Winchester Sister- I’ll Be Home for Christmas
Title: I’ll Be Home for Christmas
Parings: Dean x reader!sister, Dean x old man(Hank)
Summary: Dean runs into problems while trying to get home in time for Christmas for his little sister.
(A/N: yeah so all of these are named after Christmas songs (except for the last one which is a movie) and this is probably my favorite one I’ve written for this series:) lots of love JC)
Dean shifts in his bed to the sound of his phone going off. He groans and reaches his arm out to answer it. He sleepily presses the phone to his ear and groggily answers, “Hello?”
“Dean?” He hears your voice and he automatically perks up. “Dean are you still asleep?”
“I was,” He rubs his face and looks over to the alarm clock on the motel night stand, “(Y/N) it’s eight freaking A.M.”
“Yeah I know, where are you? You’ve been gone for a week and you said you’d be home by yesterday.” You say, sounding clearly upset.
“I know what I said but the hunt was harder than I thought…”
“Dean, it’s Christmas Eve. You’re always home for Christmas—you and Sam both…” He knows once you bring up Sam it is a sensitive subject. Sam left for college 5 months ago and you had taken the biggest toll of him being gone. Sam always understood you better than Dean and Dad together, and with him being gone, things were a lot harder for you.
Dean took a deep breath, “I’m on my way, kid. Stop worrying, I’m going to be there before you know it.”
“Okay, I love you Dean,”
“Love you too.” He hangs up and slowly gets out of bed and packs his things to leave.
Dean has been on the road for a good 9 hours, when he starts to hear weird rumbling sounds coming from the back of the car he hotwired a week ago. Dean quickly pulls over and gets out of the car to the rear of the car to see that one of the tires blew.
“Damn it!” Dean yells and he slams his fist on the trunk. He is only seven hours away from his baby sister and this is delaying him from seeing you. The sun is starting to set and there’s not much that he can do without light. He starts to look around and he sees a few of cars heading towards him. He quickly sticks his thumb out and walks closer to the road.
One by one they pass him, speeding down the highway. Dean curses under his breath and begins go walk away from the car, hoping to somehow make it to a gas station. Dean tightens his grip on his jacket to hide him away from the piercing cold. There is a sudden honk and Dean snaps his head around to discover a pickup truck pulling off the highway and stops behind Dean.
Dean goes to the driver side of the truck and an old man with a red fishing hat and a greying beard rolls down the window, “You need a lift, mister?”
“Oh my god, yeah,” Dean says, relieved.
“Hop in,” The old man says and Dean happily obliges to get out of the cold. Once he closes the door, the truck zooms off. “I’m Hank by the way.”
“Dean,” Dean says.
“What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere at a time like this?” Hank questions as he glances over at Dean.
“My car broke down and I’m trying to get home to my sister before Christmas. It’s our first without our brother around; he went to college and isn’t coming home.” Dean explains as he watches snow start to fall outside the window.
“Awe well that’s awfully sweet of you to care for your sister that much.”
“Yeah, well I’m all she really has..”
“How old is she?” Hank asks. Dean looks over at Hank is his brows furrowed. Hank notices and scoffs, “Jesus, son, not like that! I have a granddaughter, she’s seven.”
Dean slowly looks away from Hank and looks down at his hands, “Fourteen.”
“Have you called her to let her know you might be a little late?” The old man questions.
“Oh shit!” Dean whispers and quickly pulls out his phone from his pocket to call you, but throws his head back when his phone has died. “Damn,”
“Dead?” Dean nods, “Well I ain’t got a phone on me, but I’m gunna need to stop for gas in a few miles, pretty sure they’ll have a pay phone.”
As Hank fills his tank with gas, Dean heads over to the payphone on the side of the gas station. He puts a couple quarters in and dials the number to the motel you’re staying at.
“Hello?” You say.
“(Y/N),” Dean sighs.
“Dean? Is that you?”
“Yeah kid, it’s me listen I-” Dean starts, but you quickly cut him off.
“Dean you said you’d be here by now. Where are you?”
“I’m at a gas station, but listen to me (Y/N) I might-”
“Dad left, Sam’s gone, you’re away… it’s starting to feel less like Christmas by the second. I just miss you Dean.” Dean could hear the sorrow in your voice and couldn’t bear to tell you that he might not be able to make it back by Christmas.
“What do you mean dad left?” He asks.
“He left a couple hours ago, I’m pretty sure he went to a bar.” You say.
Dean rolls his eyes at the thought of John leaving his daughter in a motel room on Christmas Eve to go and get wasted. “(Y/N) I’m coming home and I’m going to be there for Christmas okay? I promise, I love you but I got to go.”
Dean hangs up the phone and heads back to Hanks truck, “You talk to your sister?”
Dean nods, “Yeah, I got to get home, but you do not have to take me, I don’t want you to give up your Christmas for me and my problems.”
“Dean, I’m not going to live with the guilt of leaving a young man stranded and for a girl not having her brother home for Christmas. Get in.” Hank retorts.
Around 2 AM Christmas morning Hank pulls up to the motel you are staying at. “Thank you so much, Hank. You don’t understand what this means to me.”
Dean pulls out his wallet and begins to pull out a few twenties. Hank shakes his head, “Oh no son, you ain’t gonna pay me. I’m just happy to bring you to your family, I don’t want anything.”
“Please, you drove me across two states. You could have been with your granddaughter and your family.” Dean pleads as he extends the money towards the old man.
“Son, I ain’t taken your money.” The man says sternly, “Now you go in there and tell your sister Merry Christmas for me okay?”
Dean sighs and stuffs his money back into his wallet, “Alright, fine… Thank you again, Hank.”
“No problem, Merry Christmas.” He says as Dean shuts the door. Dean waves him goodbye and watches as the blue truck goes off. Dean turns around and searches for the motel room 21B.
He silently opens the door and the light from a low lit lamp reveals you alone under the covers of the bed. Dean closes the door quietly and makes his way to your bed. The bed dips as he sits down and you stir awake.
You blink a couple of times and suddenly smile, “Dean!”
“Hey kid, I told you I’d be home for Christmas.” He says as you engulf him into a tight hug. He chuckles and places a kiss to the side of your head, glad to finally see you.