Sam's first Christmas with Mary is everything he had ever dreamt of.
When they’re finally free from prison, Sam is ten pounds lighter and Dean stalks everywhere like a panther just waiting for the walls to close in on him again; it’s not December 25th, not even 2016 anymore, but the first thing Mary does when they get home is quietly usher them into the library, where a decorated tree shelters a handful of shoddily newspaper-wrapped packages.
Then she guides them into the kitchen, where she nervously gestures to a feast on the counter, mumbling, “Ham’s burnt, and… I got everything else at the store, but, uh… this stuffing is mine—my mom’s recipe, she swore by the stuff.”
Dean smiles and fills a plate half with stuffing and half with pie and crispy ham slices, gushing praise past mouthfuls of food while Sam watches his mom and brother laugh, and it’s good.
Mary died on November 2nd, 1983, a month and change from when she would have been able to spend her first Christmas with her infant son, and having this with her is something Sam never dared to hope for.
Even if he had, this simple, awkward intimacy would have blown all his fantasies out of the water, anyway.
“Oh, darling, let me get you my card, because that scarf is just de-viiine.” Tommy abandoned his accent for once, and took up one of your average upper-class american gay man. Just a lot more dramatized. “Well slap my ass, and call me Doris, that Tommy DeVito is such a problem! He cares about his band and actually has a question or two? Let’s just ignore him and sing showtunes while he does all of the work, right? Absolutely fabulous.”
“Bobby! Stop eating all my cookies. Bobby! Stop drinking all the eggnog when I’m trying to get drunk enough to not remember my regrets. Bobby! Stop freezing my shower water when I’m singing just to make me hit weird high notes.”
HI. MY NAME IS FABIAN. I'M EASY TO SPOT BECAUSE I HAVE A GIANT ARROW POINTING TO MY GROIN AND I'M NEVER GOING TO BE SURROUNDED BY WOMEN LIKE I WANT TO BE BECAUSE I'M A CREEPY SEXIST AND THE ONLY WAY PEOPLE WILL LIKE ME IS IF I BRAINWASH THEM INTO JOINING ONE OF MY MANY CULTS. HAVE YOU HEARD THE WORD OF MAGNETO?
Hi, I'm Smokescreen. I'm a good-looking mech with lots of friends who like to mess with me sometimes, but it's all good because I'm a chill guy. I'm nice, if a bit arrogant sometimes, and when people talk to me, I usually enjoy taking the time to hold a conversation. I make a good friend and no one should be scared to talk to me because I'm awesome.