#child!sam

Sam looked at him. "Yes, there is." "No there ain't," Dean said and looked out of the window where the snow was starting to pile. "Why not?" "Cause there ain't, Sammy," Dean said. "Plus Santa isn't even real so you're a baby for believing in him." "He's real! Kevin said he comes here every year and he brings everyone a present and he's really nice and he's real!" Dean rolled his eyes. "That's an actor, dumbass." " 'm not a dumbass!" Sam said. "You're bein' a jerk." Dean shook his head and shrugged getting up. "Whatever. Find someone else to write your stupid letter, I ain't writing it." "It's not stupid!" "Yes, it is," Dean said. "It's super stupid and you're super stupid." He went to leave the room.

Dean entered his room and let himself fall on his bed pulling the cover over his head. He was annoyed with Sammy and with this whole place. "What's wrong?" his roommate asked from behind him. "Nothin'..." Dean mumbled deciding that he was annoyed with him too. "Are you sick? Should I get Jody or Sonny?" Dean shook his head. "Leave me alone, Cas," he said. Cas wasn't that bad. He hated this place but some of the kids were alright and Cas really was alright. Weird but alright. Just right now Dean really didn't want to deal with anyone. "If you are sick you gotta tell someone, Dean," Castiel said sternly. "I'm not sick though," Dean said annoyed. "What's wrong then?" Castiel asked him softly. "Nothin'. Already told you. Nothing's wrong, Cas." "Yes, there is. You're acting like something's wrong." "Am not," Dean said. Cas was silent now and sighed deeply. Sometimes Cas was acting annoyingly like an adult. They spend a little time like this until Dean's head looked out from under the cover. "Do you write letters to Santa?" he asked suddenly. Cas turned around to look at him. "Yes, I do," he said with a little bit of a smile. "Yeah? Why?" Dean asked sitting up. "You don't believe in Santa do you?" Cas shook his head. "Of course not. Santa isn't real." "So why are you writing to him?" "I like it," Castiel said. "In my family, before I came here we didn't get anything for Christmas. There was no Christmas tree and no other decoration," he said and shrugged. "I just like the tradition, figuring out what I want for Christmas and all that stuff," he explained. "And I know it would make my mother and my father angry if they knew I did it so I... I just write them." Dean looked at Cas and saw that he was blushing a little. Cas didn't normally talk a lot about his parents and why he was here. Not that many children did. Dean hadn't told anyone else about Dad and why they'd been taken away either. "It also makes everything so much easier. It's kinda like talking with someone you can trust but it's really not someone real," Cas said and smiled a little. Dean set up in bed and shrugged while he got out of bed and smiled at Cas. "Thanks," he said.

Sam was sitting on his bed hugging his knees and sulking when someone knocked on the door. "Yeah?" he said looking up. "Hey, Sammy," Dean said and entered the room. Sam looked at him. "What do you want?" "Sayin' sorry," Dean said and set down next to him. "So, Sorry." "For what?" he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest, trying to imitate the way adults acted when they wanted them to apologize. "For callin', you stupid," Dean mumbled and smiled at him. "And and a baby and for saying I wouldn't help you, Sammy," he looked at him and ruffled his hair. "I'll help you, okay?" Sam smiled suddenly. "Yes? Really?" Dean grinned. "Yeah. Really." "Awesome!" Sam said and jumped up grabbing his crayons. Dean followed him to write down what Sammy told him to write.

Dear Santa,

I'm really excited that you'll come this year and that I'll get to see you for real. Here's what I wish for Christmas.

A puppy. It doesn't matter if it's a real one or a toy. Dean says we can't have a real one.

One book that Dean can read to me and I can read later once I've learned how to read.

That Daddy will call at Christmas and also that he'll have a nice Christmas and won't drink too much.

Lots of love,

SAM

Sam wrote his name himself drawing a crooked heart next to it. Dean rolled his eyes. He had told Sam that 'lots of love' was a little much. "Let's put it in the box, okay?" he said and Sam nodded.

It was night and it was dark everywhere in the Orphanage. Rowen liked checking in with it from time to time. She wanted to make sure that every child was asleep and safe. Maybe she cared about them, so what? She was a witch but that didn't mean that she didn't have a heart. She checked in every room and was happy when she found the boy, Samuel sleeping deeply. Then she found a room in which there was still light on and Rowena made a face thinking about the child or children that were still up. She would teach them. Rowena went in her body less state into the room and stopped when she saw one boy sitting at his desk a concentrated look on his face reading over a piece of paper. Rowena went to stay next to him and looked over his shoulder.

Santa.

So, I'm pretty sure I'm not on your nice people list but I don't care you're not real anyway. I got only one wish this year. I just want back to Dad. I don't care if I have to cook for me and Sammy. I don't care that he's always out hunting. I want back. He's a good Dad. I love him. And I know he needs us because if he doesn't have us he'll get lost. Just that's what I want. I want back to Dad. Thanks for reading this.

Dean.

P.S.: Don't give Sammy a real dog. He's too small to take care of it and I'll end up doing everything for him.