Title: A Supernatural Christmas
Rating: R
Author: Reportergirl13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Word Count: 1,629
Warnings: Spoilers through season 5, but it’s completely AU.
Prompt Word: Christmas
Rating: R
Author: Reportergirl13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Word Count: 1,629
Warnings: Spoilers through season 5, but it’s completely AU.
Prompt Word: Christmas
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to Eric Kipke *sigh* but if I did own them I would have taken better care of Jo and Ellen
Sam pulled the Impala up to Bobby’s house and idled there while Dean got his stuff together. He let out a light chuckle and Dean glared at him.
“Shut up Sammy.”
“I can’t help it man…you look…”
His sentence was cut off by a fit of laughter. Dean grunted, reached over and punched Sam in the arm. Sam frowned and rubbed his arm. A look of amusement crossed his face as he spoke.
“Come on man…is that anyway for Santa to act?”
Dean’s jaw was clenched as he shook his head.
“Yuck it up you little bitch, next year I’m makin’ you dress up like Santa.”
Sam rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on Dean…it’s a good look for you.”
Dean grabbed the red sack from the backseat.
“Keep it up Sammy and the next place I hit you won’t be your arm.”
Sam smiled as he watched his brother open the door and step out. Dean stood there dressed in a Santa suit with a red sack over his shoulder as he shook his head. He shut the door and bent down so he could look at Sam through the window.
“I’m just glad we made it back in time. I’ve never seen Jo so pissed before…park the Impala in back so they don’t see it. I wanna surprise them.”
Sam nodded and Dean watched him drive the car around back before heading towards the front door. He glanced down at the baggy red pants as he took the steps two at a time. He couldn’t believe he and Jo had been together for six years already.
He could still remember the day he proposed. He had just made a deal with a crossroads Demon and sold his soul to save Sam. When Jo found out she was furious, she ripped him a new one, but when she found out why he’d made the deal, she’d understood. That was when he told her if he only had a year to live; he wanted to spend that year with her.
A week later they were married, ten months after that they found a way out of Dean’s deal, and five months later Mary Ellen Winchester was born. Dean pulled his key to Bobby’s house out, inserted it in the door quietly, and opened it quietly.
He made his way inside and walked quietly over to the tree in the corner. He glanced at the decorations and smiled. Ever since Mary was born they made a point of going to Bobby’s every year for all the holiday’s his mother-in-law deemed important.
They had their own place not far with Sam, but Ellen insisted that holidays’ were a time for family and so every year they’d pack up the Impala and head to Bobby’s. This year though, an old friend of their dad’s had been in some serious trouble and called them three days before Christmas for help.
He and Sammy didn’t have the heart to say no and even Bobby backed them up. So they had left and when they got there and realized the job wasn’t as simple as they thought it would be, Dean had called Jo and told her he probably wouldn’t make it home for Christmas.
She’d yelled, swore, and hung up on him. After that he and Sam had made sure to haul ass with the job…Ellen was right…Christmas was for family…Dean bent down by the tree, opened the bag in front of him and started pulling the presents out.
He was taking the last one out when he heard a creek. His body tensed and froze as he felt for his gun in his Santa belt. He waited a minute to see if he’d hear the noise again, but nothing. He shrugged, stood and turned toward the stairs.
It was dark but he could clearly see a figure outlined there with what looked like a gun pointed at him. He moved towards the stairs and everything happened at once and later Dean would say it looked like everything was in slow motion.
There was a loud crash from the kitchen, Sam let out what Dean could only describe as a growl, a light flashed at the front of the house, Mary’s head popped out of the banister on the top of the stairs, and she spoke with awe in her voice.
“Santa?”
Dean took another step forward when he stepped on something sticky. He glanced down and tried to unstuck the boot and that’s when he noticed it. The devils trap on the floor. He knew what he’d find the minute he looked up and he was right.
The gun was aimed, and right as the shot was fired he nose dived to the ground. He felt a searing pain in his leg as the lights in the house were switched on and Bobby and Ellen came running out of their room, Sam jogged in from the kitchen and Jo stood frozen gun still raised.
Bobby’s voice filled the silence.
“What in the hell is going on here?”
Dean grunted and grabbed his leg in pain. Mary stood eyes wide, blonde curls past her shoulders.
“Mommy you shot Santa!”
Dean’s voice filled the room.
“Damn it Jo!”
“Dean?”
“Daddy?”
Dean looked at Jo and shook his head.
“Who the fuck else would be wearing a Santa costume putting gifts under the tree? The damn Easter bunny?”
Jo ran down the steps and pulled the beard and hat off Dean. He winced and she bit her lip.
“Opps…”
He glared at her.
“Opps? You fucking shot me woman…”
Jo glanced at his leg before scrunching up her nose.
“In my defense I thought you were a demon…why the hell would you stop in the damn Devils Trap Dean? What else am I supposed to think? We’ve been over this a million times…shoot first…”
He nodded and cut her off.
“Ask questions later…yeah yeah…well don’t just sit there…Jesus…it stings like a bitch.”
Jo nodded and moved into the kitchen to get the first aid kit. Ellen followed Jo and Bobby crossed his arms over his chest and just shook his head before snorting and mumbling “idjitos.” Mary walked over to Dean in her pajamas and he gave her a small smile.
“Hey princess…”
“Hey daddy…”
Her eyes were still wide as Jo came back with everything they needed to remove the bullet. Ellen and Jo worked on Dean and Mary laughed lightly. Everyone looked towards her as she addressed Jo.
“Oh my god…Mommy…Daddy’s Santa Clause! That’s why he’s always gone with Uncle Sam! They kill monsters and make toys!”
His 5-year-old daughter giggled uncontrollably and the adults in the room couldn’t help but laugh. Jo smiled at her daughter and shook her head.
“Daddy’s not Santa baby…he’s…just filling in cause Santa’s real busy this time a year. Now you best be off to bed…go on.”
Mary pouted and frowned when her pout didn’t work.
“But daddy’s home…I want daddy to put me to bed.”
Dean chuckled.
“Princess, Daddy’s got a bullet in his leg…and it’s hurtin even worse now that your mom’s diggin it out of me.”
He glared slightly at Jo and she rolled her eyes.
“Stop being such a baby.”
“You’re still a butcher…”
She grinned and he smirked before looking back at Mary.
“Why don’t you let Uncle Sammy take you back to bed?”
She sighed.
“Oh, fine. I love you.”
She walked over, gave him and kiss and then moved toward Sam who lifted her in his arms and pretended to fly her up the stairs. Dean could hear his daughter’s laughter filling the house as Sam put her back to bed and he smiled.
Bobby and Ellen watched as Jo patched up Dean where he laid sprawled on the floor in his bloody Santa suit. Dean cleared his throat as he watched the motions of Jo’s hand on his leg.
“I’m sorry I missed Christmas Eve…”
Jo glanced at him briefly, but his eyes never moved from his leg.
“I’m sorry I shot you…”
Dean chuckled.
“It wouldn’t be Christmas with the Winchesters if something didn’t go ridiculously wrong.”
Jo nodded and taped down the bandage before sitting back on her haunches.
“There…you’re all done.”
Dean looked over her handiwork and nodded.
“Help me up?”
She stood and reached down for him. He caught her hand and she hefted him up. When he was standing he wrapped an arm around her waist and smirked as Bobby’s clock chimed midnight. He leaned in and his lips captured hers in a quick kiss.
When he pulled away he winced and groaned slightly. He shook his head and gave her a playful glare.
“I can’t believe you shot me…”
She shrugged.
“Let that be a lesson to you next time you want to miss Christmas.”
He grinned.
“That’s my girl…”
She rolled her eyes.
“Come on let’s get you to bed.”
Dean snorted.
“Damn right…where you can make it up to me for shooting me…”
“Stop being a baby.”
“Jo…you shot me…”
Ellen and Bobby watched as Jo helped Dean up the stairs. Their voices floated down to the two adults who shook their heads.
“Oh cut it out you know it was an accident…”
“Yeah some welcome home…I rush the job, rent a Santa suit, come home and get shot…”
Jo smiled.
“I missed you too Deano…”
Dean gave her a sideways glance, but couldn’t help the grin that broke out onto his face.
“Merry Christmas sweetheart…”
“Merry Christmas princess…”
The bedroom door shut behind them and Ellen sighed.
“They’ll be the death of us.”
Bobby grunted.
“Thank god their only hear on holidays…”
They made their way upstairs and back to bed…where for once everything was calm and quiet in the Singer household.
Sam pulled the Impala up to Bobby’s house and idled there while Dean got his stuff together. He let out a light chuckle and Dean glared at him.
“Shut up Sammy.”
“I can’t help it man…you look…”
His sentence was cut off by a fit of laughter. Dean grunted, reached over and punched Sam in the arm. Sam frowned and rubbed his arm. A look of amusement crossed his face as he spoke.
“Come on man…is that anyway for Santa to act?”
Dean’s jaw was clenched as he shook his head.
“Yuck it up you little bitch, next year I’m makin’ you dress up like Santa.”
Sam rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on Dean…it’s a good look for you.”
Dean grabbed the red sack from the backseat.
“Keep it up Sammy and the next place I hit you won’t be your arm.”
Sam smiled as he watched his brother open the door and step out. Dean stood there dressed in a Santa suit with a red sack over his shoulder as he shook his head. He shut the door and bent down so he could look at Sam through the window.
“I’m just glad we made it back in time. I’ve never seen Jo so pissed before…park the Impala in back so they don’t see it. I wanna surprise them.”
Sam nodded and Dean watched him drive the car around back before heading towards the front door. He glanced down at the baggy red pants as he took the steps two at a time. He couldn’t believe he and Jo had been together for six years already.
He could still remember the day he proposed. He had just made a deal with a crossroads Demon and sold his soul to save Sam. When Jo found out she was furious, she ripped him a new one, but when she found out why he’d made the deal, she’d understood. That was when he told her if he only had a year to live; he wanted to spend that year with her.
A week later they were married, ten months after that they found a way out of Dean’s deal, and five months later Mary Ellen Winchester was born. Dean pulled his key to Bobby’s house out, inserted it in the door quietly, and opened it quietly.
He made his way inside and walked quietly over to the tree in the corner. He glanced at the decorations and smiled. Ever since Mary was born they made a point of going to Bobby’s every year for all the holiday’s his mother-in-law deemed important.
They had their own place not far with Sam, but Ellen insisted that holidays’ were a time for family and so every year they’d pack up the Impala and head to Bobby’s. This year though, an old friend of their dad’s had been in some serious trouble and called them three days before Christmas for help.
He and Sammy didn’t have the heart to say no and even Bobby backed them up. So they had left and when they got there and realized the job wasn’t as simple as they thought it would be, Dean had called Jo and told her he probably wouldn’t make it home for Christmas.
She’d yelled, swore, and hung up on him. After that he and Sam had made sure to haul ass with the job…Ellen was right…Christmas was for family…Dean bent down by the tree, opened the bag in front of him and started pulling the presents out.
He was taking the last one out when he heard a creek. His body tensed and froze as he felt for his gun in his Santa belt. He waited a minute to see if he’d hear the noise again, but nothing. He shrugged, stood and turned toward the stairs.
It was dark but he could clearly see a figure outlined there with what looked like a gun pointed at him. He moved towards the stairs and everything happened at once and later Dean would say it looked like everything was in slow motion.
There was a loud crash from the kitchen, Sam let out what Dean could only describe as a growl, a light flashed at the front of the house, Mary’s head popped out of the banister on the top of the stairs, and she spoke with awe in her voice.
“Santa?”
Dean took another step forward when he stepped on something sticky. He glanced down and tried to unstuck the boot and that’s when he noticed it. The devils trap on the floor. He knew what he’d find the minute he looked up and he was right.
The gun was aimed, and right as the shot was fired he nose dived to the ground. He felt a searing pain in his leg as the lights in the house were switched on and Bobby and Ellen came running out of their room, Sam jogged in from the kitchen and Jo stood frozen gun still raised.
Bobby’s voice filled the silence.
“What in the hell is going on here?”
Dean grunted and grabbed his leg in pain. Mary stood eyes wide, blonde curls past her shoulders.
“Mommy you shot Santa!”
Dean’s voice filled the room.
“Damn it Jo!”
“Dean?”
“Daddy?”
Dean looked at Jo and shook his head.
“Who the fuck else would be wearing a Santa costume putting gifts under the tree? The damn Easter bunny?”
Jo ran down the steps and pulled the beard and hat off Dean. He winced and she bit her lip.
“Opps…”
He glared at her.
“Opps? You fucking shot me woman…”
Jo glanced at his leg before scrunching up her nose.
“In my defense I thought you were a demon…why the hell would you stop in the damn Devils Trap Dean? What else am I supposed to think? We’ve been over this a million times…shoot first…”
He nodded and cut her off.
“Ask questions later…yeah yeah…well don’t just sit there…Jesus…it stings like a bitch.”
Jo nodded and moved into the kitchen to get the first aid kit. Ellen followed Jo and Bobby crossed his arms over his chest and just shook his head before snorting and mumbling “idjitos.” Mary walked over to Dean in her pajamas and he gave her a small smile.
“Hey princess…”
“Hey daddy…”
Her eyes were still wide as Jo came back with everything they needed to remove the bullet. Ellen and Jo worked on Dean and Mary laughed lightly. Everyone looked towards her as she addressed Jo.
“Oh my god…Mommy…Daddy’s Santa Clause! That’s why he’s always gone with Uncle Sam! They kill monsters and make toys!”
His 5-year-old daughter giggled uncontrollably and the adults in the room couldn’t help but laugh. Jo smiled at her daughter and shook her head.
“Daddy’s not Santa baby…he’s…just filling in cause Santa’s real busy this time a year. Now you best be off to bed…go on.”
Mary pouted and frowned when her pout didn’t work.
“But daddy’s home…I want daddy to put me to bed.”
Dean chuckled.
“Princess, Daddy’s got a bullet in his leg…and it’s hurtin even worse now that your mom’s diggin it out of me.”
He glared slightly at Jo and she rolled her eyes.
“Stop being such a baby.”
“You’re still a butcher…”
She grinned and he smirked before looking back at Mary.
“Why don’t you let Uncle Sammy take you back to bed?”
She sighed.
“Oh, fine. I love you.”
She walked over, gave him and kiss and then moved toward Sam who lifted her in his arms and pretended to fly her up the stairs. Dean could hear his daughter’s laughter filling the house as Sam put her back to bed and he smiled.
Bobby and Ellen watched as Jo patched up Dean where he laid sprawled on the floor in his bloody Santa suit. Dean cleared his throat as he watched the motions of Jo’s hand on his leg.
“I’m sorry I missed Christmas Eve…”
Jo glanced at him briefly, but his eyes never moved from his leg.
“I’m sorry I shot you…”
Dean chuckled.
“It wouldn’t be Christmas with the Winchesters if something didn’t go ridiculously wrong.”
Jo nodded and taped down the bandage before sitting back on her haunches.
“There…you’re all done.”
Dean looked over her handiwork and nodded.
“Help me up?”
She stood and reached down for him. He caught her hand and she hefted him up. When he was standing he wrapped an arm around her waist and smirked as Bobby’s clock chimed midnight. He leaned in and his lips captured hers in a quick kiss.
When he pulled away he winced and groaned slightly. He shook his head and gave her a playful glare.
“I can’t believe you shot me…”
She shrugged.
“Let that be a lesson to you next time you want to miss Christmas.”
He grinned.
“That’s my girl…”
She rolled her eyes.
“Come on let’s get you to bed.”
Dean snorted.
“Damn right…where you can make it up to me for shooting me…”
“Stop being a baby.”
“Jo…you shot me…”
Ellen and Bobby watched as Jo helped Dean up the stairs. Their voices floated down to the two adults who shook their heads.
“Oh cut it out you know it was an accident…”
“Yeah some welcome home…I rush the job, rent a Santa suit, come home and get shot…”
Jo smiled.
“I missed you too Deano…”
Dean gave her a sideways glance, but couldn’t help the grin that broke out onto his face.
“Merry Christmas sweetheart…”
“Merry Christmas princess…”
The bedroom door shut behind them and Ellen sighed.
“They’ll be the death of us.”
Bobby grunted.
“Thank god their only hear on holidays…”
They made their way upstairs and back to bed…where for once everything was calm and quiet in the Singer household.
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