\OOOOOOOOOO/ BLOOPERS!
The fic's off to be beta'd!! XD I'm so excited!!! But i figured, while we're waiting, i could get a lot of other stuff posted. SUCH AS--->
BLOOPERS. These were bits i wrote but didn't quite fit into the fic. Enjoy! ;D
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Halloween, Jensen soon discovered, happened once a month like clockwork, because every day was October. So getting shit together for a Christmas instead, when everything in the entire down was orange or different shades of brown? Kinda sucked balls.
Especially when a certain manic someone threw rocks at your window hard enough to break the glass in the middle of the night, and Chris and Steve stopped snarling at each other long enough to turn it on Jensen.
“FUCKING HELL,” Steve roared, voice raspy from liquor and shouting at Chris, “JUST SUCK HIS DICK ALREADY!”
“Jen!” If Jared noticed Jensen was bright red when he stuck his head out the window, he didn’t notice it at all. “Jesus Christ, Jen, I don’t have a costume!”
“A what?” Jensen growled, blinking blurrily and wondering if Jared would die if he had a slab of concrete dropped on his head.
“Santa has a costume,” Jared said, like that explained everything.
“Fuck.” Jensen’s head slipped down until it banged a couple times against the floor, hoping that would help.
“Come on, Jen!” And that was another thing, stupid girly nickname, as if Chris hadn’t originally intended him to be a girl. He glared. “You’re the master seamst-seamster? Is there a gender appropriate word for seamstress?”
“YOU’RE WAKING UP THE NEIGHBOORS,” Chris bellowed from on high.
Jared just lifted his chin and bellowed back, “I AM YOUR NEIGHBOOR!”
“HENCE, YOU ARE FUCKING AWAKE!”
“Jared, no,” Jensen groaned, chucking pieces of shattered window frame at his head from the window ledge, “Bad Jared, go home.”
“Jenseeeeen…” Jared’s pitiful whine could make an angel cry. And then commit armed robbery.
“What did I tell you about lists?”
“Uh, nothing?”
Fuck. Maybe that was one thought that had stayed in his head. Jared really did look strung out, high on sleep deprivation and too much candy.
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Except he had, and it kept sneaking up on their conversations like that floater in the lake the townspeople ignored.
“That cookie,” Jared blurted in the middle of nowhere, “that I gave you? Remember? That was a present.”
“One of those unmarked packages Santa leaves?” Jensen asked, a little on the skeptical side.
“Yeah, well, obviously you knew what it was when I gave it to you. But-think about how fun it’d be if the presents actually had something neat in them. You know, like a good surprise.”
“Like that head you found in your bowling bag?”
“Yeah! Isn’t Jeff hilarious?”
Jeff was quite the comedian, for a severed head, so Jensen nodded along. “What are in normal presents?”
“I don’t know about all of them,” Jared admitted with a shrug, “but the one I opened had socks.”
“Huh.” Jensen tucked his bare feet under his legs and nodded along. “That does suck.”
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“…You let Kripke run the sleigh?” he deadpanned after a minute, and was rewarded with a glimpse of Jared’s dimples.
“With Sera and Kim of course.”
“Of course.”