Sam Winchester

Dear Santa,

I've never really believed in you except for that time Dean convinced me you were coming down the chimney to eat us which was why we never had one. But I guess I'm feeling hopeful or something, so what better way to be thankful for the good stuff than to ask for more, right?

So here's what I'd like:

-A laptop. My own. Because Dean sucks at cleaning up after himself and how hard is it to clear your browser history?
-My favorite shirt, you know the one. I didn't exactly get to pack.
-Cooking lessons. Turns out I kind of suck.
-Oh I heard there was a new My Little Pony show and it was really good, can we get that?
-Something nice for Mom. I mean, I'm getting her something, of course, but even though she's Mom and I love her, I really don't know her well enough to know what she wants. Not really.
-For everyone to keep getting along. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, because stuff like this? Doesn't happen to us.
-To make Jess happy. To know what to say to her. Don't let me fuck this up.

-For Dean to stay happy. This is the most comfortable I've ever seen him, and it's a shame it's here, but he deserves it. He won't tell me what happens but I know something does... just don't let me fuck this up, too.

Yeah I guess I pretty much have what I want right now. But that's usually when it gets taken away, so for Christmas, I'd like to keep it.

Sam


[Several minutes later, audio is heard.]

Oh my... shit.

Dean?

[Sam is looking a little befuddled, but not like he just now arrived. It's merely the face of concentration as he tries to work out what's happened. And how this thing works; he's managed not to lock it to Dean alone, because he's still thinking of it as a phone.]

Look, I don't know what's going on here, and I'm not sure exactly what I'm looking at, but it looks like you're here and have been for awhile. Not sure what that means, but if you're out there, I'd really like to know, man.

[He bites his lip.]

Oh and I can't find your car.