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Title: Home Alone

Summary: A young Sam and Dean get snowed in at Christmas.

Rating: PG

Dean pulled back the curtains, squinting to try and make something out in the darkness but all he could see was snow, all he’d been able to see all day was snow. It was dark outside now; there was no way anyone was going to be able to get into, or out of, the room until at least the morning.

“I like being snowed in.”

He turned to look at Sam, who was curled up on the bed, covered by blanket after blanket, and watching his favourite TV show. “Lucky you.”

Sam nodded, “It’s fun, right?”

“Sure.” He ran his fingers through the line of salt on the sill, making sure that it was still complete.

“And Daddy isn’t here which means we can do what we want.”

“You’ve still got to listen to me, Sammy.”

“But you’re fun.”

It had been two days since his Dad had left, two days since he’d promised to be back for Christmas so that Dean wouldn’t have to look after Sam. Again.

“Dean?”

“What?”

“Have you got me a present?”

He sighed, moved away from the window and over to the small kitchenette, “Course, Sammy.”

“I’ve got one for you.”

He looked over at Sam, “Really?”

Sam nodded, “Daddy helped me get it. I chose it, though.”

They were out of soup and the bread was mouldy. Wrinkling his nose, Dean threw it in the trash.

“Dean?”

He bit his lip, “What, Sam?”

“Will Dad be home soon?”

“I don’t know.”

Sam pushed himself up so that he was kneeling on the bed, “But-”

“I said I don’t know, Sam. Leave it.”

They’d been stuck inside for too long and if something came for them now there was no way out. He crossed over to his bed, felt for the knife under the pillow and tried to breath.

“I’m cold.”

He sat down on the bed next to Sam and reached out to touch him, shaking his head when he felt the goose bumps on his little brother’s skin. Leaning over the bed, he grabbed the blanket that had been discarded and wrapped it back around Sam.

“Come on,” He pulled the bed covers back, “Get under.”

He waited until Sam was settled then walked back towards the kitchen, listening to his brother’s running commentary of what was happening on the television. Tuning it out, he pulled the tub of drinking chocolate out of the cupboard. It was a luxury but it was something that his Dad had insisted on. There wasn’t much left now, only enough to last Sammy for another couple of drinks. He grabbed a mug from the side and prepared the drink, putting in extra chocolate just how Sam liked it. Being careful not to spill the drink, he carried it back over to the bed and handed it to Sam.

“Sit still so you don’t spill it.”

“I know, Dean. Thanks.”

He shrugged and lay down on the bed next to Sam, grinned when his little brother shifted closer. Outside, the snow was still falling and he glanced at the clock; there was no way his Dad was going to be back in time for Christmas.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want some of my hot chocolate?” Sam held out the mug, looked up at him with a gap-toothed grin.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Thanks, Sammy.”

Maybe Christmas alone with Sam wouldn’t be so bad after all.