December 20th, 2016

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Holiday Drabble Challenge - Real Sweetness

Title: Real Sweetness

Author: smalltrolven

Prompt: Very Big Pretzel Holiday Drabble Challenge - Team Ho Ho Ho

Genre: Schmoop maybe?

Characters:  Sam Winchester.Dean Winchester

Pairing:Sam/Dean

Rating: PG

Word count: 100

Warning/Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, only my words

Summary: Who knew there was a “wrong” kind of candy-cane?

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Holiday Drabble Challenge - Surprise Guests

Title: Surprise Guests

Author: smalltrolven

Prompt: Very Big Pretzel Holiday Drabble Challenge - Team Ho Ho Ho

Genre: Schmoop I guess

Characters:  Sam Winchester.Dean Winchester

Pairing:Sam/Dean

Rating: G

Word count: 100

Warning/Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, only my words

Summary: Sometimes the best Christmas present is the surprise guests

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Holiday Drabble Challenge - No Really, Mistletoe Boxers

Title: No Really, Mistletoe Boxers

Author: smalltrolven

Prompt: Very Big Pretzel Holiday Drabble Challenge - Team Ho Ho Ho

Genre: Schmoop I guess

Characters:  Sam Winchester.Dean Winchester

Pairing:Sam/Dean

Rating: G

Word count: 100

Warning/Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, only my words

Summary: Just how far will novelty boxers get you these days?

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Holiday Challenge - Team Humbug - The Joy of Socks

THE JOY OF SOCKS

Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them

There’s always that one friend who’s difficult to buy for.

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“Dean, what should we get Cas for Christmas?”
“Socks?”
“Damnit Dean, we’ve got him socks every year; let’s try to show some imagination.”
“Okay, what about booze?”
“He’s an angel – he doesn’t drink.”
“Skin mags?”
“Dean, really?  He’s a freaking angel!”
“I know!  What about a harp?”
“What????”
“You said yourself, he’s an angel!  All angels play harps.”
“When have you ever seen Cas playing a goddamn harp?”
“That’s ‘cause he hasn’t got one!”
“Do you really wanna sit here in the bunker listening to Cas plinking and plonking and strumming a frigging harp all day and night?”
“Hmmm …”
“Socks it is then.” 

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