Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, John Winchester (mentioned), Rowena (minor)
Words: 1280
Author’s Note: This is still in the same universe as the first thing I wrote for this. So if you are interested check it out. I didn’t really intent for this to be a part 2 but it fitted and now I feel like I’ll just make the whole Advent Calendar in that universe... but maybe I won’t. I’ll just have to see if the prompts fit with this setting. Sorry for rambling. Here’s the story.
"You're such a baby, Sammy," Dean said rolling his eyes.
"Am not," Sam said pouting.
"Are so," Dean said and sighed. "You're being a baby. I won't write that stupid letter for you."
"But Dee!"
"No. It's stupid and you're being a baby," Dean said again.
The Children's home had a big box that was supposed to look like a giant mailbox but to Dean only looked like a stupidly decorated box with a slit and too much glitter. There was Santa's mailbox written on it, they were supposed to put there letter to Santa in it.
Sam pouted again.
"Won't you write a letter to Santa?"
Dean shook his head.
"Nothin' I want," he said and bit his lip.
Sam looked at him. "Yes, there is."
"No there ain't," Dean said and looked out of the window where the snow was starting to pile.
"Why not?"
"Cause there ain't, Sammy," Dean said. "Plus Santa isn't even real so you're a baby for believing in him."
"He's real! Kevin said he comes here every year and he brings everyone a present and he's really nice and he's real!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "That's an actor, dumbass."
" 'm not a dumbass!" Sam said. "You're bein' a jerk."
Dean shook his head and shrugged getting up.
"Whatever. Find someone else to write your stupid letter, I ain't writing it."
"It's not stupid!"
"Yes, it is," Dean said. "It's super stupid and you're super stupid."
He went to leave the room.
Dean entered his room and let himself fall on his bed pulling the cover over his head.
He was annoyed with Sammy and with this whole place.
"What's wrong?" his roommate asked from behind him.
"Nothin'..." Dean mumbled deciding that he was annoyed with him too.
"Are you sick? Should I get Jody or Sonny?"
Dean shook his head.
"Leave me alone, Cas," he said.
Cas wasn't that bad. He hated this place but some of the kids were alright and Cas really was alright. Weird but alright. Just right now Dean really didn't want to deal with anyone.
"If you are sick you gotta tell someone, Dean," Castiel said sternly.
"I'm not sick though," Dean said annoyed.
"What's wrong then?" Castiel asked him softly.
"Nothin'. Already told you. Nothing's wrong, Cas."
"Yes, there is. You're acting like something's wrong."
"Am not," Dean said.
Cas was silent now and sighed deeply.
Sometimes Cas was acting annoyingly like an adult.
They spend a little time like this until Dean's head looked out from under the cover.
"Do you write letters to Santa?" he asked suddenly.
Cas turned around to look at him.
"Yes, I do," he said with a little bit of a smile.
"Yeah? Why?" Dean asked sitting up. "You don't believe in Santa do you?"
Cas shook his head. "Of course not. Santa isn't real."
"So why are you writing to him?"
"I like it," Castiel said. "In my family, before I came here we didn't get anything for Christmas. There was no Christmas tree and no other decoration," he said and shrugged. "I just like the tradition, figuring out what I want for Christmas and all that stuff," he explained. "And I know it would make my mother and my father angry if they knew I did it so I... I just write them."
Dean looked at Cas and saw that he was blushing a little.
Cas didn't normally talk a lot about his parents and why he was here.
Not that many children did. Dean hadn't told anyone else about Dad and why they'd been taken away either.
"It also makes everything so much easier. It's kinda like talking with someone you can trust but it's really not someone real," Cas said and smiled a little.
Dean set up in bed and shrugged while he got out of bed and smiled at Cas.
"Thanks," he said.
Sam was sitting on his bed hugging his knees and sulking when someone knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" he said looking up.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean said and entered the room.
Sam looked at him. "What do you want?"
"Sayin' sorry," Dean said and set down next to him. "So, Sorry."
"For what?" he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest, trying to imitate the way adults acted when they wanted them to apologize.
"For callin', you stupid," Dean mumbled and smiled at him. "And and a baby and for saying I wouldn't help you, Sammy," he looked at him and ruffled his hair. "I'll help you, okay?"
Sam smiled suddenly. "Yes? Really?"
Dean grinned. "Yeah. Really."
"Awesome!" Sam said and jumped up grabbing his crayons.
Dean followed him to write down what Sammy told him to write.
Dear Santa,
I'm really excited that you'll come this year and that I'll get to see you for real. Here's what I wish for Christmas.
A puppy. It doesn't matter if it's a real one or a toy. Dean says we can't have a real one.
One book that Dean can read to me and I can read later once I've learned how to read.
That Daddy will call at Christmas and also that he'll have a nice Christmas and won't drink too much.
Lots of love,
SAM
Sam wrote his name himself drawing a crooked heart next to it.
Dean rolled his eyes. He had told Sam that 'lots of love' was a little much.
"Let's put it in the box, okay?" he said and Sam nodded.
It was night and it was dark everywhere in the Orphanage.
Rowen liked checking in with it from time to time.
She wanted to make sure that every child was asleep and safe.
Maybe she cared about them, so what? She was a witch but that didn't mean that she didn't have a heart.
She checked in every room and was happy when she found the boy, Samuel sleeping deeply.
Then she found a room in which there was still light on and Rowena made a face thinking about the child or children that were still up. She would teach them.
Rowena went in her body less state into the room and stopped when she saw one boy sitting at his desk a concentrated look on his face reading over a piece of paper.
Rowena went to stay next to him and looked over his shoulder.
Santa.
So, I'm pretty sure I'm not on your nice people list but I don't care you're not real anyway.
I got only one wish this year.
I just want back to Dad. I don't care if I have to cook for me and Sammy. I don't care that he's always out hunting. I want back.
He's a good Dad. I love him.
And I know he needs us because if he doesn't have us he'll get lost.
Just that's what I want. I want back to Dad.
Thanks for reading this.
Dean.
P.S.: Don't give Sammy a real dog. He's too small to take care of it and I'll end up doing everything for him.
Dean nodded slowly and folded the letter neatly.
Then he got up and walked quietly through the hall on bare feet.
He stood in front of the box and slowly let the letter fall inside it.
He looked around sheepishly and went to get back to bed.
Rowena decided not to do anything and asked herself if she was getting soft.
She watched the boy get back to bed and made sure that he fell asleep immediately after hitting the pillow.
If he was getting away with staying up that late he should at least fall asleep as soon as he went to bed.
Well both eyes did different things Father. He shuffled forward miserably. His head hurt, the vertigio was unbearable. After a few meters his body decided being upright was no longer an option.
An arm reached down and pulled him back up. "Again. Just use the augmentic this time, your real eye closed."
Much easier. "I think it's mistuned, you bumped your head and the runes got pressed. Need a rune for locking. Under the knife again son."
Another dunking. he closed his eye And once again he was dropped into the tank.
The respirator hadn't jolted this time, and he opened his eye again. The other eye, the blight on his face was, as always, open. The tank sealed above him and he floated. The punishment was boredom, or maybe he was just supposed to be out of mind again for a while.
There wasn't enough room for acrobatics. Just existing. And the tank was opaque enough he couldn't see through it.
The tutor looked back over their tome "I beg your pardon"
Amadeus flipped through his notes." Retribution, Apocalypse, Vanquisher, Emperor, I know what all of those are. But what's Oberon to have a battleship named after it."
The teacher paused. "You're better off not knowing"
It might not be vacuum proof like the voidships above but the Manse of Castronova was water... resitant.
He caulked another set of tiles. He had been given several containers of the stuff, and a gun. After firing it at Johan and being disappointed, he was now caulking whatever this room was supposed to be.
Empty shelves, tile floors. Perhaps a storage area for the treasures Uncle brought back. It was very empty now though.
They'd grabbed the "swords" from the kitchen earlier. And now...
"En garde" Johannes began swinging his around.
Amadeus lifted his. They really were quite unwieldy, as he prepared for the beating. Johannes had long since realized he could attack with impunity, but blame any attempt to fight back on cruelty.
