Another Broken Holiday
Sequel to Holiday Tradition
“Dean, I’m seven years old. I’m too old for this.” Sam complained while sitting on the hood of the rusted old junk car.
“What are you talking about? You can never be too old to do this. Now keep your eyes shut.” Dean ordered, making sure Sam wasn’t looking. He took out another Easter egg and placed it on a car in between the side mirror and the window. “Aunt Karen used to do this for us every year when dad would go hunting with Uncle Bobby.” Eleven year old Dean Winchester explained. Sam found out about hunting a couple months ago and Dean didn’t like it but he couldn’t lie to Sam anymore.
“Yeah, when we were kids.” Sam growled.
Dean grinned and snickered. “You’re still a kid Sammy.”
“Because you and dad still treat me like one.” Sam snapped. Dean looked over toward the driveway looking for the familiar black classic car to pull in. His dad had been gone for three days now on a hunt and they were staying with Uncle Bobby until then. His dad had called early this morning and told Bobby he should be back later this evening. Dean knew he probably wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Dean shook his head and looked to the ground.
“Why are you even doing this Dean?” Sam asked. His eyes were now open and Dean could see the hurt and disappointment in his brown eyes. “You never liked these things either. You only said you did because you didn’t want to hurt Aunt Karen’s feelings.” Sam told him.
Dean clenched his teeth together and looked away from Sam. “And don’t lie to me.” He added.
Dean looked up at his brother and sighed. “You know why Sammy.” He walked over to the car and sat on the hood beside Sam. “What’s wrong?” he asked, annoyed.
Sam looked to the ground and shook his head. “Nothing.” He hissed.
“Is it dad again?” Dean asked.
Sam balled his fist and nodded. He knew his dad wouldn’t show and would miss Easter Dinner at Uncle Bobby’s. It was another promise his dad couldn’t keep and another holiday his dad wouldn’t be apart of. “He always does this.” He admitted.
“No he doesn’t Sam.” Dean snapped.
“Of course you would defend him. You want to be like him.” Sam mumbled.
Dean looked over at him and rolled his eyes getting off the hood. “Whatever Sam, I’ll be inside” Dean walked off and headed straight toward his room, passing Bobby as he was cooking in the kitchen.
“Dean!” Bobby called, seeing the angry pre-teen storm through the living room. He took off his apron, turned off the stove and walked into the cramped living room and looked over just as Dean slammed his door. He gritted his teeth and walked over to the door. He told them about slamming doors twice now. He loved the kids but sometimes they just needed…he hesitated as he formed his last thought and looked down. Sighing he opened the door and looked to the bed Dean was lying on. He was reading one of his marvel comic books and saw his green eyes look over at him. “Where’s Sam?” Bobby asked, looking toward the other bed in the corner.
“Outside.” Dean said too quickly for Bobby’s liking.
Bobby crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the boy. “Did you and Sam fight?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Dean glared at him. “Only because he started it.” He tossed his comic book aside and sat up. “I hate how he talks about dad.” He looked up and watched Bobby walk over to his bed. Dean moved over as Bobby took a seat beside him.
“Well, I’m sorry Dean but your brother’s right. Your daddy breaks promises left and right.”
“But you know hunting’s important to him.” Dean reminded him.
“And so is his family.” Bobby stated.
Dean looked into his eyes and angrily looked away. “What do you know about family?” He muttered.
Bobby huffed and looked to the wall. “A damn lot son. More then your daddy that’s for sure.”
“So you know our mom was killed in Sam’s nursery.” Dean asked him point blank.
Bobby sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Yeah I know.”
“A demon killed her Bobby. If that was someone you loved, what would you do?” he asked him, looking him soulfully in the eyes.
Bobby looked at him and raised his brows. “It still doesn’t make up how he treats you boys.”
“So he breaks a couple promises. Big deal.” Dean admitted.
“Well, Sam doesn’t feel the same way.” Bobby said.
Dean shrugged. “Sam just doesn’t understand hunting like I do.” He hesitated and stared straight at the wall. “Sam never wanted to understand it anyway.”
Bobby clenched his teeth together and stood up. He started toward the door and stopped, putting his hand on the door frame. “Maybe if you asked him why, he’d tell you.” Dean listened to Bobby and walked over to the door once the man left. He slammed the door and pressed his back against the wood.
Bobby walked out of the house and looked to the sky as it was getting dark. The sun was barely shining through the trees. He turned in the direction to his junk yard and found Sam sitting on the hood of a car. He sighed and walked over to him. “Hey Sam. Dinner’s almost ready.”
Sam looked up at Bobby as he took a seat beside him. “I’m not hungry.”
Bobby nodded and looked around, seeing giant plastic eggs everywhere. He laughed and shook his head. “Was this Dean’s idea?”
Sam nodded as he played with a basket. “He only did it because dad broke his promise again.” He said, angrily.
“Sam, do you know why Dean enjoys these Easter hunts?” Bobby asked.
“What are you talking about? He hates them.” Sam spat.
“Your mom used to do them all the time with Dean when he was little. And not just eggs either. During Christmas she would hide candy canes in the tree for him to find.”
“She did?” Sam asked, looking over at him.
Bobby smiled at him. “Yeah, and he just wanted to share what he had with her with you.”
Sam sadly looked down to the ground and reached over to get the egg. He looked at it and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not the same.”
Bobby pulled the boy in close. “It’s worth a shot though. You may like it.”
Sam scoffed “Doubt it.”
Bobby messed up his hair and got off the hood. “Seems to me he did all of this for nothing then.” Sam looked up at him and sighed. Dean did do all of this for him. The least he could do was try to like it. He jumped off of the hood and walked toward the house with Uncle Bobby.
Running inside, Sam ran back to the room and opened it. He walked over to Dean’s bed and grabbed the baseball he was tossing in the air. “Whoever gets the most eggs has to do the dishes.”
Dean smiled and looked at Sam blinking. “It won’t work Sammy. I hid them for you to find.”
Sam pulled out a green egg and showed Dean. “That’s one.”
“I don’t even have a basket.”
Sam looked around and ran over to the closet. He looked inside and pulled out an empty Lego’s box. He ran back over to the bed and threw him the plastic square cube. “You do now.”
Dean took it and looked at Sam. “Meet you out there.” He pushed Sam back on his bed and bolted out the door. He ran through the living room and out the door with Sam not too far behind. Bobby snorted and looked out the window watching the boys race to find the eggs.
Aww, Shannon, that was wonderful. *wipes away a tear*. Gotta love Bobby Singer, always being there and all.
Thanks Ais...Gotta love Bobby's pep talks. hehe.