Dean's Special Room
Dean looked up from his fiancee’s face into the eyes of his brother’s future wife. He smiled softly. “Yeah, Sarah. Let’s see the rest of the place. What about the one room on the left before we hit the laundry room down the end on this floor? Did you do anything with it?”.
"Actually, it's a Christmas present from Sam and I," she answered, grinning widely. "Close your eyes, Dean."
Dean’s eyes grew wide. “What? We haven’t had Thanksgiving. What are you two up to?”
Sam could only grin as Sarah giggled, finding a clean handkerchief in her pocket and handing it to her fiance. The younger Winchester tied it around Dean's head like a blindfold. "Ok, what can you see?"
“Pink?”
The giggling continued, this time with Ben, Matt, and Mello laughing with Sarah. Sarah's hand grabbed onto Dean's and carefully guided him out of the family room and down the hall. There was the sound of a door opening, then he was guided into the room. Once everyone was in position, she called out. "Take the blindfold off now," she said to her future brother in law.
Dean untied the blindfold, and he sensed more than saw his family behind and beside him. Bobby and Sam took the rear with Watari and L. He squinted trying to clear his vision and he looked around him.
The room was set up like 221 B Baker street, though not a bedroom adaptation. This was a study and library specifically for Dean.
The room had a large desk, and massive leather chair that was on wheels for maneuverability. Dean looked at the lamps on the desk, the floor lamps and the one on the ceiling. They were designed from the time period. The bookcases were filled with the classics from olden times unto now a days.
Dean didn’t say a word which worried everyone. No one had really looked at his face really well. He was in shock, and tears were flowing down his face.
Sarah's voice was soft. "I mentioned to Lisa that you didn't have your own private space to come and think or read. She gave me permission to create a space for you. I was talking to Sam about it when I had mentioned what I was doing for Mello's room, and he told me that Conan-Doyle was your favorite author. We put our heads together and put this together. I designed it, and Sam chose the books for you."
“I....I’ve n..n..never had anything like this.” Dean shook his head, trying to regain self control, but couldn’t manage it. A sob broke from him and his shoulders were shaking. “Damn, I’m sorry. I’m not unhappy.”
Sarah and Sam hugged him, turning it into a Dean-sammitch hug. "It's yours, Dean," Sam said softly. "Your space to claim and relax in."
“It’s Holmes, Sammy. It’s Sherlock’s study. Damn. All it needs is a pipe and his violin. It’s really mine?”
"Yours," Lisa said gently. "No one enters without knocking. This is your special sanctuary where you can unwind and relax in privacy."
Dean walked three walls, looking at hundreds of books. There was Science Fiction, Fantasy, Drama, a few classic romances, and a non fiction section. Dean was reading titles and author’s names.
He saw the books on Scottish history, the clans of Scotland, and a book on the history of the Campbells. He stood still for a minute, knowing his brother had done this. He turned, looked at the room, and took in the the hopeful look on Sam’s face. Sarah and Lisa didn’t know about the books. He looked straight into the taller man’s eyes.
“All right, I’ll read them, Sammy. Every single one of them, but I only ask that you give me space to make my own decision on it. Sarah, thank you for what you did here. Sam, thank you for the books. I love you guys.”
"Love you too, Dean," he said with a smile. "I'm glad you like it."
“No one, Sammy, has ever done anything like this for me before. It means a lot.”
Sam grinned at him. "Trust me, with Ben chasing Matt and Mello around when those two aren't working, you'll be grateful for the sanctuary." He ducked as Mello threw a chocolate wrapper at him.
Dean watched the chocolate wrapper hit the floor, his richly carpeted floor. Brows went up first at the fact that he got carpet. The second, was the chocolate wrapper. His eyes raised and he met Mello’s and the brows went up again.
The blond grinned. "Oops. Was supposed to hit the jolly green giant there."
Dean looked at the boy and then back at the wrapper. This time there was a question in the hazel eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he grumbled playfully, picking it up and throwing it away.
Watching the wrapper hit the waste basket, he turned to the others. “I think I can actually go barefooted in here in the dead of winter and not feel the cold. Thank you so much.” Dean hugged his brother and Sarah.
They both hugged him back, telling him that he was most welcome. The two were happy with his reaction to the room.
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