#collaredhunter

“That—- That was sarcasm wasn’t it…?”

The blond looks up from his paperback, smiling softly. "Yes, darling?" His eyes are warm and fond, scarred fingers deft as they pluck a scrap of ribbon out of the thin air to mark his place in the book.

But what if Dean had never ice skated before, and well you know Thomas lives up in the mountains where it gets cold and I am pretty sure he knows how to ice skate. So one day while Sam and Dean are gone Thomas builds a small ice ring to try and surprise the boys with it when they come back.

Clay had been so lost in the file he was reading and the little annotations he was jolting down in the margins of the paper he almost didn't hear what the man next to him had said. But once the words registered in his head he put down the papers and looked at the man beside him with a small smile. "You must be proud- Congratulations." 

Thomas stirred lightly as he felt someone patting his cheek, mumbling under his breath, “Pat- Go away.” He mumbled, thinking it was his younger brother, as he was so used to spending Christmas always with his brother and mom. But when he heard the coos and felt hands on his hair it was only he realized he wasn’t in Placerville, but instead in bed along with Sam and Dean. Slowly he opened his eyes and smiled when he met Sam’s gaze. “Hey—-” He said softly asn rubbed the sleep of his eyes, he shifted a bit so he could look at Dean and smiled. “Merry Christmas, guys.”