Disclaimer: don't own them, I'd have a very merry Christmas if I did!
Word Count 200
I've gone all meta on you! The boys address their fans, but one of them is finding it a bit difficult to enter into the festive spirit.
"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean. We're here to wish you all happy holidays."
"Say hello to the nice fanfiction writers, Dean."
"Dean; say hello!"
"Hello. Nice. Fan. Fiction. Writers ... there, satisfied?"
"Jus' don' see why I gotta wish happy holidays to a bunch of people who spend the whole year beatin' and humiliatin' me."
"I don't see the problem bro', you've paid good money for that sort of thing before."
"Yeah, well, you go ahead an' wish 'em happy holidays but tell 'em I don't wanna be in anyone's Christmas stockin', or under their friggin' tree and I don't wanna jump out of anyone's cake singin' Jingle Bells, oh, an' FYI; I especially don't wanna do any of those things NAKED!"
"Dean, just be nice," *looks around shiftily* "I don't think it's wise to antagonise them."
"Because one of them's writing us right now ... and she's been at the Pinot Grigio."
*Dizzo takes a sip; grins an evil grin ...*
"We're wearin' red satin thongs with white fur trim and sparkly mistletoe motif."
"An' nothing else."
"HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!"