Title: The Heart of the Season
Disclaimer: The Winchesters don't belong to me, more's the pity. The things I'd do if they did…
Drabble challenge word: none
No. of words: 169. So, I went over. Sue me.
Spoiler alert: none
The brothers were on another hunt, one they hoped would be nothing more than another salt and burn. The motel they were staying in had a huge Christmas tree set up in the lobby. Dean went to the desk and signed in, and key in hand, found Sam standing in front of the tree, a hand reached out toward an ornament. It was as if he were transfixed.
"Sammy?" Getting no response, Dean spoke a little louder. "Yo, dude!"
Sam shook himself out of his reverie. "What?"
Dean put a hand on his brother's shoulder and asked, his voice low, "What're you thinking about, Sammy?"
"I think I get what you like about Christmas, Dean."
"This," Sam gestured at the tree. "It's so...I don't know. Nice. Pretty. Festive. It makes you feel good, I guess."
Dean shook his head. "It's not that. Not for me."
"What is it, then?" Sam asked, his smoky eyes large in his face.
"Family, Sam. It means family, and you're mine."