It’s beginning to look a lot like charity
Rating: G, Gen
Characters: Bobby
Word Count: 100 Heh
Summary: Bobby’s got a job to do
It’s beginning to look a lot like charity
Bobby Singer stormed back to the phone. Goddamn women. Festive celebrations? Christmas lunches were not fun. ‘Ellen, I’ve already… Who?’
“The pastor left you a note.” Which pa…?’ Jim…
‘In his will?’
‘A raffle? For charity?’
‘Security? Why would you need a guard?’
‘When you say “lots of entries” are we talking about half a dozen?’ Gotta be twenty, tops.
‘Did you say thousands?’
‘Art and fic?’ Fic?
‘Do it for the little children?’
Fuck.
Bobby pumped his shotgun, whistling to the ghost of Rumsfeld on the way to his truck. ‘Come on, boy. We’ve got a
raffle to supervise!’
Sequel:
Yes Sir! That's My Santa