Thank God Christmas Only Comes Once A Year
The lovelylolaann1 won 5 drabbles written by yours truly in the Hurricane Sandy Relief Auction. These are five connected drabbles, all about Christmas.
(1) Jo, Ellen, Sam, Dean
Jo and Ellen pushed their way through the dark woods, flashlights on, guns at the ready.
“Have the boys messaged you again?”
“No,” whispered Jo. “I hate working on Christmas Eve.”
Ellen felt the same way. Sam and Dean hadn’t even told them what they were supposed to be looking for; just the coordinates. There was a leak in her right boot. It was cold, muddy, and she better have something to gank.
Watery moonlight filled the clearing.
“Surprise!” yelled the Winchester brothers.
MERRY CHRISTMAS spelled out on the ground with human bones. They had a weird sense of humor.
(2) Sam, Balthazar
Sam ran into the Wal-Mart, breathing hard. “Okay, so what’s the emergency?”
Balthazar was staring at the shelves full of merchandise. “I wish to get Dean a Christmas present. But cologne? Toys? Gourmet coffee? What else is there besides car parts and booze?”
“Wal-Mart?”
The angel gave Sam an imperious look. “Dean doesn’t seem the type with expensive tastes.”
Sam grinned. “I know exactly what he wants.”
And so for Christmas, Dean got a thick book of coupons:
MADAME CHANG’S MASSAGE PARLORS
All licensed masseuses
Nationwide
Each coupon good for one full massage
No Expiration Date
Balthazar hated being hugged.
(3) Bobby, Sheriff Mills
Bobby opened his present, dropping wrapping paper on the floor.
“What in God’s name??”
Sheriff Jody Mills folded her arms. “With all of this mess here-“
“This is not mess. I have a system.”
Jody leaned on his desk. “This computer program is “The Ultimate Book Organizer”. You input the titles and sort your books any way you want. Monsters, spells, lore--It has a loan manager so you can keep track of the books Dean, Sam or anyone else has borrowed.”
“Uh, thanks.” Bobby looked at the DVD.
“Gimme. “ Jody grabbed it. “My nephew will love it.”
(4) Castiel, Dean
“Cas, why are you complaining about Rufus’s kitchen?”
“Dean, we’ve been in enough houses for me to know what a kitchen looks like. This does not resemble a kitchen.”
“Shut it.” Dean gleefully skewered the goose neck skin to the back; tied legs to the tail with barbed wire, and twisted the wings under the back. “That’s gotta hurt,” he said to the goose. Then he punched it all over with his hunting knife. “I could really get behind cooking. It says put a sauce on it. Any ideas?”
“There is Sam’s organic yogurt.”
“Do it! Best Christmas goose ever.”
(5) Dean, Sam, Kevin and Mrs. Tran
“I hate friggin’ games,” Dean growled.
“Don’t be such a sourpuss. It’s Christmas!” Sam was grinning.
“I’m not playing a stupid game.”
“Come on, Kevin, you can do it!” cried Mrs. Tran. “Make me proud!”
“Mo-om,” Kevin whined.
“You’re the freakin’ Prophet, this should be easier than stealing candy from a demon.” Dean smiled.
“Demons don’t eat candy,” said Kevin.
“Come on, you big baby.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean, you’re ruining it for everybody.”
Kevin stumbled into the wall. “OW!” He pulled off the blindfold. “This is the last time I play Pin The Tail on the Tulpa.”
(1) Jo, Ellen, Sam, Dean
Jo and Ellen pushed their way through the dark woods, flashlights on, guns at the ready.
“Have the boys messaged you again?”
“No,” whispered Jo. “I hate working on Christmas Eve.”
Ellen felt the same way. Sam and Dean hadn’t even told them what they were supposed to be looking for; just the coordinates. There was a leak in her right boot. It was cold, muddy, and she better have something to gank.
Watery moonlight filled the clearing.
“Surprise!” yelled the Winchester brothers.
MERRY CHRISTMAS spelled out on the ground with human bones. They had a weird sense of humor.
(2) Sam, Balthazar
Sam ran into the Wal-Mart, breathing hard. “Okay, so what’s the emergency?”
Balthazar was staring at the shelves full of merchandise. “I wish to get Dean a Christmas present. But cologne? Toys? Gourmet coffee? What else is there besides car parts and booze?”
“Wal-Mart?”
The angel gave Sam an imperious look. “Dean doesn’t seem the type with expensive tastes.”
Sam grinned. “I know exactly what he wants.”
And so for Christmas, Dean got a thick book of coupons:
MADAME CHANG’S MASSAGE PARLORS
All licensed masseuses
Nationwide
Each coupon good for one full massage
No Expiration Date
Balthazar hated being hugged.
(3) Bobby, Sheriff Mills
Bobby opened his present, dropping wrapping paper on the floor.
“What in God’s name??”
Sheriff Jody Mills folded her arms. “With all of this mess here-“
“This is not mess. I have a system.”
Jody leaned on his desk. “This computer program is “The Ultimate Book Organizer”. You input the titles and sort your books any way you want. Monsters, spells, lore--It has a loan manager so you can keep track of the books Dean, Sam or anyone else has borrowed.”
“Uh, thanks.” Bobby looked at the DVD.
“Gimme. “ Jody grabbed it. “My nephew will love it.”
(4) Castiel, Dean
“Cas, why are you complaining about Rufus’s kitchen?”
“Dean, we’ve been in enough houses for me to know what a kitchen looks like. This does not resemble a kitchen.”
“Shut it.” Dean gleefully skewered the goose neck skin to the back; tied legs to the tail with barbed wire, and twisted the wings under the back. “That’s gotta hurt,” he said to the goose. Then he punched it all over with his hunting knife. “I could really get behind cooking. It says put a sauce on it. Any ideas?”
“There is Sam’s organic yogurt.”
“Do it! Best Christmas goose ever.”
(5) Dean, Sam, Kevin and Mrs. Tran
“I hate friggin’ games,” Dean growled.
“Don’t be such a sourpuss. It’s Christmas!” Sam was grinning.
“I’m not playing a stupid game.”
“Come on, Kevin, you can do it!” cried Mrs. Tran. “Make me proud!”
“Mo-om,” Kevin whined.
“You’re the freakin’ Prophet, this should be easier than stealing candy from a demon.” Dean smiled.
“Demons don’t eat candy,” said Kevin.
“Come on, you big baby.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean, you’re ruining it for everybody.”
Kevin stumbled into the wall. “OW!” He pulled off the blindfold. “This is the last time I play Pin The Tail on the Tulpa.”