Thank-you for all of the kind reviews on this story. Now that it's complete I will continue to work on Renovations. If you've been waiting on that one thank you for your patience. I have some time off coming up and will be able to put a better concentrated effort on it.
by infinite shadow
Dean opened the door to a small building behind his house. It served as Bobby's workbench for just about everything. He stripped down car parts here, cleaned his weaponry here and made bullets here. The walls were full of tools, each with their proper spots and the drawers were full of small bits of junk or nuts and bolts. Stuff was everywhere without any rhyme or reason. But ask Bobby for something and he knew exactly where it was.
Dean looked around the room already knowing the next clue would not be out in the open but checking all the same. In his peripheral vision he saw his father ease himself down onto a stool with a pained look on his face. He needed to make sure he moved quickly so his father could get back inside.
He wrenched open doors, and opened boxes pausing only when his father started to chuckle.
"Don't make this so difficult Dean. Close your eyes and think about it for a moment," John said with a grin.
Dean immediately closed his eyes and thought about Bobby working or moving about the room. He suddenly remembered Bobby thumping on the floor and grabbing a floorboard as it swung up at him. The eight year old opened his eyes and moved to the spot he thought it was and stomped on the wooden floor. Solid. He moved a floorboard over and stomped again.
"Careful!" John cautioned and tried to stand up on his broken leg. He cursed and fell beck onto the stool.
Distracted by his father's words he wasn't quick enough as the floorboard swung up quickly and smacked him hard in the forehead. He staggered back slightly, momentarily stunned, and bumped into his father.
"Hey easy there. Dean, you ok?" John asked balancing on one crutch and one hand on his son's shoulder.
Dean felt his father's hands on his shoulders but he couldn't seem to open his eyes for a minute or find his voice.
"Dean? Buddy talk to me," John said and gently turned Dean around to face him.
It was the desperate plea and fear in his father's voice that made him open his eyes. "Dad? M'ok," he said softly. Man that hurt and why was his father blurry.
"Yeah?" John said taking one hand away and holding it up in front of Dean's face. "How many fingers am I holding up?
Dean blinked at the three hands he was seeing and knew there was only one. He closed his eyes and shook his head once before opening his eyes again. "Four fingers and one thumb."
John sighed in relief. "The goal here is to have fun Dean not give yourself a concussion," he said quietly.
Dean nodded and found himself pulled in for a rough hug. He brought his arms around his father and allowed himself to be held. It had only surprised him once or twice but since the accident his dad had been much more touchy feely with him and Sammy. Dean decided it was because of the drugs, not that he really minded. It kinda reminded him of how his Dad used to be when he still had a mom.
John pulled back. "Can you carefully nudge the floorboard and not bean yourself with it?"
Dean nodded and found that the piece of wood was not quite back into place. He knelt down and pulled it up. He reached down through cobwebs and dirt and pulled out another box with a red envelope attached to it.
As he stood up he tore off the envelope and opened it up. He gave his father a funny look. "It says 'Where does Bobby keep the good single malt whisky?' I can choose the kitchen, living room or basement."
"It doesn't say that," John said as he snatched the card out of Dean's hand and snorted as he read the clue for himself. "Do you know the answer to this?"
"Basement," Dean said confidently.
"And you know where he keeps it because?" John asked.
"He keeps the holy water next to it," Dean said.
"How do you know the holy water is kept there?" John pressed
John stared down at him patiently waiting for the answer.
Dean sighed. "When we were here last time I ripped open my hand while helping out. I let lose a string of curse words that made Bobby flinch. So after he cleaned, stitched and bandaged me up he sent me down there to make some more. From scratch and it took forever."
John blinked down at his son and broke out into a huge grin. "You made Bobby flinch by cursing?"
Dean smiled back. "Well I did it in English, Latin, and a little Italian."
"That's my boy," John said ruffling Dean's hair a little then gave him a light smack for good measure. "Don't do it in front of Sammy."
"No sir," Dean said still smiling.
Sammy looked around the room but didn't see anything. He yawned and rubbed at an eye as he moved to the cupboards. He opened the first one and found boxes of ammunition. He closed the door and went to the next one. He opened it and found books. He closed that one and looked at Bobby. "You should ask Santa for more book shelves," he said before moving onto the last cupboard. He opened it and a brightly wrapped box with a tag on it.
Taking the box out of the cupboard he gave it to Bobby and held his arms up to him.
"Getting tired Sammy?" Bobby asked.
"No," Sammy said as Bobby lifted him up and settled him on his hip. He opened the card and sighed. "Words."
"Uh ok. Who is Bert's best friend? Oscar, Ernie or Elmo?" Bobby read off the card.
"Dean says Elmo's a freak of nature," Sammy said.
"He does huh?" Bobby said.
"Yeah. He says it not natural for a puppet to have that high voice," Sammy said then put his head down on Bobby's shoulder. "Ernie's best friend is Bert."
"Ok. Bert is your answer?" Bobby cut him off.
"Yeah. Oscar doesn't have friends. He's gross and always grumpy," Sammy said then yawned.
Bobby nodded. When Sammy got tired he talked and the hunter was sure it was a ploy to help keep him stay awake. "Ok so for Bert we go into the bedroom."
"Not fair. Don't wanna nap," Sammy said as he brought his arm up around Bobby's neck.
Bobby just put the box next to the rest of Sammy's wrapped present on the table and walked to the boy's room. He opened the door and stood in the hallway looking into the room. "Sammy look at the bed," he said.
Sammy lifted his head up and he blinked at the huge box sitting on the bed. "That's for me?" He whispered.
"Yeah little man. That one's for you," Bobby said softly.
They went back into the house through the basement door. Dean undid his jacket but kept it on. "See the good stuff according to Bobby," he said pointing at some cases stacked up against the wall.
"Yeah well don't expect it to be there the next time you're here," John said as he saw the large milk jugs full of holy water. "Just out of curiosity how many of those did you do?"
Dean shrugged. "Unless he added to it since I made some, all of em."
John took a good look at it. There were twelve jugs on a piece of plywood stacked six high. 72 jugs.
"Looks like he hasn't added anything to it though," Dean said looking at the stack of water.
"Dean what exactly did you say?" John asked.
"Um I'm not really sure. All I remember was my hand hurt, there was blood everywhere and it pissed me off that I was that stupid," Dean said. "Kinda glad I don't remember though. I've never seen Bobby that angry before."
John made a mental note to discuss it with Bobby later. "Well now that we found the good single malt whisky and the holy water, why don't you find the present."
"Already did," Dean said. "But I'll have to find something to climb up to get it."
John looked up where his son was looking and at the top of the water was his present. "Let me get that for you," he said.
Dean moved over to his father ready to steady him if needed.
John reached up easily and grabbed the package. He handed it to Dean.
"Thanks," he said and then read the card. He frowned.
"Don't tell me. It's asking where the sacramental wine is kept?" John asked.
"The sacramental wine is kept down the hall under the stairs," Dean said as he looked up from the card and sighed. "It says 'What is the traditional Latin formula for exorcising and blessing water?' Do you think he's still mad? I mean it was just a few words."
John chuckled. "What does it say after that?"
"Ask your father where the next clue is," Dean said.
"Well then," John said sitting down. "Spill it. I want it in Latin and then English."
"Aww man! Is this one of the things I'm gonna be paying for forever?" Dean whined.
"Nope just a little longer. Now get to it," John said.
Dean sighed. "Fine," he said taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "Exorcizo te, creatura aquæ, in nomine Dei Patris omnipotentis, et in nomine Jesu Christi, Filii ejus Domini nostri, et in virtute Spiritus Sancti: ut fias aqua exorcizata ad effugandam omnem potestatem inimici, et ipsum inimicum eradicare et explantare valeas cum angelis suis apostaticis, per virtutem ejusdem Domini nostri Jesu Christ: qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos et sæculum per ignem.
Deus, qui ad salutem humani generis maxima quæque sacramenta in aquarum substantia condidisti: adesto propitius invocationibus nostris, et elemento huic, multimodis purificationibus præparato, virtutem tuæ benedictionis infunde; ut creatura tua, mysteriis tuis serviens, ad abigendos dæmones morbosque pellendos divinæ gratiæ sumat effectum; ut quidquid in domibus vel in locis fidelium hæc unda resperserit careat omni immunditia, liberetur a noxa. Non illic resideat spiritus pestilens, non aura corrumpens: discedant omnes insidiæ latentis inimici; et si quid est quod aut incolumitati habitantium invidet aut quieti, aspersione hujus aquæ effugiat: ut salubritas, per invocationem sancti tui nominis expetita, ab omnibus sit impugnationibus defensa. Per Dominum, amen.
I exorcise thee in the name of God the Father almighty, and in the name of Jesus Christ His Son, our Lord, and in the power of the Holy Ghost, that you may be able to put to flight all the power of the enemy, and be able to root out and supplant that enemy and his apostate angels; through the power of our Lord Jesus Christ, who will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.
God, Who for the salvation of the human race has built your greatest mysteries upon this substance, in your kindness hear our prayers and pour down the power of your blessing into this element, prepared by many purifications. May this, your creation, be a vessel of divine grace to dispel demons and sicknesses so that everything that it is sprinkled on in the homes and buildings of the faithful will be rid of all unclean and harmful things. Let no pestilent spirit, no corrupting atmosphere, remain in those places: may all the schemes of the hidden enemy be dispelled. Let whatever might trouble the safety and peace of those who live here be put to flight by this water, so that health, gotten by calling Your holy name, may be made secure against all attacks. Through the Lord, amen.
"Very good son," John said pleased that Dean got through it without faltering or missing words.
"Thanks," Dean said with a smile. "Now where is my next destination?"
"My room," John said having left that box on his bed before going out for breakfast.
Dean nodded and started for the stairs. "Dad, is this how Santa does it every year? I mean does every kid have to say a Latin ritual cause I haven't taught that to Sammy yet."
"No son. I thought you didn't believe in Santa," John said.
"I don't. Bobby told me to play along," Dean said.
"Of course he did," John said.
Bobby had Sammy go into the living room ahead of him with instructions to sit on the couch. He was there a moment after the four year old had sat down with the large and heavy box. He set it down on the coffee table. "Looks like we finished first Sammy."
Sammy nodded looking at his presents with interest but no zeal to open them up.
Bobby went into the kitchen and got the rest of the presents he'd helped hold onto during the hunt and brought them into the living room as well. He put the nicely wrapped parcels courtesy of Alicia down on the coffee table and sat next to Sammy. "You feeling ok?"
"Hurts," Sammy said softly.
"Let me take a look?" Bobby asked.
Sammy nodded and moved to the side so Bobby could check his wound.
"Looks like I need to change your bandage," Bobby said and stood up. "Come on squirt. Let's get this taken care of before Dean and your Daddy are done."
Sammy sat up and held his arms out. He let Bobby pick him up and take him into the bedroom. Patiently he laid still for the soggy bandage to be removed, ointment be put onto the wound and new gauze and bandaging put over it. "Fix it all Bobby. Want it gone."
"Wish I could Sammy but it'll be there for a while yet," Bobby said and glanced at his watch. "Come on. We'll give you a pain killer, ok?"
Sammy sighed and nodded. He held his arms up again and when Bobby picked him up he wrapped his arms tightly around the hunter's neck.
"When's Dean done?" Sammy asked.
"He'll be here soon I'm sure. He had some harder questions to answer," Bobby said certain he was going to hear about the basement one.
A few minutes later Bobby and Sammy were sitting in the living room watching Frosty waiting for Dean and John.
Dean and John went into the older man's room. There sitting on the bed was a gift and the next clue.
"No offense Dad but that was kinda easy," Dean said sitting on the bed next to his present.
"Wasn't supposed to be all difficult Dean," John said with a smile.
Dean looked at the tag. He had a headache and he squinted at the tag a little. "Translate these three words. Holy Water. Wine. Blood. Well that's easy. Holy water is sanctus unda. Blood is Cruor and Wine is Vinum."
"Good Dean. Glad to see that Latin is sticking," John said. "Where's the next destination?"
Dean shrugged. "There isn't one."
John frowned. "Can I see the card?"
"Sure," Dean said handing his father the card. "Wait."
"What?" John said.
"On the back of the card it says Go to the room on the first floor above the sanctus unda et vinum," Dean said and shook his head.
"What?" John said.
"It's the storage room I'm not allowed in," Dean said. "I knew there was a catch."
"No catch Dean and why aren't you allowed in there?" John asked confused.
"Bobby said neither Sammy or I are allowed in there," Dean said. "Not until I was a man. Whatever that means."
"Dean I was in there last night. There's no reason you can't go in there," John said still confused.
"Ok. But it's your fault if it makes Bobby mad again," Dean said as he started to gather up his boxes. "I'm not making any more Holy water for a while."
"You can come back for those after the next clue, ok?" John said.
"Sure," Dean said.
They walked down to the small room at the back of the house. Dean looked at his father before opening up the door giving him one last chance to stop him. His father gave him no indication that he should stop so he opened the door. There in the middle of the room was a big box. Dean went over to it but there were no more clues.
"Merry Christmas Dean," John said as he leaned against the wall. "Did you like your treasure hunt?"
Dean smiled at his father. "Yeah. It was kinda fun."
John nodded. "Good. Now can you take your gifts into the living room?"
"Sure," Dean said picking up the box in front of him and left the room.
Ten minutes later they were all sitting in the living room. Sammy and Dean on the couch with an impressive stack in front of them. John and Bobby in chairs near the boys. As Sammy was answering a question from their father Dean slipped his gift into Sammy's pile of presents.
"Ok boys go ahead," John said.
"No. Sammy why don't you go first?" Dean asked then looked at his father. "Should they go in some kind of order?"
John shook his head slightly. "Just keep the biggest parcel for last Sammy."
"Ok Daddy," Sammy said then started to shift forward to get off the couch.
"Stay put Sammy. I'll get them for you," Dean offered as he stood up and picked up a small present.
Sammy took the first present and tore off the paper. His eyes lit up as he saw a GI Joe action figure. "Wow! Dean look!"
"Yeah Sammy I see it. Do you like it?" Dean asked.
"Ok open this next," Dean said handing him another gift.
Sammy tore off green paper off the package and his eyes lit up. "Cars! Look at em all!"
Bobby chuckled at the tyke's excitement for the 25 pack of cars. "You like those?"
"Yeah!" Sammy yelled. "Can we play with them now?"
"After Sammy. You have more gifts to open," John said.
Dean handed him another present and watched with amusement as his little brother tore open the present. "Colouring books and crayons! Can we take these with us Daddy so I can colour in the car?"
"We should. That's what they're for," John said with a smile.
Dean handed him another present. John looked at Bobby in confusion. The box wasn't one he remembered. It wasn't wrapped in the green paper.
Sammy pulled off the packaging and ripped open the box. He reached in and pulled out the bear from the toy store. His eyes shone with happiness as he looked at the stuffed bear. "This is for me?"
"Yeah little man," Dean said sitting next to him. "That one's for you."
"How'd Santa know I wanted a teddy bear? I didn't tell Santa that," Sammy said.
"Santa didn't bring you that one Sammy," Bobby said.
"I did," Dean said softly. "You like him?"
Sammy nodded. "But why? When I said I wanted one for my birthday you said I didn't need one."
Dean shrugged. "I was wrong. You needed one. Every boy needs a little bear to call his own."
"But you don't have one," Sammy said.
"I had one a long time ago," Dean said. "But he's gone. I'm old enough to not need one anymore. Sides half the time you're in my bed anyway. What would I do with a teddy bear?"
"Come on open the next one," Dean said getting up and handing his little brother another gift.
Sammy tore open the package and got a remote control truck. It was a blue truck with overly simple controls. He frowned and looked up at Dean. "You said big trucks and cars were baby toys."
"Normally yes. But this is really cool Sammy. Look at it. It's a remote control car," Dean said.
Sammy shrugged and looked from the toy back to his brother.
"Sammy when you guys are done opening gifts we'll put some batteries and you can play with the truck ok?" John said. "I'll show you how."
"Ok Daddy," Sammy said as he put the toy aside.
"You'll have to get up for this one Sammy. It's too heavy for me to move," Dean said and helped his brother off the couch.
Sammy tore into the package with gusto. He pulled the paper away from the front of the package and his eyes opened wide in surprise. "Twain! Dean look it's a twain!" He shouted and tore off the rest of the package.
"Whoa there Sammy," Dean said as he started to laugh. His little brother hadn't had this much energy since the accident.
"Open Dean! Open!" Sammy yelled and started to hop excitedly where he stood.
Bobby stood up and picked up Sammy.
"Open Bobby! Open!" Sammy shouted and struggled to get down.
"Sammy calm down," John said softly. "You can open it and play with it. But you're going to hurt yourself little man."
"Wanna play," Sammy said as he stopped struggling.
"You can play Sammy. I'll even help you set it up. But you're going to pull out your stitches," Dean said gently. "Put him down Bobby."
"We'll help you put your train set together little one. Just be careful. You don't want to go back into the hospital, do you?" Bobby asked.
Sammy shook his head.
"Ok then. Let Dean open his presents and then we'll put it together," Bobby said.
"Sammy why don't you sit with me and watch Dean open his presents," John said.
Sammy sniffed and nodded but as Bobby took a step towards John, Sammy struggled against his hold.
"Wait Bobby," Dean said and took the bear off the couch. "Want this?"
Sammy nodded and took the bear out of his brother's hand. He didn't struggle as Bobby took him over to his father.
"Too much for one day I think," John said as he settled his youngest in his lap.
Bobby nodded and turned back to Dean to find the eight year old already cleaning up the paper from his brother's gifts.
"Do you have a garbage bag Bobby?" Dean asked with an arm load full of paper.
Bobby took the paper from Dean and took it into the kitchen. He half filled a garbage bag and brought the bag into the living room for when Dean was finished. While he'd been in the kitchen Dean had neatly stacked Sammy's gifts to the side.
"Ok Dean. Start on your gifts," Bobby said as he sat down.
Dean opened his first gift and his face lit up in a smile. "Cool. A Metallica shirt and an AC/DC shirt," he said and took off his sweat shirt and put on the Metallica shirt.
"Gee John I don't think he likes those very much," Bobby teased.
"Yeah. Maybe I should have gotten the Skynyrd shirt instead," John said with a grin.
"Ha ha," Dean said as he picked up another package. He took off the wrapping paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it at Bobby.
"Maybe you should have asked Santa for a baseball and a glove," Bobby said catching the paper ball easily and shoving it into the bag.
Dean opened the box flaps and found several books. He pulled out each one and read the backs of them. "These are great!" Dean exclaimed.
"Well your other books are pretty worn and I'm sure you can almost recite them word for word," John said softly.
Dean nodded. "Yeah I can. But I haven't read these ones before," he said.
"Good. Your brother can colour and you can read. That'll give your father a few miles of peace while he drives," Bobby said.
Dean nodded again as he began to open another box. His face lit up as he pulled the item out of the box. "A walkman! Really?"
"Yup. I don't want to hear anything about my taste in music," John said.
"Open the deck Dean," Bobby said.
Dean flipped open the deck and pulled out the tape. "Oh cool! Metallica! This is the best!"
John chuckled. "Huh. Bobby I do believe I could've stopped there."
Bobby laughed. "Keep going Dean. I'll get you some batteries when we're done."
Dean grabbed another package and tore it open. "More tapes! Another Metallica tape! And there's Clapton, AC/DC and Ted Nugent! This is awesome!"
"Glad Santa knows what you like Dean," Bobby said.
"Yeah me too," Dean said.
"Open the big one," John said.
Dean put down the tapes next to his walkman. He took a good look at the big box. It was just about as big as he was. He glanced up at his father. This morning must have cost him a fortune. What could he possibly need other than what he already got?
"Go ahead," Bobby said softly.
Dean smiled as he tore off the paper and opened the box. He frowned in puzzlement as he found anther wrapped box.
"Here let me help you with that," Bobby said as he took the wrapped box out of the larger one. He gave the wrapped one to Dean and took away the bigger box.
Dean tore the paper off of the box and opened it. He shook his head as he found another wrapped box. He pulled out the wrapped box and watched Bobby take the bigger box and put it into the original box. The man had a huge smile on his face.
"Well would you open your present already?" Bobby teased.
Dean tore into the next box. Only to find another wrapped smaller box. "Dad!"
"These were from Santa, Dean," John said trying really hard not to laugh. "Don't blame me."
Dean glared at him for a second then tore off the paper and opened the box. "Ahh! I don't get it!" Dean said as he tore the paper off the top of that box and found anther box.
John was out right laughing as his son ripped the packaging off that one as well.
Dean went through several more boxes before pulling out three smaller ones. He took out the biggest of the three and took the paper off. "No way! No way!" He said looking over to his Dad.
"Yeah way," John shot back with a smile.
"But I already got a walkman. I can't get a Game Boy too," Dean said.
"Open the rest Dean," Bobby said.
Dean looked at him before opening the other two packages. Tetris and Legend of Zelda. He couldn't believe his eyes and he sat down on the couch.
"You must have been a really good boy Dean," Sammy said where he was snuggled into his father's chest.
"Oh I can attest to that. In fact he's been a really good boy for a few years. Santa had some catching up to do," John said softly.
Dean looked up at his father with shining eyes. "Santa's awesome."
All John could do was smile and swallow against the lump in his throat.
A half hour later Dean was playing with his game boy and Sammy was playing with his cars. Dean shifted slightly and put an arm around his little brother. "Easy Sammy," he said softly.
John and Bobby headed into the kitchen. John sat down at the kitchen table and Bobby poured them coffees before sitting down as well.
"Thanks Bobby," John said softly before taking a sip of the dark brew.
"For what?" Bobby asked.
"I couldn't have done any of this without you," John said.
Bobby shrugged. "They're good kids. It was easy. But I do believe Christmas is not quite over yet," he said getting up and pulling a package out of a drawer.
"What's this?" John asked looking at a package Bobby was trying to give him.
"It's a bottle of holy water you idiot," Bobby shot back. "Just open it."
John gave him a slight look of confusion before taking the package and opening it. He pulled out a small album that was slightly larger than a 4x6 print. He swallowed heavily before opening the cover and saw a picture of his beautiful Mary.
He sniffed and his finger gently traced her face on the picture. "How...," John choked out before stopping.
"Broke into your storage locker and had some prints made. The originals were only gone for a few hours. I thought you might like a few pictures with you on the road. If these get damaged the originals are still safe," Bobby said softly.
John turned the page and a tear slipped down the side of his face.
Bobby looked away and took a sip of his coffee. "I'll go check on the boys," he said as he got up and gave John some privacy.
"Merry Christmas Baby where ever you are," he whispered. "I love you."
John looked through the album. He gently put it down on the table. Giving him a moment to compose himself he wiped the last of his tears from his face and got up. It had been too long since he'd played with his children. He had a toy train to setup.
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