Christmas was pretty much great this year! My mom loved her presents, and I got money, Sin City, Match Point (two of my favoritest movies ever, so yay!), aaaaand, *drum roll* SPN'S FIRST SEASON!! It's oh so lovely and shiny and I can't wait to start watching it - I so wanna get my mom into it, considering that she loves scary movies. I also watched the first episode of The 4400 with my dad and oooh, it's all kinds of awesome. *nods* (my dad got all excited about it, and he's all up for buying it this week in Texas, yay)
There was lunch with my dad's side of the family, and, surprisingly, it wasn't all that bad. I love my cousins, and all, but we hardly ever see each other, and it's like, it's in the genes to be antisocial, or something, because I'm the most talkative of the group, and I'm hardly a social butterfly myself, so.
But. It was nice. We talked a lot, and ate pizza because we'd forgotten to assign food and all the restaurants were closed XD
So, I'm leaving tomorrow for Monterrey, and then the US, so I'll be seeing (reading?) you guys by Sunday. Take care, y'all (hey, I gotta get in the mood), and happy New Year!! In case I'm still not around. :)) *blows kisses*
Now, a drabble. :)
The Truth Just Isn't Meant For Little Boys
Supernatural - Written for
lilian_cho's prompt 'the day Dean and Sam stop believing in Santa Claus' - 381 Words
Sam cries the day he discovers Santa isn’t real.
Dean tries to play big boy, all tough and grown-up as he pats Sam’s back and tells him that, he’s always known, of course, and Santa’s for babies, anyway, and granted, that’s partly the truth – he’s nine, after all, and you hear all kinds of things on the fourth grade, but he’s also practiced exorcisms and seen ghosts and helped his dad do research on chimeras, so.
If ghosts are real, why can’t Santa Claus?
So he may act tough, but as little Sammy clings to him, tears dampening Dean’s t-shirt, Dean allows himself to cling a bit as well.
“Oh, boys, don’t take it that badly,” says their dad, sitting crossed-legged on the floor in front of them, looking embarrassed. “C’mon Sammy, stop crying,” he says, ruffling whatever part of Sammy’s hair that isn’t pressed tight against Dean’s chest.
Sammy, of course, starts crying harder.
Dean kind of wants to glare at his dad, for having made Sammy cry, but his lip is trembling something awful and the effect is rather ruined, and, really, it’d all been Sam’s fault, for putting pillows on the bed he shares with Dean and hiding under the motel’s desk to wait for Santa, against his dad’s orders, and it’s not like Dad had considered getting caught as he put presents under the little, shaky thing that passes as their Christmas tree.
Dad sighs and pulls them both onto his lap, Sammy still in Dean’s, and he hugs them tight, saying “Sorry,” in a very small voice. Sammy hiccups a couple more times, but he stops crying after a few minutes. Then there’s silence, as their dad rocks them back and forth.
After a while, Dean speaks again, just before he goes to sleep. “So I take it we can’t dress you up in red and white and pretend this never happen, can we?”
Dean can feel the vibrations of his dad’s laughter against his body, and Sammy smiles a little, so he thinks that, maybe, they’ll all be all right.
They wake up like that, the three of them, curled up together like kittens, their dad’s back against one of the beds, and it’s Christmas, so no one complains about the cricks in their necks.
There was lunch with my dad's side of the family, and, surprisingly, it wasn't all that bad. I love my cousins, and all, but we hardly ever see each other, and it's like, it's in the genes to be antisocial, or something, because I'm the most talkative of the group, and I'm hardly a social butterfly myself, so.
But. It was nice. We talked a lot, and ate pizza because we'd forgotten to assign food and all the restaurants were closed XD
So, I'm leaving tomorrow for Monterrey, and then the US, so I'll be seeing (reading?) you guys by Sunday. Take care, y'all (hey, I gotta get in the mood), and happy New Year!! In case I'm still not around. :)) *blows kisses*
Now, a drabble. :)
The Truth Just Isn't Meant For Little Boys
Supernatural - Written for
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Sam cries the day he discovers Santa isn’t real.
Dean tries to play big boy, all tough and grown-up as he pats Sam’s back and tells him that, he’s always known, of course, and Santa’s for babies, anyway, and granted, that’s partly the truth – he’s nine, after all, and you hear all kinds of things on the fourth grade, but he’s also practiced exorcisms and seen ghosts and helped his dad do research on chimeras, so.
If ghosts are real, why can’t Santa Claus?
So he may act tough, but as little Sammy clings to him, tears dampening Dean’s t-shirt, Dean allows himself to cling a bit as well.
“Oh, boys, don’t take it that badly,” says their dad, sitting crossed-legged on the floor in front of them, looking embarrassed. “C’mon Sammy, stop crying,” he says, ruffling whatever part of Sammy’s hair that isn’t pressed tight against Dean’s chest.
Sammy, of course, starts crying harder.
Dean kind of wants to glare at his dad, for having made Sammy cry, but his lip is trembling something awful and the effect is rather ruined, and, really, it’d all been Sam’s fault, for putting pillows on the bed he shares with Dean and hiding under the motel’s desk to wait for Santa, against his dad’s orders, and it’s not like Dad had considered getting caught as he put presents under the little, shaky thing that passes as their Christmas tree.
Dad sighs and pulls them both onto his lap, Sammy still in Dean’s, and he hugs them tight, saying “Sorry,” in a very small voice. Sammy hiccups a couple more times, but he stops crying after a few minutes. Then there’s silence, as their dad rocks them back and forth.
After a while, Dean speaks again, just before he goes to sleep. “So I take it we can’t dress you up in red and white and pretend this never happen, can we?”
Dean can feel the vibrations of his dad’s laughter against his body, and Sammy smiles a little, so he thinks that, maybe, they’ll all be all right.
They wake up like that, the three of them, curled up together like kittens, their dad’s back against one of the beds, and it’s Christmas, so no one complains about the cricks in their necks.
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(Also, yay for SPN first season! Isn't it the prettiest thing you've ever seen? Enjoy your trip, hun! :D)
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(it is! it's so shiiiiny!)
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El dvd de SPN es lo máximo. Está CHIDÍSISISISIMO. Osea, yo tengo el mío y es como un tesoro; junto con el Memo Rex y algunos libros. ¡Disfrútalo mucho! :D
Dísfrúta tu viaje. Y cuéntanos cómo te fue ¿vale? ¡Feliz año nuevo también!
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<333
P.S. I've only watched the first episode of SPN :-P
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Has it caught you in its web already? XD
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http://www.sendspace.com/file/hqckpb
Disfrutalo, y pásalo bien en EUA!
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Isn't it a great show? I'm really looking forward to the following in France. :)
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