Airbrushing ‘Baby’ for Christmas // Dean Winchester Fanfic!
It was another boring night at the men of letters “mansion”, as I liked to call it, because the boys had left me out of yet another hunt. Dean keeps telling me they are too dangerous for me, and that the hunt is just a “milk run”. I’m smarter than that, and Dean knows that I can see right through those sparkling emerald eyes of his.
The thing I love so much about Dean is not only his eyes and his hair, but also his personality and the way he takes everyone else’s safety to heart before his own. Sometimes I hate him for that and others I can’t help but feel safer with him around. He doesn’t know this yet but I have a huge crush on him, and every time he is near me, giving me his signature smirks and flirtatious winks, I blush a deep red when he locks eyes with me. I can’t help but daydream about him sometimes when they aren’t home, and that usually ends in me drawing him, his car, or both on the same sketchbook sheet! If he had ever found that sketchbook he would probably never look at me the same ever again, or throw me out for being a weirdo. Whatever the case would be I didn’t like the odds, because they were not in my favor.
I got seriously bored today because there was literally nothing to do today, because I had watched every movie in the bunker, read most of the interesting books, drawn tell most of my art supplies was gone, and painted tell every drop of paint was gone. I had nothing to use and nothing to do. So I decided to walk around the bunker and check stuff out, and as I entered a room full of interesting stuff I found something. There was a box labeled “Airbrush materials” so I decided to get it down off the top shelf and look through it. In that box was a bunch of watercolors, a small air compressor that held an airbrush sprayer still attached, and some more sticky see through paper that is stuck onto the paper in the box under it that was cut up in various sizes.
I took one look at all the stuff and though “Oh what the hell... I’m bored anyway! Let’s try this!” Ibrought all the boxes of supplies up into the room that I had made into a small art studio of my own. Dean and Sam gave me permission sense it kept me from leaving the bunker to go somewhere for that stuff. I didn’t want anything too god awful big, so I got to choose one of the rooms that was pretty much empty other than a dresser. It was a bland cream color before I got ahold of it, and now it’s black with lots of neon colored splatter paint all over it. Dean and Sam where slightly against letting me paint it, but after they decided to let me, and they saw the finished project they didn’t regret their decision!
I got everything set up and set up and put the airbrush together and got it plugged it. I wanted to make sure it worked before I started and found out that it doesn’t even work! After finding out that it worked just fine, for probably never being used before, I started to for a picture on my computer but I didn’t find one I wanted to use on it. I walked around the bunker to see if I
could find something to try this new stuff on. As I was by Dean’s room I caught a glimpse of a framed picture of him and his car. I was told never to go into his room without his permission, but since he wasn’t here and he didn’t have to know about it I went in to look at it.
I trotted over to the framed picture on the wall and carefully took it off the wall, and brought it over with me to his bed and sat on the corner to look it over a littler bit. I decided I was going to do this picture and give it to Dean for his Christmas gift. So I took the picture down stairs to the copier/scanner so I could edit the photo so I could airbrush it properly. I took the picture out of its frame as softly as I could, to be sure I didn’t damage it, and scanned it on the scanner to put into my computer. After about 20 minutes of scanning and editing the photo I put Dean’s frame back in his room on the wall where I had taken it off.
“I really hope he likes this, because I don’t know what to get the man anymore!” We have never had a legit Christmas since I started hunting with the boys, and I wanted to surprise the boys with an actual Christmas this year! Well I guess I would try to give them a good Christmas, but I don’t know how they will react when they come home to this place decorated and all the stuff that involves the warm and fuzzy kind of holiday. I guess I don’t exactly know how to go about this whole surprise for the boys. Will they be mad at me? Would they hate the idea all together? What would they do if they did hate the whole thing? I would feel so terrible about it! I thought about all the bad things that could happen, not even looking at the plus sides to the idea. Then again, I always looked over the plus sides in almost every hunt or something a small as this! I guess that’s just me!
I decided I wanted to do this for them no matter what they think of me afterwards, because I know Sam might enjoy the whole ordeal even if Dean didn’t. I made up my mind I started on his gift, and things were going well until I started to think about all the work I would have in front of me with all the lights and the tree. So I decided to stop with the Airbrushing and start doing some of that work now before it gets to late.
I went to the local store to get some lights for the bunker’s railings and above the fireplace. When I got there to the store and started walking around in the isle for specific type of lights. As I was walking I came across the perfect light set! They were Shotgun shell lights and they were all different colors. I had to get the three packages there, but I needed more lights for the tree as well! I kept walking around to find another set, but I didn’t see anything that the boys would be happy with having in their home. I decided to go ask someone if they had any really cool lights, and I came across a young man that looked to be a 17yearold boy. He helped me find a set of lights that were my favorite color and they were also icicle lights, so I had to buy them to put up in my room and in a few other places that I had in mind! Even though the Men of Letters bunker was no doubt old, there were still a few things they had up there sleeve back then. For there time they were ahead of the rest of the world, so they had electricity when no one else had it yet. It sounded a little far fetched to me when Dean tried explaining it, but now that I’ve been there for as long as I have I’ve learned to accept the information.
As I was walking back through the lights I found some really obnoxiously girly lights that I could use somewhere! It’s times like these when I will get a good laugh out of something like what I’m planning for the lights I have gotten. The boys will probably kill me, but I have a feeling it will be the older brother over the younger brother! The younger one will just think it’s a good laugh, but the eldest one might not be so forgiving! Oh well! It will be funny though!
After finding the lights I needed I went to a gift shop that sold tree and other Christmas things. When I got there the people that were running the place were very welcoming and nice. They helped me find a nice tree that would fit in the bunker, and they helped me load it into my truck. The tree that they had picked out was a very beautiful tree, but it needed some things to go with it so I went to the gift shop as well to maybe find an ornament for the boys and get some to just fill the tree! I found quite a few things for the tree, but I didn’t really find anything for the boys to put on it. I decided to get what I had found, and head back to the bunker.
Once I got back to the bunker I started to set it all up. I draped the purple icicle lights above the fireplace and lit them up to make sure they worked. After confirming all of the lights I bought work without a doubt, I went into decorating the tree.
I took a deep breath and sighed before talking to myself. “I wish Dean could be hear doing this with me, but then again I don’t want him to be. I just wish I had someone to talk to and kind of help me with this stuff.” I said to myself while thinking about Dean standing here softly singing, and slowly decorating the tree together. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the extra presence of another person. It took me a while to realize they were there until they moved and pulled me into their arms and started to dance with me.
“Hello Darling!” A smooth Scottish accent murmured into my ear. I jumped out of surprise, but I slowly came to the realization that if he wanted to kill me he would have already.
“Crowley? What are you doing here?” I asked placing my hand over my heart, which was beating rapidly.
“I’m here to help you.” He replied flatly with a little smile playing on his lips.
“The king of Hell wants to come and help me, a hunter... one with the Winchesters at that, and spend time doing something that’s pointless? Why?” I asked not sure why he was acting the way he was, because he had never really liked us in particular.
“I may be the King of Hell but I still have a heart worth giving to someone who deserves a little bit of love at the moment!” He smiled sweetly. “Plus, I may have been listening to what you had been thinking, and I could tell you needed someone right now.” He added taking my hand and dancing around the bunker to the soft Christmas music playing from my Pandora app on my phone, once again.
“Crowley... have you checked on the boys lately?” I questioned with a look that had to be evident in my eyes... concern and love.
“That I have.” He must have decided not to question my emotion filled look, because he didn’t ask about my feeling for the elder Winchester.
“Are they safe?” I wanted to make sure that they were all right and that they would come home safely.
“Yes Darling, they are perfectly fine like they told you they would be, you just have to trust that they would call you if things got bad. If I knew those boys at all they would not have told you to stay here if it wasn’t an easy hunt!” He gave me a knowing look that was filled with admiration and curiosity.
“Crowley... why are you talking like this? These words that are falling from your lips are not the ones I would have thought would be coming from the King of Hell!” I smirked. “None the less, I really appreciate your kindness right now. I may have needed that. I guess they have been away from so long on so many hunts without me that I feel like I’m only a burden to them, and they would be better off if I would just go ahead and leave them alone! I mean what if they don’t even like this whole idea? What if they never wanted this to even happen?” I started to ramble on and on about the negative sides of what could happen.
He sighed, seeing me in this state made him feel sorry for me in a way, but he also knew the feeling himself in a twisted sort of way. “Scarlet darling... you always look for the bad things to happen, but you always seem to miss the good side to what you are planning! I do believe the boys have been thinking about having a true Christmas for a while now as well, but they didn’t want to say anything about it. I know at least one of the boys has been wanting something like this for a long time, but has never really had the guts to set it up! You know, with having a strong, and dependent type of personality to maintain! ” He comforted me with his words, but at that moment I didn’t care that he was the King of Hell so I decided to hug the man standing next to me in his bourbon scented suit.
“What if they don’t come back to me? Dean asked me a while ago what I wanted for Christmas, but I never told him what I truly wanted.” I sighed out loud, while looking down at my clasped hands that were placed in front on me.
“And what did you truly want for Christmas?” He asked seeming to be interested, but probably knowing the answer.
“Him.” That was the one word I uttered before he disappeared from sight. All I could do was continue my work to make sure it was done for the boys when they came back.
Later that night I was finished putting lights up in the bunker, and I had also come very close to finishing dean’s gift. The only thing was I didn’t have anything for Cas, Sam, or Crowley.
“Now that I have Dean’s gift almost done, what should I do for the other boys? What do I get an Angel and the King of Hell?” I asked out loud to myself not knowing what to do with these boys! I just thought about it as I decorated the tree.
I finished up the tree in record time, placing the rest of the finishing touches in the bunker to make sure that it was almost perfect. I decided to continue working on my airbrushing project for Dean; this had to be perfect no matter what.
~*~ Meanwhile with the boys 3Person P.O.V. ~*~
“Dean I know you have a thing for Scarlet! I see it all the time! Why wont you just tell her and get it over with already?” Sam prodded Dean for like the fourth time today! Dean was honestly getting fed up with Sam always asking about his love interest in Scarlet. Sam was right when he said that Dean had an interest in the brunette that shared his same eye color, but he never would have thought that she would share the same feeling as he did so he just decided to avoid the whole possibility altogether.
“Shut up Sam! Why would she ever have feeling for a heartless guy like me? She deserves so much more than what I could ever offer her!” He fired back at his younger brother with that same look in his eyes that he had whenever Sam brought up this kind of conversation.
“Dean,” Sam tried to reason with his eldest brother but the older Winchester decided to drop it all together and change the subject.
He cleared his throat warning Sam to drop the subject with a death look, and he shifted the conversation to the job they were doing at the moment. “So how are we going to find this witch, and why hasn’t she come out to play before. What made her want to start up now and make herself known for it?” He asked looking at the newspaper article from the day before. Sam and Dean had told Scarlet that the hunt was a “milk run” but in reality it was a harder hunt. But they didn’t tell her that because they were afraid she would worry about them all night not getting any sleep at night. Little did they know that she was already worrying about them to the point that she sent Crowley to look out for the two reckless boys!
“I don’t know Dean I guess that’s just what we have to look for.” Sam replied giving his brother a disapproving glance when his eyes were cast downward at his father’s journal.
A little while after the boys had started researching Sam turns to his brother and decides to bring up the subject Dean didn’t want to hear. “You know Dean, you should call her and tell her you're okay!” Sam retorted nonchalantly.
“Why I’m sure she’s in bed by now, I mean, come on Sam, it’s midnight...why would she still be up?” Dean fired back with a tired look in his eyes. He was basically the definition of tired... his shoulders were slumped forward, his eyelids were drooping from the endless hours of research that they had been doing all day, and he whole demeanor was just hunched over and his moments were lazy. Sam could tell that not only himself, but his brother was also tired of all the reading and researching.
“True... I guess I didn’t really look at the time. You know we should be doing the same thing.” He replied nodding towards the two queen sized beds.
“Yeah you go on ahead I’ll head there in a few minutes or so... I need to clear my head a little bit before I decide to say lights out for the night.” The eldest Winchester decided, while throwing his old leather jacket on that smelled of his signature cologne and whiskey from just about every local bar around the country.
He walked out of the motel room he shared with his brother, and just walked for a while. He very rarely walked anymore, but he felt the walk was needed. Dean wasn’t the one to walk aimlessly around a smaller town to just get some air to clear his head of his hyperactive thoughts, but when he did he could never shake the image of the girl he always leaves behind at the bunker on certain hunts. The girl with those sparkling green eyes, like his, staring back at him like a lost puppy when he had to tell her that she had to stay behind. The girl that tends to look the other direction when he happened to look in hers, or the girl that would fidget with anything when he was mad at her for something she may have said or did wrong. The girl that bites her bottom lip when she’s focused on what she was doing, but always tries to stop herself from doing it when she notices. But most of all, it’s the look she has shining in her eyes when she sees him pull up in his Impala after a long hunt or even just a short drive... it’s almost like she missed him when he was away for even the slightest amount of time.
He never really gave it much thought when it actually happened, but now that he’s out here in the open air he has space to think and listen to what his heart and his head are trying to tell him. His heart is telling him to drop everything and run to the only girl that he has ever had the slightest of feelings for just tell her how he feels, but his head is telling him the opposite. His head is telling him to leave things the way they are because he doesn’t want anything to change between the two of them, and he doesn’t want to get hurt like he was when he was with Kassey.
“Why does my heart keep telling me one thing but my brain keep telling me another? What am I supposed to do I if I don’t trust myself?” He asked out loud into he night sky, while glancing at the stares above his head. What was he really trying to decide? Was his heart the one he should listen to or should he listen to his brain and just stay friends? What if they could be something more than what they are now? Those are all the questions he is asking himself as he looks up into those sparkling stares above. The stares that remind him so much of the girl sitting alone at the bunker right now.
“You already know those answers though don’t you?” the Scottish voice, from the dark cover of some trees, mentioned with a soft tone. Dean spun around but he saw nobody anywhere near him, he thought he was imagining that voice but in reality the King of Hell decided to pay a visit. Crowley didn’t want to make it easy for the Winchester, but he also wanted to have a little bit of fun as well. It’s not like this was hurting anyone anyway... right? “You already know what you want... it’s just a matter of do you want to go after what you think you know! You think she doesn’t like you back the way you like her, well let me tell you boy... you are dead wrong and you know it full well! So what are you waiting for go after her and tell her how you feel, and tell her what you want her to know! It’s then and only then you will be surprised by what you find! What something as simple as a few words being said from the heart can do to someone else trying the make that same decision!” Crowley reminded the eldest Winchester trying to get him to tell her how he truly felt, because everyone could see it but the both of them. They were both oblivious to how the other one felt it was astounding.
“Why would you tell me all of this? How do even know about all of that? Why are you even telling me this heart felt crap?” Dean asked with a tired, yet snarky tone of voice, but actually curious to what the King of Hell was trying to point out to him.
“I am only trying to brighten your horizons, and try to get you to move past your own stubbornness and make a move on what you feel in your heart. You may not see what the rest of us see, but you really do need her in your life. Believe it or not, she is good for you and you are good for her.” He replied with soft yet commanding manner to his voice, with a look that showed my may actually care about the two hunters. He eyes shined with hope, and his demeanor could tell anyone that the King of Hell actually cared for once in his stone cold life!
“Why are you saying all of this to me? I thought you hated us hunters?” Dean asked trying to change the subject.
“I am not doing this for you, I am doing this for the both of you! Don’t you see how she feels abut you when she talks to you? Don’t you see how much she adores you... because all the rest of us do... so why cant you see it to?” Crowley murmured. He didn’t normally like to help the boys with anything, but today he was so fed up with seeing the two oblivious lovebirds keeping to themselves! He also felt like a fatherly sort of feeling when he was around Scarlet, and he always felt the need to protect her no matter what she did in return to him.
Dean’s forehead crinkled, his eyes were squinted, and his lips were pressed together with confusion written all over his face. He wasn’t sure why Crowley was saying all of this to him, but ironically he didn’t really care at the moment. This was his chance to get some answers and he’d be damned if he didn’t use this to his advantage.
~*~ Back to Scarlet at the Bunker ~*~
Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay
From now on our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bow, And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
I was softly singing along to this song. It wasn’t until I fully turned around to get another box of ornaments for the tree, that I caught a glimpse of something tucked away from most peoples sight.
~*~ Time skip Christmas Eve – Scarlet’s P.O.V. ~*~
The boys had finally gotten home from their twoweek hunt. In my opinion that had to have been much more than a ‘milk run’, because usually a ‘milk run’ took only a few days! I hated when they lied to me about going of hunts, but then again I see why they leave me here.
I received a call from Dean about a day and a half ago, and I had been waiting for them to come home since then. It was finally Christmas Eve and I was still waiting for Sam and Dean to arrive, but there was still no sign of the Impala yet. I had slowly dozed off somewhere from 9 – 10 pm while listening to soft music playing from my Pandora account.
~*~ Dean’s P.O.V. ~*~
We were on our way home from the long hunt, and it started to snow fairly heavy. As I drove home, with Sam sleeping in the back seat, all I could think about was seeing her face light up when we walked into the bunker. I couldn’t seem to get away from the idea of holding her in my arms on Christmas, and telling her that she is all I wanted this year.
As I was thinking about tomorrow and what I would choose to do, I failed to notice Sam wake up and look at me through the rearview mirror. He knew exactly what I was thinking, and I could tell that he wanted to say something but I didn’t want him to.
“Sam don’t say it.” I countered before he could say anything.
“I wasn’t going to say anything!” Sam defended with a knowing look in his hazel eyes.
“I could tell what you wanted to say before you even voiced it. That’s what being a good brother is... being able to tell what another family member is trying to say without them actually saying a word.” Dean retorted staring blankly at the snowy highway ahead of him.
~*~ Time Skip about 2 hours ~*~
We had finally pulled into the driveway that leads to the bunker’s garage. I was actually scared for once in my life to come home. I was afraid that she wouldn’t feel the same way I did and that she would reject me, but I guess I won't know until I try.
When we walked in the door I noticed the lights were turned way down low, and there was soft music playing near the couch in the library. When we got closer I noticed the girl I loved sleeping of the couch. Her slow and deep breathing told me that she had been asleep for a while.
“She must have been waiting for us to get home!” Sam smiled glancing around the bunker at everything she had done while we were gone.
“Yeah... well I’m going to get her to bed. You should head there as well. I got her... go!” I smiled setting my bag in one of the chairs near by, then walking around to her sleeping form.
“Dean make sure you tell her how you feel!” He added giving me that knowing look.
“Yeah yeah... Sam go to bed!” I whispered yelled shooing him away with my hands.
I leaned down and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. I let out a sigh at her perfect sleeping face. I slowly slid my arms under her small frame and gently picked her up off the couch. She stirred at the movement and slightly shifted in my arms, but she stayed asleep. I let out a breath, ‘Thank God she didn’t wake up!’ Ithought to myself. I slowly made my way to her room and laid her down in it and slid her fuzzy blanket over her shoulders. She slightly snuggled into the blanket, and smiled at the newfound warmth.
“Goodnight Scarlet!” I whispered then leaned down and kissed her temple. After saying goodnight I left her room as quietly as I could trying not to wake her.
~*~Christmas Morning – Scarlet’s P.O.V. ~*~
I woke up to a beam of sunlight streaming in from the window across the room. There was snow sparkling on the ground being covered up by the newly falling snow. I took a deep breath content with how the day was starting, but then it hit me that I was in my room!
“How can I be here? I fell asleep out in the library on the couch?” I questioned. It took me a few seconds to realize what, or should I say who, might be here and sleeping in his room. I jumped out of bed and swiftly ran up to Dean’s door. ‘Should I knock?’ Iasked myself while looking down the hall to see Sam‘s door slightly ajar with slowly changing Christmas lights hung in his room. I turned back to Dean’s door and reached for the handle. I took a deep breath and opened it slowly, as I opened the door I noticed the shotgun shell lights I had put up in his room; as well as Sam’s, were still on. They lit up his rouged features with the soft glow of reds, greens, and yellows. I tiptoed in and closed the door softly tell I heard the soft click. As I was turned around I failed to notice the elder Winchester wake up and slid out of his bed without a sound.
All the sudden two strong arms wrapped around my stomach. At the contact I squeaked from the surprise, but when I knew it was Dean I let down my guard and slightly started to lean into his toned form.
“Merry Christmas, Scarlet!” he whispered into my ear, which in return made me shiver. I could feel him smile against my neck, and before I knew it he had spun my around to face him. I was met by his signature quirky smile that he always would give to me when we were on hunts together.
“Merry Christmas to you to Dean! What’s gotten into you... you’re never this happy to be woken up in the morning?” I questioned with a slight smile on my face as well.
“I don’t know... but I do know that it’s Christmas! We should go downstairs and sit by the fire and the tree that is so amazingly decorated!” Dean replied grabbing a fleece blanket from the chair near the door.
We walked over to Sam’s room and I knocked on it, but Dean gave more of a brutal wake up call and turned on the light above Sam’s head. The both of us ran down the hall away from the cranky moose, but we apologized for it when he met us out in the library but the fireplace and tree! After everyone was sat down on the couches, I decided to go over to the tree.
“I know it’s not a lot, but I wanted got you boys something for Christmas! I just felt that it would be good for you guys to have a real Christmas... you know since neither of you have had once for a while. I only say this because you haven’t had one since I’ve started hunting with you.” I voiced with a happy tone of voice, and a soft smile.
“Scarlet, you didn’t have to get us anything!” Sam replied, with the look of shock written all over his face. “Yeah I agree... we didn’t need anything!” Dean added and he also had the look of shock on his face.
“Well, you may not have needed anything, but everyone deserves something especially today!” I smiled handing Sam his two gifts, and Dean only one of them!
“You first Sam!” Dean shot a happy smile towards his younger brother, and I smiled in his direction. “If you open the top one first Dean has to open his at the same time.” They both nodded and ripped open the wrapping paper that was taped around the gift. The first one they opened was a picture of Sam, Dean and Bobby that I had taken for them when we stayed there for the weekend after a long hunt, and they hadn’t seen Bobby in so long.
“I thought you guys would like it considering we never get to see Bobby anymore.” I added looking down towards the floor. I wasn’t sure how they would react granted Bobby was like a father figure to them, and to me at some points.
“Scarlet... This is wonderful!” Dean replied turning towards me and grabbing my right hand with his free one. I was shocked.
“I agree thanks, Scarlet!” Sam added with a soft smile.
“I know it’s not a lot, but I just figured you guys should have a copy of it. I have one for Bobby... it’s just the matter of getting there and giving it to him!” I chuckled hoping they truly liked the idea. “Okay, Sam, open the other one!” He ripped into the last present, and when that paper fell to the floor his eyes grew wide.
“Where did you get this?” He asked with utter befuddlement.
“I found it somewhere and I knew you have always wanted the original, so I figured why not!” I replied watching him flip through pages of the book. I had found the original copy of J.R.R. Tolkien’s ‘The Hobbit’ with all the original drawing by the said man. “Do you like it?” I asked with my heart in my throat.
“Like it? I love it! Thank you Scarlet! This is amazing!” He replied.
“Okay, Dean, your turn!” I said looking in Dean's direction.
He looked to his gift and slowly started to rip the paper. When he finally got it tore off what he found inside was a model version of his Impala and Bobby’s Chevelle.
“I know you already have the real thing, but I really didn’t know what to get you.” I added still not sure if it was the right thing to get the guy.
“Thing is Scarlet I already have everything I need right here right... right now!” He retorted gesturing to Sam and then me.
“Dean?” I replied watching him stand from the couch and walk over towards the doorway to get to the next room.
“Scarlet follow me your gift is in here I just forgot to wrap it up and put it under the tree!” He retorted giving me that mischievous smirk telling me that he had a devious plan.
“Dean,” I paused midsentence following his gaze up. “Mistletoe?” I looked back to Deans’ eyes not knowing what to say to him. “When did you do this?” I asked shocked at his actions.
“Last night after I had taken you to your room when we got home.” He replied running his hand over the back of his neck. When I looked closer Dean’s cheeks had a hint of pink cascading over them.
“Iis Dean Winchester blushing?” I whispered with a smirk.
“Shut up!” He shot back with a shy smile. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine gently; at the contact my eyes slid shut. The seconds flew by so fast that it felt like the kiss was over before it even started. I looked over in my studio’s direction and decided I should give him his second gift now!
“Sam, we’ll be right back!” He looked up from his book, and all he did was nod and smile. I led Dean into my art studio, and gestured towards the easel with my purple blanket thrown over it.
“What? That can’t be for me!” He remarked utterly shocked that someone would go to this length for him. “Well I didn’t do it for me!” I chuckled pushing him towards it. “Pull the sheet off gently and tell me what you think.” I added. I watched as he slowly reached for the sheet and pulled it off the picture frame I had hidden underneath. When he finally pulled it off completely he stood there dumbfounded at what his eyes met. It was the airbrushed picture of him and his Impala. “Like I said before I didn’t know what to get you, so I decided to make something for you! I know it’s not a lot, but it took some time! I wanted to give you something that meant a lot to not only you but to me as well. Baby is like a second home to me, and I wanted to say thanks to you for giving me the opportunity to have that connection!” I said not sure what else to say, or even how he would react.
“Thank you Scar... this... this is more than I could have asked for!” He whispered into my ear. “I also have something for you! My gift to you isn’t something that can be wrapped in wrapping paper, but I can give it just like any other!” He remarked pulling me closer to him by my waist, and crashing his lips to mine! When we pulled away I added, “Merry Christmas Dean!” I smiled looking up into his green eyes.
“Merry Christmas Scarlet!” he replied with a loving smile.