[Supernatural Advent - December 4]
Kevin relaxed in his bed, reading the last few chapters in the fourth book of the Supernatural series. His girlfriend, Channing, and her friends had gotten hooked on the cult series, and she convinced him to read them, too. They weren’t great, the writing was sort of terrible, but there was something compelling about Sam and Dean Winchester. Every time he finished one book, he found himself back on Amazon buying the next book and loading it onto his Kindle.
He liked the characters and felt a connection to them. Granted, he spent more time studying than hunting down demons and ghosts, but he still felt some sort of inexplicable connection. They had something in common, sort of, in that Kevin grew up without his father and Sam and Dean grew up without their mother. Of course, as far as Kevin knew, his father hadn’t been killed by a yellow-eyed demon. Then again, his mother never talked about him, so it was possible.
Just as Kevin was really getting into the final battle scene in the book, his mom shouted up from downstairs.
"Kevin! Did you finish your homework?"
"Yes, mom!" He called back.
"Did you study for your test?"
"Practice your cello?"
"Uh-huh, yeah." He shook his head, trying to focus on the words.
"Did you eat a cookie?"
"Ye-" Kevin lowered his Kindle and looked towards the sliver of hallway he could see beyond his slightly ajar bedroom door. "Wait… WHAT?" He shouted back.
"A cookie! I made sugar cookies! Come eat one!"
He blinked, smiled and set his ereader aside on the bed. He got off the bed, opened the door the rest of the way and went downstairs. Sure enough, Kevin’s mom stood in the kitchen in front of a tray of Christmas cookies. He picked one up.
"Is this supposed to be a reindeer?"
"Yes, look it has a red nose." She pointed at it’s nose which, sure enough, was Rudolf red.
"Kinda looks like a moose." He quirked a grin at her.
"It’s not a moose. It’s a reindeer. Look, star, Christmas tree, candy cane, angel, reindeer!" She pointed at each cookie shape as she named them, then glared at Kevin.
He smiled back at her, “They’re delicious, Mom. Thanks.”
"You’re welcome." She laughed and hugged him about the shoulders. Maybe it was just the two of them, but they always had a Merry Christmas together. Kevin thought about Dean and Sam in his book, it was just the two of them, but there was no doubt that the brothers loved each other. Just as Kevin and his mom loved each other. After all, they were all they had.