SPN - Trimming The Tree: Part 2 - PG 15
Title: Trimming The Tree: Part 2
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not made for profit.
Summary: The brothers and Castiel continue to set up and decorate the tree. Story continues from Day 11.
Pairing/Characters: Bobby, Sam, Dean, Castiel
Rating: PG 15
Note: Day 20 at adventchallenge. Prompt #11 Sweet silver bells
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Sam was back inside in an instant and headed straight for the bag of corn. He dished some out into a deep pot with a little oil in the bottom and turned the stove burner on to make some popcorn. He headed back into the study or the living room to see if Bobby had any extra construction paper, or colored paper, or wrapping paper or any paper really.
He remembered back to one of the years he spent with Jessica in California and how that year in particular they were both very low on money around Christmas time. They ended up not exchanging gifts, but Jessica insisted they had a tree to decorate anyway. Sam found a scrawny little tree in the back corner of the nearby tree lot and together he and Jess made a bunch of ornaments and trimmings from random stuff they had around the house. One of the things they made for the tree was something Jess remembered doing from when she was a kid in her elementary classes. They cut thin strips of paper and glued the ends together. Then they made long chains to wrap around the tree by linking the strips of paper together.
That, along with the strands of popcorn (another of Jess's innovations) and the glass balls that Castile found, would be all the boys needed to trim that fake tree to the nines.
"Hey guys, I've got some ideas for our tree." Sam said as he came back into the room. Dean and Castiel were not paying him any attention. They were crouched around the box of decorations while Dean carefully pulled a beautiful set of silver bells from a smaller box that they must have found under the other stuff.
"What'cha got there?" Sam started back over to them. "Looks pretty fragile."
"Yeah, the little box has 'fragile' written multiple times on every side. Yeah I got the memo, thanks Sammy."
The bells were hanging in a row of five down from a hook at the top. Each bell was slightly nestled inside the one above it so the whole thing looked a bit like a chain. If you tapped the ringer inside the bell on the bottom, it struck the bottom bell, then that bell struck the side of the bell above it and so on and so fourth. It was a beautiful construction of silver and porcelain.
And the sounds it made was just heavenly. At least that's what Sam assumed by the way Castiel was staring so intently and longingly as the ornament.
"Amazing, it sounds so beautiful." Castiel breathed.
Bobby decided to wheel his chair into the house at this time and saw what the boys were looking at. "Put that down, you don't know what you're dealing with!" Bobby was incensed, his face red and eyes wide. "Dean, put those back where you found them and I don't want you too bring them out ever again."
"Bobby, why?" Dean gently nested the bells inside each other and put the whole stack back into the box with lots of bubble wrap and tissue paper. "What's so important about those bells?"
"They were Karen's you idjut. Do I look like the type to keep such nice decorations for myself?" Bobby had moved around behind his desk and pulled out his bottle of whisky which he started sipping straight from the bottle. "She bought them for our the last Christmas we spent together. Obviously, she didn't know it was going to be our last, but I haven't had them out since. So put them away where they belong and don't make me tell you again."
"But Bobby, they're beautiful. They deserved to be hung and admired." Castiel pleaded with Bobby to let them use the bells on their tree. "Besides, we're dedicating this holiday to the women we miss most, right? Wouldn't Karen want you to use them every year to remember her by?"
Bobby's only response was silence and he remained so for quite a few minutes. He was so quiet and unmoving that the boys had given up waiting for Bobby's response and moved on to finish what they were doing. Sam headed back to the kitchen to finish up his popcorn and find some string and Castiel and Dean went back to putting the tree together and hanging the balls on the branches.
"Ok. Let's put them out this year." Bobby finally said. Sam had come back into the room and had started to thread some popcorn onto his string with a needle and Dean was just hanging the last glass ball from a branch.
Dean reached down, picked up the little box and handed it to Bobby. "Alright, here. You should do the honors."
Bobby opened the box and carefully pulled out the string of bells. Their delicate tinking noise was heard by everyone in the room as Bobby silently reached up and hung them near halfway up the side of the tree. "There, that'll do." Bobby wheeled back a few feet and admired the tree as a whole.
"Looking good boys, looking good. What can this old man do to help?"
"Here," Sam handed him the string of popcorn he'd already started. "Want to finish up for me here, I want to get started with the other decoration we can make, too."
"This ain't no kindygarden class, but I guess I'll give it a shot."
And with that, the four men continued to work almost entirely in silence until the strands of popcorn and the construction paper chains were finished and had been draped around the tree.
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Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not made for profit.
Summary: The brothers and Castiel continue to set up and decorate the tree. Story continues from Day 11.
Pairing/Characters: Bobby, Sam, Dean, Castiel
Rating: PG 15
Note: Day 20 at adventchallenge. Prompt #11 Sweet silver bells
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Sam was back inside in an instant and headed straight for the bag of corn. He dished some out into a deep pot with a little oil in the bottom and turned the stove burner on to make some popcorn. He headed back into the study or the living room to see if Bobby had any extra construction paper, or colored paper, or wrapping paper or any paper really.
He remembered back to one of the years he spent with Jessica in California and how that year in particular they were both very low on money around Christmas time. They ended up not exchanging gifts, but Jessica insisted they had a tree to decorate anyway. Sam found a scrawny little tree in the back corner of the nearby tree lot and together he and Jess made a bunch of ornaments and trimmings from random stuff they had around the house. One of the things they made for the tree was something Jess remembered doing from when she was a kid in her elementary classes. They cut thin strips of paper and glued the ends together. Then they made long chains to wrap around the tree by linking the strips of paper together.
That, along with the strands of popcorn (another of Jess's innovations) and the glass balls that Castile found, would be all the boys needed to trim that fake tree to the nines.
"Hey guys, I've got some ideas for our tree." Sam said as he came back into the room. Dean and Castiel were not paying him any attention. They were crouched around the box of decorations while Dean carefully pulled a beautiful set of silver bells from a smaller box that they must have found under the other stuff.
"What'cha got there?" Sam started back over to them. "Looks pretty fragile."
"Yeah, the little box has 'fragile' written multiple times on every side. Yeah I got the memo, thanks Sammy."
The bells were hanging in a row of five down from a hook at the top. Each bell was slightly nestled inside the one above it so the whole thing looked a bit like a chain. If you tapped the ringer inside the bell on the bottom, it struck the bottom bell, then that bell struck the side of the bell above it and so on and so fourth. It was a beautiful construction of silver and porcelain.
And the sounds it made was just heavenly. At least that's what Sam assumed by the way Castiel was staring so intently and longingly as the ornament.
"Amazing, it sounds so beautiful." Castiel breathed.
Bobby decided to wheel his chair into the house at this time and saw what the boys were looking at. "Put that down, you don't know what you're dealing with!" Bobby was incensed, his face red and eyes wide. "Dean, put those back where you found them and I don't want you too bring them out ever again."
"Bobby, why?" Dean gently nested the bells inside each other and put the whole stack back into the box with lots of bubble wrap and tissue paper. "What's so important about those bells?"
"They were Karen's you idjut. Do I look like the type to keep such nice decorations for myself?" Bobby had moved around behind his desk and pulled out his bottle of whisky which he started sipping straight from the bottle. "She bought them for our the last Christmas we spent together. Obviously, she didn't know it was going to be our last, but I haven't had them out since. So put them away where they belong and don't make me tell you again."
"But Bobby, they're beautiful. They deserved to be hung and admired." Castiel pleaded with Bobby to let them use the bells on their tree. "Besides, we're dedicating this holiday to the women we miss most, right? Wouldn't Karen want you to use them every year to remember her by?"
Bobby's only response was silence and he remained so for quite a few minutes. He was so quiet and unmoving that the boys had given up waiting for Bobby's response and moved on to finish what they were doing. Sam headed back to the kitchen to finish up his popcorn and find some string and Castiel and Dean went back to putting the tree together and hanging the balls on the branches.
"Ok. Let's put them out this year." Bobby finally said. Sam had come back into the room and had started to thread some popcorn onto his string with a needle and Dean was just hanging the last glass ball from a branch.
Dean reached down, picked up the little box and handed it to Bobby. "Alright, here. You should do the honors."
Bobby opened the box and carefully pulled out the string of bells. Their delicate tinking noise was heard by everyone in the room as Bobby silently reached up and hung them near halfway up the side of the tree. "There, that'll do." Bobby wheeled back a few feet and admired the tree as a whole.
"Looking good boys, looking good. What can this old man do to help?"
"Here," Sam handed him the string of popcorn he'd already started. "Want to finish up for me here, I want to get started with the other decoration we can make, too."
"This ain't no kindygarden class, but I guess I'll give it a shot."
And with that, the four men continued to work almost entirely in silence until the strands of popcorn and the construction paper chains were finished and had been draped around the tree.
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