On Set (Supernatural imagine series)

Merry Christmas Osric Chau

Your mother came back in and sat down. "Well don't stop talking on my account." she said, setting down the crescent rolls. "Crescent rolls are Y/N's favorite, Osric."

"Oh really?" Osric asked with a smile, "I'll be sure to buy her plenty."

"Where you from Sweetheart?" your mom asked Osric.

"Vancouver." he answered with a smile. You felt like your awkward dinner was finally starting to pick up.

"Oo a Canadian!" Aunt Candy joked, "We have an alien at the table!" Everyone laughed when your grandfather suddenly woke up with a start.

"Aliens? I heard Aliens!" he exclaimed. Your mother giggled.

"Only a Canadian, Dad." your mother said.

"When I was a boy," your grandpa started, "my brother and I would put tin foil hats on our heads and look up at the stars at night and try to spot a real UFO."

"Wow." Osric said politely, "That's very interesting, sir."

Your grandfather blinked before looking at him, "Who are you?" You giggled a bit, looking at Osric and glad that the awkward silence was going away.

"Hank, please slow down on the turkey." your mother said, patting your father.

"I am perfectly capable of eating." he said, eating faster.

"Dad-" Nick started.

"No Nick." your father said, "Just because I am a little under the weather doesn't mean I can't enjoy a nice Christmas Eve dinner with my family." Your father piled in more turkey.

"Dad, please. If you have a heart attack-" you started.

"Y/N if I have a heart attack it will not be because of this turkey! It will be because my daughter hasn't visited me for over a year!" your father shouted at you.

"Dad..." you started as Osric put a hand on your shoulder, "I called you almost every weekend. I was busy I didn't-"

Just then your father started choking on the turkey. "Hank?" your mother asked. Your grandpa was snoring again. You were immediately by your father's side.

"What do we do?" Cameron exclaimed.

"Uh...I know what to do!" said Osric and he put his arms around your father and started performing the Heimlich maneuver on him. He pushed once, twice, and then the piece of turkey went flying across the room and landed in Aunt Candy's potatoes. She then put out her cigarette in the potatoes instead of the ashtray which was close by.

"Dad? Are you okay? Do you need some water?" Nick, Cameron, and your mother were asking.

"I'm fine!" your dad shouted, standing up. "Just fine!" He then left the room.

Your grandpa them woke up shouting "Aliens!"

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"Dad?" you asked, knocking on the door to your dad's office. You knew he was in there because you heard the beautiful picking of the guitar.

"Come in, hun." he said and you entered.

"Dad," you trod carefully, "I'm sorry I went so long without visiting you. I knew you were sick and I should have been here more."

You father stopped playing, "No, I'm sorry." he said, "I want you to be able to do this TV show and be a star. You don't have to be anchored here just because you're old man is sick."

"No, Dad, I've missed you." you said tearfully, "I don't know how much time I left with you. I should be spending every minute here."

"I don't want you too." he said.

"What?" you asked.

"I don't want you to see me gradually begin failing. Hell, I failed at eating dinner. Say thanks to your boyfriend for me by the way."

"I will." you smiled, you then surprised him giving him a great big hug, "I love you Daddy."

"No this is not how you are going to remember me." he said when you pulled apart. "You are not going to remember your father as the sickly proud man."

"That's not how I'm going to remember you." you smiled.

"Then how?" he asked.

"I will remember you as the man who always played the guitar, who always made me feel better when I was down, and who always had a smile on his face." you said, tearfully, "But Dad, you are going to get better. This is nonsense."

He smiled at you. You expected him to say "yes, of course, it's nonsense." or perhaps, "Honey, it's not nonsense." but instead a tear rolled down his cheek and he quickly wiped it before handing you the beautiful light brown guitar he had had since you were a child and said:

"Merry Christmas."

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Christmas dinner was long put away. Your mom and dad were asleep. Your grandpa and aunt were asleep. Your sister and brother and his wife were asleep. Everyone was asleep except you. You sat on the couch in your pajamas with a cup of hot cocoa in your hands. You watched as snow drifted down to create a cool sheet of white for Christmas morning. The only light you had was the colorful lights on the Christmas tree.

"Can't sleep?" Osric asked taking a seat next to you on the couch and putting an arm around you. You put down your hot chocolate.

"Not if my life depended on it." you replied before kissing him sweetly.

"I think your family likes me." Osric said with a smile.

"Well you did save my father's life." you said with a smile before getting up to look out the window, "Although it just prolongs the inevitable."

"Hey," Osric said following you and putting a hand on your chin and making you look at him, "everything is going to be alright. Your dad is a strong guy." You weren't so sure anymore. Your father had already given up his prized possession. Who knows what else he could he give up.

"Thank you." you said to Osric with a smile.

He looked up then back down at you. "Hey look. Mistletoe." You looked up to see the mistletoe hanging. He then kissed you sweetly and passionately on the lips.

"Merry Christmas Y/N L/N." he said with a smile.

"Merry Christmas Osric Chau."