Characters: Sam and Dean
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Christmas comes in many forms when you're a Winchester.
On Christmas day, when the sun rides low in the sky and its setting fire casts shadows which flicker and dance across the Impala's roof;
When the December chill reddens your nose and turns your breath to ghostly dancers;
When frost glistens like glass across Baby's hood, and chills your butt when you sit too long;
When starlight reflects in your brother's eyes as he smiles, and you know he likes your gift, modest as it is;
When the clink of your beer bottles echoes across the crisp night air;
Occasionally, just occasionally, Christmas is an awesome time to be a Winchester.
A/N: In my headcanon, the scene above is totally the boys enjoying a quiet moment together one Christmas night ...