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adventdrabblesTitle: Best Gift Ever
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Gabriel
Rating/Warnings: Mature
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: candy canes
Summary: The problem with dating an archangel-turned-trickster was, well, that he was an archangel-turned-trickster.
“What the hell?” Dean threw down his duffel and drew his gun before starting down the stairs into the bunker.
“Dean,” Sam started, then gave up. He followed not too far behind, but didn’t bother with a weapon.
Sure, the giant Christmas tree hadn’t been there when they left, but Sam had an idea who’d put it there. What he was worried about was what else they’d find when they got closer.
Sure enough, there was a foot just visible at the base. A naked foot. So Sam was pretty much expecting Dean’s reaction when he moved into position to see what was on the other side of the tree.
“Are you friggin’ kidding me? Why don’t you just burn out my eyes and have done with it?”
Sam didn’t think he could possibly have been prepared, though, to see Gabriel all sprawled out, naked except for a strategically-placed bow, wearing antlers that looked suspiciously more like moose than reindeer, sucking on a candy cane.
“Hey, Dean-o!” Gabe said, never taking the candy cane out, just sliding it to one side so it pressed against the inside of his cheek. That did nothing to help how tight Sam’s jeans were getting.
Dean spun on his heel and pointed at Sam. “I’m going into town. Do not let me find any of this when I get back.”
“You don’t like the tree?” Gabe asked petulantly.
“And get your boyfriend under control.”
As if that were even possible.
Once Dean had stormed out, though, Gabe stood gracefully and walked up to Sam.
“Glad you’re back, Sammich. Gonna gimme some sugar?”
Sam finally let himself crack a smile. “I think you’ve already got some.”
“What, this?” Gabe took the remains of the candy cane out of his mouth and tossed it over his shoulder where it thankfully poofed out of existence.
Sam framed Gabe’s face with his hands and kissed him.
“Mmmm, that’s a good start.” Gabe pulled back and smirked. “You getting in the spirit?”
“I’ll show you spirit.” Sam slid his hands sensuously along Gabe’s neck and shoulders, tracing the outline of his torso until he got to his waist. Then he pounced, grabbing Gabe by the waist and slinging him over his shoulder and starting towards his room.
“Wait, wait, you’re forgetting your presents!”
“Got the only one I want.” Sam slapped his ass for good measure. “Best gift ever.”
Title: Warm Till Spring
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Jo
Rating/Warnings:
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: snowed in
Summary: A snowed-in Charlie with no internet was a grumpy Charlie.
“Is it summer yet?” Charlie muttered from under the quilt.
“Not exactly.” Jo glanced at the snow-covered window. “Don’t think the electricity’s coming back anytime soon.”
“Ugh, kill me now.”
Jo dove under the quilt and took Charlie’s face between her hands. “Don’t even joke about that.”
Charlie bit her lip and nodded.
“We’ve got plenty of wood for the stove.”
Charlie smirked. “I can think of other ways to stay warm.”
“Oh yeah?” Jo leaned in and kissed her. “Why don’t you show me?”
Charlie got that wicked grin of hers. Oh yeah. They’d be staying warm till spring.
Title: Breakfast Surprise
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Cas
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: Christmas cookies
Summary: “What’s this?” Dean scrubbed at his eyes as he stumbled into the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and whatever else Cas was doing huddled over the counter.
“What’s this?” Dean scrubbed at his eyes as he stumbled into the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and whatever else Cas was doing huddled over the counter.
“You’re up early,” was all Cas replied, not even turning around. He looked practically naked in just his shirt and pants, an apron thrown over top.
Well that didn’t sound good. Dean bypassed the coffee and stepped to just behind his angel, sliding his arms around his waist, about to ask what was bothering Cas when he saw what he was working on.
“You made cookies?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise.” Cas sighed.
The cookies smelled damn good. Dean would give them that. They were kind of a mess of shapes and colors though.
“Trust me,” he muttered into Cas’ neck. “I’m surprised.”
“This is harder than it looked on the package.” Cas waved at a battered cardboard box.
“They smell awesome, babe, and they’ll be great with coffee.” He squeezed Cas’ waist. “It takes practice to work with that icing crap.”
Cas turned in his arms and looked into Dean’s eyes. “Teach me?”
Dean grinned and pecked him on the lips. “You know I’ll teach you anything you want.”
Title: Mother-Son Bonding
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Mary Winchester
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: ribbons and bows
Summary: She’d never been good at this crap, but her baby took after his dad.
“Goddamn it.” Mary sucked on the paper cut she’d just given herself. Who gave themselves papercuts with wrapping paper? She did, apparently. She’d never been good at this crap, but this took the cake.
“Everything okay in here?” Sam stuck his head into the doorway.
“Hey, don’t come snooping around this time of year!” she snapped. She didn’t bother trying to cover up the car cleaning kit.
“Assuming that’s not for me, do you want a hand?”
“John was the one who always did this stuff,” she admitted.
Sam seemed to take that as agreement and stepped inside. He surveyed the damage and realigned the kit so it made a diamond to the wrapping paper’s square. “Now try just pulling the corners to the middle.”
It worked surprisingly well. She was glad his gift was already done.
“It’s amazing how much you remind me of John,” she said.
Sam let out a short laugh. “Doubt think he’d see it that way.”
“Hmm. Thank you, Sam.” She reached up a hand to touch his face, and he leaned into her touch. She still couldn’t believe this was her little boy. “One more thing: what do you get an angel for Christmas?”
Title: Christmas Prank
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Eileen/Sam
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: tinsel
Summary: It was only right. Pranking was a Winchester tradition, after all.
Sneaking up on a hunter was never easy, and Eileen was no exception. Sam almost got caught at least three times before he finally managed to get behind her chair. Slowly, careful not to disturb the air around her, he raised his hand over the back of the chair. He was almost in position when her hand shot up and grabbed his wrist. Reflexively, he released his grip.
Eileen shrieked and let go. “What is it? What did you do? What’s in my hair?”
Sam came around to the front so she could see him as he tried to fingerspell it. She’d already managed to brush most of it out of her hair, though, holding up silvery strands of tinsel accusingly.
“Seriously?” she asked.
Sam shrugged and attempted to smile.
“You realize this means war,” she said.
Sam’s eyes widened as she lunged out of the easy chair and jumped to throw the mess into his hair, missing and getting his shoulder instead. He reached for her, finding that one spot on her side that sent her into peals of laughter.
“No fair,” she wheezed.
He lifted her face to his and kissed him.
“Merry Christmas, Eileen.”
“Merry Christmas, Sam.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Gabriel
Rating/Warnings: Mature
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: candy canes
Summary: The problem with dating an archangel-turned-trickster was, well, that he was an archangel-turned-trickster.
“What the hell?” Dean threw down his duffel and drew his gun before starting down the stairs into the bunker.
“Dean,” Sam started, then gave up. He followed not too far behind, but didn’t bother with a weapon.
Sure, the giant Christmas tree hadn’t been there when they left, but Sam had an idea who’d put it there. What he was worried about was what else they’d find when they got closer.
Sure enough, there was a foot just visible at the base. A naked foot. So Sam was pretty much expecting Dean’s reaction when he moved into position to see what was on the other side of the tree.
“Are you friggin’ kidding me? Why don’t you just burn out my eyes and have done with it?”
Sam didn’t think he could possibly have been prepared, though, to see Gabriel all sprawled out, naked except for a strategically-placed bow, wearing antlers that looked suspiciously more like moose than reindeer, sucking on a candy cane.
“Hey, Dean-o!” Gabe said, never taking the candy cane out, just sliding it to one side so it pressed against the inside of his cheek. That did nothing to help how tight Sam’s jeans were getting.
Dean spun on his heel and pointed at Sam. “I’m going into town. Do not let me find any of this when I get back.”
“You don’t like the tree?” Gabe asked petulantly.
“And get your boyfriend under control.”
As if that were even possible.
Once Dean had stormed out, though, Gabe stood gracefully and walked up to Sam.
“Glad you’re back, Sammich. Gonna gimme some sugar?”
Sam finally let himself crack a smile. “I think you’ve already got some.”
“What, this?” Gabe took the remains of the candy cane out of his mouth and tossed it over his shoulder where it thankfully poofed out of existence.
Sam framed Gabe’s face with his hands and kissed him.
“Mmmm, that’s a good start.” Gabe pulled back and smirked. “You getting in the spirit?”
“I’ll show you spirit.” Sam slid his hands sensuously along Gabe’s neck and shoulders, tracing the outline of his torso until he got to his waist. Then he pounced, grabbing Gabe by the waist and slinging him over his shoulder and starting towards his room.
“Wait, wait, you’re forgetting your presents!”
“Got the only one I want.” Sam slapped his ass for good measure. “Best gift ever.”
Title: Warm Till Spring
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Jo
Rating/Warnings:
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: snowed in
Summary: A snowed-in Charlie with no internet was a grumpy Charlie.
“Is it summer yet?” Charlie muttered from under the quilt.
“Not exactly.” Jo glanced at the snow-covered window. “Don’t think the electricity’s coming back anytime soon.”
“Ugh, kill me now.”
Jo dove under the quilt and took Charlie’s face between her hands. “Don’t even joke about that.”
Charlie bit her lip and nodded.
“We’ve got plenty of wood for the stove.”
Charlie smirked. “I can think of other ways to stay warm.”
“Oh yeah?” Jo leaned in and kissed her. “Why don’t you show me?”
Charlie got that wicked grin of hers. Oh yeah. They’d be staying warm till spring.
Title: Breakfast Surprise
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Cas
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: Christmas cookies
Summary: “What’s this?” Dean scrubbed at his eyes as he stumbled into the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and whatever else Cas was doing huddled over the counter.
“What’s this?” Dean scrubbed at his eyes as he stumbled into the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and whatever else Cas was doing huddled over the counter.
“You’re up early,” was all Cas replied, not even turning around. He looked practically naked in just his shirt and pants, an apron thrown over top.
Well that didn’t sound good. Dean bypassed the coffee and stepped to just behind his angel, sliding his arms around his waist, about to ask what was bothering Cas when he saw what he was working on.
“You made cookies?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise.” Cas sighed.
The cookies smelled damn good. Dean would give them that. They were kind of a mess of shapes and colors though.
“Trust me,” he muttered into Cas’ neck. “I’m surprised.”
“This is harder than it looked on the package.” Cas waved at a battered cardboard box.
“They smell awesome, babe, and they’ll be great with coffee.” He squeezed Cas’ waist. “It takes practice to work with that icing crap.”
Cas turned in his arms and looked into Dean’s eyes. “Teach me?”
Dean grinned and pecked him on the lips. “You know I’ll teach you anything you want.”
Title: Mother-Son Bonding
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Mary Winchester
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: ribbons and bows
Summary: She’d never been good at this crap, but her baby took after his dad.
“Goddamn it.” Mary sucked on the paper cut she’d just given herself. Who gave themselves papercuts with wrapping paper? She did, apparently. She’d never been good at this crap, but this took the cake.
“Everything okay in here?” Sam stuck his head into the doorway.
“Hey, don’t come snooping around this time of year!” she snapped. She didn’t bother trying to cover up the car cleaning kit.
“Assuming that’s not for me, do you want a hand?”
“John was the one who always did this stuff,” she admitted.
Sam seemed to take that as agreement and stepped inside. He surveyed the damage and realigned the kit so it made a diamond to the wrapping paper’s square. “Now try just pulling the corners to the middle.”
It worked surprisingly well. She was glad his gift was already done.
“It’s amazing how much you remind me of John,” she said.
Sam let out a short laugh. “Doubt think he’d see it that way.”
“Hmm. Thank you, Sam.” She reached up a hand to touch his face, and he leaned into her touch. She still couldn’t believe this was her little boy. “One more thing: what do you get an angel for Christmas?”
Title: Christmas Prank
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Eileen/Sam
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: here
Prompt: tinsel
Summary: It was only right. Pranking was a Winchester tradition, after all.
Sneaking up on a hunter was never easy, and Eileen was no exception. Sam almost got caught at least three times before he finally managed to get behind her chair. Slowly, careful not to disturb the air around her, he raised his hand over the back of the chair. He was almost in position when her hand shot up and grabbed his wrist. Reflexively, he released his grip.
Eileen shrieked and let go. “What is it? What did you do? What’s in my hair?”
Sam came around to the front so she could see him as he tried to fingerspell it. She’d already managed to brush most of it out of her hair, though, holding up silvery strands of tinsel accusingly.
“Seriously?” she asked.
Sam shrugged and attempted to smile.
“You realize this means war,” she said.
Sam’s eyes widened as she lunged out of the easy chair and jumped to throw the mess into his hair, missing and getting his shoulder instead. He reached for her, finding that one spot on her side that sent her into peals of laughter.
“No fair,” she wheezed.
He lifted her face to his and kissed him.
“Merry Christmas, Eileen.”
“Merry Christmas, Sam.”
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