Important: This is the last story of 2024! I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 17th, 2025 with the first story of the new year!
Written: 23.12.23
Words: 726
Wee!Chesters, 2024’s 2nd Christmas story
“Uh, Sammy?” Dean’s brows furrowed together as he carefully took a mason jar out of the motel freezer. He turned around, bringing his eyes up to the bed, “What’s this?”
Sammy’s eyes went wide and he shot off the bed, running toward his brother with his arms outstretched, “Be careful with that!”
“Whoa,” Dean stopped the little tornado with a soft hand to his chest. He raised an eyebrow as he held the jar above his head, “You wanna fill me in?”
Sammy huffed at that, as he shot the eldest a pointed look, “It’s Terry.”
“Terry?” The blonde’s face scrunched, “Who the heck is-” He cut himself off as he remembered the name, “Your snowman?” At the nod, he couldn’t help but look between his brother and the jar, “Okaaay… and why did you put him in the freezer?”
“They were plowing the parking lot!”
“Oh, yeah, of course. How stupid of me.”
Sammy huffed at his brother’s sarcastic tone and rolled his eyes again, making a grab for the jar, “I couldn’t let them kill him!”
Dean couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at that, “What?”
“They would’ve completely destroyed him.” Sammy shook his head and lowered his eyes to the ground, “I couldn’t let that happen.”
At the sudden serious shift, Dean raised an eyebrow, “You do know he’s just a snowman, right? He’s not real?”
“I know!” He stomped his foot in agitation and brought his eyes back to his brother’s face. After a moment of searching, he sighed, “Just forget it.” He turned around, heading back over to the bed, “It doesn’t matter.”
“Whoa, hey,” Dean took a couple steps after him, “You just… don’t care anymore?”
At the sullen shrug, Dean sighed, why does he have to be such a…child about things? He scrubbed his free hand down his face as he stared at the jar, what’s the point of saving a bunch of frozen water? It’s not like he could’ve thought it’d last long. Dad’s gonna be back tonight and then-
The blonde cut off his train of thought as the idea hit him like a lightening bolt. His head whipped up to stare at his now-depressed brother, who was hunched over on their shared bed, no… Dean swallowed thickly, no. There’s no way…
He forced himself to take in a deep breath before making his way over to the bed. He cleared his throat and tried to swallow down the lump as he saw what his brother was holding, “W-whatcha reading, there?”
The youngest sighed at that – the kind of sigh one let’s out when they realize they’re out of options – and slowly turned to face his brother, revealing the book that was sitting open on his lap.
Dean felt his blood run cold as he saw it was their Dad’s journal. He quickly snatched it out of his lap, “Where did you get this?”
“It was under our pillow.”
Dean closed his eyes, feeling like a knife stabbed his heart as he heard his brother’s monotone voice, no. Not yet… he’s too small. “Y-you shouldn’t have this.”
“I’m not stupid, Dean.” At the nearly snapping of the blonde’s neck at the sentence as he turned back around, Sammy shrugged, “Dad comes in covered in blood all the time…”
“B-but-”
“I figured out a while ago he was killing things,” Sammy shook his head, eyes drifting to the jar that was still in the eldest’s hand, “I just wanted to save something for once.”
Dean open and closed his mouth a few times, searching for the right words. But what could he say? His brother could never un-know what he’d learned… maybe it was selfish of him to want to keep it from him – he’d never gotten a chance to be a child, so he’d wanted Sammy to have that chance.
Dean stared down at the jar in his hands, boring holes into the two lumps of coal that were packed against the side. It only took him a moment longer of staring before he finally made his way back over to the freezer. He gently placed the jar back in it and nodded to himself, good.
He felt his brother’s questioning look before he even turned away from the freezer. Once their eyes connected, he plastered a smirk onto his face, “What? I like Terry.”
I want to say a big thank-you to all my readers! You guys are amazing and I am grateful every day that I have the support to get to do what I love.
I hope you all have a great holiday season if you celebrate, and if you don’t, I hope you still find time to relax and reset before diving into 2025.
I’ll see you in the new year!
AI
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