Christmas Special (Y/n--5; Sammy--8; Dean--12)
If Bobby had any control over the matter, he would ensure that you kids had a proper Christmas. The Christmas tree with the colorful blinking lights displayed from the corner for you three kids to enjoy, including the presents from Santa, would appear over Christmas Eve night.
This year he would never forget how you sad appeared on his doorstep that December and how you looked at the tree before turning to him and saying, "I know that Santa isn't real, Bobby. You don't have to pretend that he comes Christmas Eve night anymore." Shock filled his body. Of the three of you, you definitely had believed the most and thus far the longest. Bobby didn't have a moment to say anything before you drudged yourself up the stairs. Dean leaned over and murmured, "Dad turned her about Santa." Bobby hated how John ruined that piece of innocence belief you had. "He ruined Christmas now for all of his kids, bastard." Bobby mumbled under his breath when Sam and Dean settled in the living room.
Bobby waited an hour before he decided to walk up the stairs to your and your brothers' room. He frowned at you, sitting on the side of the bed with tears rolling down your cheeks while clenching the stuffed rabbit that "Santa" got you a last year. "Hey, sweetheart," he calmly said and crouched in front of you. "You know, little girls that cry on Christmas Eve don't get a visit from Santa." He informed you. You angrily scoffed, "I know he isn't real, Bobby. Dad told me." Bobby was prepared for this statement and his argument. "Oh, yeah? Then who gave you all those wonderful gifts over the years, huh? And how come there are so many stories about him? If he wasn't real, there wouldn't be as many." Bobby tried to convince you. "They're just made up." You hiccupped. Bobby couldn't stand your tears and wrapped you in his arms and let you cry into his shoulder. "The stories aren't made up at all. Santa has powerful magic that only the strongest believers still know he exists, and those who don't believe think it's all a fairytale." He comforted you with his words and small circles on your back. "Why would Santa have people not believe in him?" You questioned. Bobby hesitated, "Let's not find out."
Bobby chuckled as he heard the boys starting to argue with one. "Let's go in see what your brothers are up to." He arrived, you still in his arms, to the sight of both of them snooping all around the tree at the presents. Bobby rolled his eyes, "What are you idjits doing?" Both of them stopped and looked at him with a deer in headlights look. "N-nothing..." Dean innocently smiled and put one of the horrifyingly wrapped presents gently back on the ground. "Yeah, okay," he simply said that the children should get ready for dinner and put you down.
No, dinner wasn't like the movie or TV special ones showed, but it had to be the best meal that you and your brothers ever in your lives. One of the few times that laughter and smiles were nearly constantly occurring. Bobby tried his best, knowing that John would hardly put an effort in for his kids.
Dean looked at Bobby with a small smirk when he finished his pieces of pie, some remaining around his lips. The older man rolled his eyes, knowing what the boy was going to ask, especially as the boy's siblings glanced at the ring leader and followed his actions. "Just one." Bobby responded and got up from the table that the children ran away from to the Christmas tree.
The site of all three children wondering around the tree, searching for what could possibly be the best present for the night. You all uplifted each one, shook, and other methods to select just a single individual gift. Sam was the first to unwrap one, unveiling the series of books that he couldn't stop talking about the last time he was at Bobby's. "Thanks, Bobby! I can't wait to read them!" The eight-year-old beamed. "Nerd," Dean commented before opening his own present. "Woah! Bobby, this is awesome!" Dean exclaimed at the mobile cassette player and headphones. The youngest then finalized their decision and pulled out the present from the very back of the tree. You unwrapped the present to open a box, your eyes widened at the present. Inside the box was a book version of an episode of Blue's Clues with a small Blue stuffed animal. You only watched a couple episodes between all the hotels and Bobby's house, but it was your favorite. You never really mentioned it to anyone. No words could come out of your mouth, still in amazement. Bobby sat on the couch behind you. "What you got there?" You looked back at him, gift tight to your chest. "Blue, my present from Santa."