December 21st, 2015

xmasdean

Team Carolers: "Thys Endris Nyghth

Title: Thys Endris Nyghth
Genre: Humor, gen
Rating: PG
Characters: Don and Maggie Stark
Word count: 100
Warnings: Character-driven abuse of pagan practices. Author means no disrespect. (They’re villains, after all.)
Note: Dialogue only (almost)

Summary: When witches try Wicca…

“Don! The Goddess candle goes on the left!”

“Right. I-I mean of course. Sorry.”

“Why don’t I feel like you’re taking this seriously?”

“Babe. You have to admit it's a little… silly.”

“Wwwhat?! We’re celebrating our cultural heritage!”

“Cultural…? Maggie. You went on Pinterest. Besides, I know some more, stimulating ways to pass the Long Night.”

“Oh it’ll be a long night, Don Stark, if you don’t man up and decorate this altar.”

“Fine. But the Winter King better get to nail the Mother Goddess when this is done.”

“That? Is patently offensive.”

Don sighed. A long, long night indeed.
xmasdean

Team Carolers: "Drummer Girl"

Title: Drummer Girl
Genre: Poetry, gen
Rating: G
Characters: Baby, Dean, Sam
Word count: 100
Warnings: Reckless onomatopoeia
Credit: "Fairytale of Lawrence" got me to thinking about the rhythms of the road.

Summary: A Winchester Christmas carol.

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A/N: Love and happy holidays to the Big Pretzel mods and all my fellow drabblers. What a delightful challenge. Thank you. ♥

Team Eggnog | Wee! Chesters & Daddy

Title: Finding Santa
Size: 100 Words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: John gives the boys a bit of holiday fun.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


John had been watching the roads signs as they drove down the busy highway. The hardest part of the drive was keeping Dean occupied. Normally he was proud of the fact that Dean could read the easier signs so well as they drove. Dean always loved being the 'nan-ba-gator'.

He hadn't realized that Christmas was only a few days away until he spotted the decorated sign a few miles back.

After a quick detour they were off to find Santa's Village. They would have cookies and cocoa. After the boys had their picture taken with the jolly fat man himself.
nyah, Raja

Team Eggnog: Holiday Treat

TITLE: Holiday Treat
CHARACTERS: Death
GENRE: Gen
RATING: G
WARNINGS: Nope.
SPOILERS: Nope.
WORDS: 100

Death strolled through the park, mindful not to touch any of the many people out to enjoy the crisp but sunny winter day.

He was not there to enjoy the weather, however. He’d come for his favorite holiday snack.

Most of the time he delighted in the fatty, fried, and sinful dishes of the human race, but this was an exception.

The scent of his goal was in the air all around, and he looked for the distinctive cart of his favorite vendor.

“One bag, please.”

He located a bench and sat down to peel his bounty of roasted chestnuts.
Dean

Team Eggnog: Three's Company

I just snuck this in before the challenge closes tonight !!!

THREE'S COMPANY

Genre: Family/Friendship
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Spoilers/warnings: None
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own them

There are friends and then there is Castiel.

xxxxx

"Can't move," Dean groaned, stretching out across the couch and gifting Sam with an uninterrupted view of his grossly swollen belly protruding between his straining T-shirt and his undone jeans.

“That was one epic Christmas meal,” he slurred.

“Not that I saw much of it,” Sam snorted.

“Whad’ya mean,” Dean grinned; “I let you have all the broccoli.”

Sam’s eyes flicked to Dean’s bulging midriff. “When’s it due?”

He grinned at Dean’s returning scowl; “appropriate really, seeing as you were just eating for two.”

“I forgot Cas doesn’t eat,” Dean replied; “didn’t wanna waste anything after I cooked three helpings.”

“So it’s his fault,” he added, pointing to the bemused angel with an affectionate grin.

Sam burrowed back into his armchair; “it was a great meal, Dean, I’m stuffed too.”

“Feels good, don’ it Sammy; we’ve gone hungry for too many Christmases.  It’s awesome to just be fat for a few days.”

Within minutes both Winchesters were gently snoring, sleeping off their mighty feast.

Castiel stood up and stretched before strolling into the kitchen.  Reaching into the cookie jar, he snagged a blueberry muffin.

“Angels can eat, Dean,” he murmured to himself he munched contentedly; “but not when their friends need it more.”

xxxxx

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Team Eggnog | Sam & Dean

Title: The Prettiest Memory
Size: 100 Words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Sam will always be an annoying little brother when given the chance.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.



“Dean, do you remember the Christmas when I was like twelve and you worked in the mall. You thought the mall discount would make our holiday better?” Sam laughed at the memory.

“Sammy, we agreed to never speak of that job again.” Dean growled.

“I just wish we kept one of the pictures.”

“Sammy I would end you where you stand if you had one.”

“Was it my fault that their Mrs. Claus quit and you were the only one that fit in the dress? Besides everyone agreed you were the hottest Mrs. Claus to ever hand out candy canes.”

Team Carolers: 2000 Miles

Genre: gen, verse-y
Characters: Dean, Sam, Baby
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: none

Word Count: 100
Summary: miles and years

Title from The Pretenders

This one's for laughablelament and "Drummer Girl". Happy happy holidays!

Mile marker 48, too much blood.
It’s a gift, Sam says.
What, arterial spray?
Christmas, your brother says, and still right--
Here: Wipe his face. Wipe her dash.
Drive into the night.
*
Exit 21A. Eggnog coffee, awful.
Sam’s quiet mouth.
Tree lashed to sedan; little kid,
“Anarchy in the Pre-K” onesie. Baby
icicle-shines. Bang it out, Sid
Vicious, secret prayer. Crank it down.
Head south.
*
Smooth sailing, fresh weather.
Shake out the shoulders. Shake out the Sammy,
sleepy. Home for the holiday cheer,
Baby; wrap up your brother lean on each other,
thousands of miles and thousands of years.