SPN Fic - 'Supply Run' and 'Deck the Halls' - PG 13
Title: Supply Run
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The boys have to get supplies for their holiday at Bobby's. Continues the story from Day 4.
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Dean, Castiel.
Note: Spell checked, let me know if there's anything major for me to fix. I did have this ready to post on the 5th but an extreme migrane prevented me from thinking let alone getting online to post this. Sorry.
Written for Day 5 at adventchallenge. Prompt #13 Christmas Card.
The boys decided that to make their Christmas vacation at Bobby’s festive and traditional, they needed gifts and food. However, their cash savings were getting low and they didn’t have any active credit cards they could use. This left cheap food and gifts their only option. Which meant they had to stop by the grocery store in Sioux Falls.
Once parked in the store’s parking lot Dean pulled an old cigar box out from under his seat. He removed the cash within and divvied up twenty bucks for each of them to buy gifts for each other, and split up the rest that would be used for food.
“Here, now I don’t want anyone getting any bright ideas on getting me something special. A six pack and a girlie mag will be just fine. Ok?” Dean wasn’t planning on being a big spender for his brother or his friends, so he didn’t want them to go all out either.
“Of course, Dean. You want Busty Asian Beauties again, or something different.” Sam asked.
“Hmm. Let’s go with something different this year, but keep it classy.”
“You got it.” said Sam with an exaggerated eye roll.
Castiel looked confused. “I have never purchased a gift for anyone before. How am I supposed to know what you want?”
Sam turned around from the front seat. “Well, you don’t have to think too hard about it, Cas. Just think about what someone likes, what he likes to do, what he likes to eat or drink, or maybe something you think he might like, and go from there.” Sam and Dean hadn’t spent much time in the past worrying about Christmas or birthdays. So buying gifts for each other, and occasionally their dad or Bobby, was usually rather simple and inexpensive.
“Don’t sweat it, man. Like I said, a skin mag and beer is usually a good choice for me, and you know Sammy loves his romance novels.”
“Hey!” Sam leaned over and whacked Dean on the back of the head. He turned back to Castiel. “Don’t listen to him. Just go with your gut. Think about likes and dislikes and you’ll be fine.”
Cas still looked confused, but now he also looked determined to get this right. “Ok. Thank you Sam.”
“Alright, that’s settled. We’ll go in and divide and conquer. Sam, you handle getting the side dishes. Bread rolls and whatever green things you want, just remember I won’t be eating any. Cas, can you get the main course? Turkey or ham or what ever you want, just none of that new turducken crap. Tried that one year and my stomach wouldn’t settle down for three days. I will get alcohol and pie. If we’re going to do this holiday stuff, we’re going to do it right. And that means pie, lots of it.”
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Despite the encouragement and directions from the brothers on what gifts he should be looking for, Castiel was completely lost. He didn’t want to encourage Dean’s promiscuity and alcoholism with topless women beer and he didn’t really think that Sam liked romance novels. So he found himself starting from the bottom.
He wandered the isles looking for inspiration. First the bakery, which was promising. He knew Dean liked sweets, but Dean also said he was going to buy a pie, so Castiel didn’t think he could give Dean the same gift he just bought for himself. And Sam was even more difficult. He did find an isle with many books and magazines but most of them looked to be written for little girls or older women.
Finally, in the isle just past the books, Castiel came upon some inspiration in the greeting card section. Specifically, the Christmas cards were what held Castiel’s attention. There were spiritual cards, thoughtful cards and funny cards. Cards with half naked women (and men) on the front. Cards with bows and sparkles. Cards shaped like pickles, cats, cars and beer mugs.
A few with Dean’s type of humor caught his eye at first and then he started seeing a few more with more thoughtful and meaningful messages that he thought Sam or Bobby might enjoy.
“Hey Cas!” Dean was passing by at the end of the isle. His arms were full of many types of beer and alcohol with a few pies balanced delicately on top. “Don’t waste too much time here, you still have to find gifts and something to eat, remember? I’m headed to check out right now and I’ll be out in the car waiting when you’re done.”
“Alright, Dean. I won’t be too long.” Castiel replied.
“Excellent. See you in a few.” Dean took off toward the front of the store where the cashiers were busy with long lines of last minute Christmas shoppers.
Castiel turned back toward the rack of the many multi-colored Christmas cards. He pulled out a few more cards to look at which he thought might suit Bobby and Sam before Castiel made his final decision.
With the perfect Christmas cards for each of his friends in hand, Castiel went in search of some type of meat that would feed four hungry men.
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Title: Deck the Halls
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Once the boys arrive at Bobby's they discover he's already started decorating. Story continues from Day 5.
Characters/pairing: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Bobby. None atm.
Note: Spell checked and fact checked. I tried to look up boughs of holly and Hold Nicar as much as possible, and I did a little of Supernatural's usual fudging of the facts and making up something new. But if something is truly wrong let me know.
Written for Day 6 at adventchallenge. Prompt #5 - Boughs of Holly.
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“What the heck is all that green stuff?” Were the first words out of Dean’s mouth as soon he pulled the Impala up in front of Bobby’s house.
Cas leaned forward between Sam and Dean. “It appears to be a bough of holly.”
“Huh.” Was Dean’s only response.
Sam opened his door and climbed out of the car. “Come on, let’s go say hi.” The others quickly followed him as he made his way to the front door and up the porch steps.
“Bobby! Hey it’s us!” Sam knocked on the door in a special sequence that Bobby taught to the Winchesters as another precautionary measure of identification.
The door opened and slightly but Bobby didn’t open it all the way to let them in. “Here.” He handed out a bottle of water. “Drink it. All of you.”
“Bobby, you gotta go through with these tests every time we see you? It’s us, come on, you know us.”
“Can never be too sure. You boys know that.” Bobby’s gruff demeanor did not break. “Go on, drink it.”
After the safe consumption of holy water by the three of them, Bobby led them into his home. As a final test, each man crossed the line of salt in the doorway and nicked their thumbs with a silver dagger.
“Merry Christmas, Sam, Dean.” He hugged each one of them in turn. “Castiel, nice to see you again.” Bobby nodded at the angel.
Cas stepped up to Bobby and embraced him in a short yet awkward hug. “Merry Christmas, Bobby.”
“Not that I ain’t glad to see you boys, but what are you doing all the way out here” Bobby led them into the kitchen to pass out a few drinks from the fridge.
“We got to talking the other day about Jo and Ellen.” Sam started but he quickly got choked up.
“And we were talking about how this was Jo’s favorite holiday because when her dad was alive he would always come home to spend Christmas with his girls.” Dean continued. “So we thought, well, we thought it would be a good idea to come back here and spend the holiday with you. In honor of them.” By now Dean was a little choked up and teary eyed too. It had after all only been a few weeks since the deaths of Jo and Ellen.
Bobby nodded as he took a seat at the kitchen table. “Made a good choice. You‘re always welcome here. Been too quiet around here ‘round the holidays for too long.”
The men stood around the kitchen in a thoughtful yet awkward silence for a few moments.
“Bobby, I gotta ask. What’s with all the ‘boughs of holly’?” Dean asked. As Bobby led them through the house, he couldn’t help notice that every doorway was decorated with some of the green leaves and red berries.
“Well everyone knows of Santa Clause or Old Saint Nick, right? The jolly old man who comes down the chimney and brings gifts for good boys and girls. Well what everyone should really know about is the more malevolent winter spirit called Hold Nickar. Demands sacrifices during the winter to bring the more mild spring temperatures.” Bobby had his lecturing voice on. “The boughs of holly over every doorway are supposed to scare him away or ward him off.”
Sam and Dean shared a guilty look. “Oh those guys. We took care of them ages ago.” Dean bragged. “Stabbed ‘em to death with their own Christmas tree.”
It was Castiel and Bobby’s turn to share a look. Their’s was of disbelief and astonishment. “You mean you took out the Teutonic pagan god of the winter solstice on your own?” Castiel was amazed.
“Actually there were two of them, but yeah, no big deal. Lost a few finger nails and teeth, but we survived.” Sam and Dean didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. They had taken out many pagan gods before and after that particular hunt.
“So, ijits, why didn’t I know about this before? I’ve been keeping those things over the doorways every winter for the past six years.” On a scale of one to ten, Bobby was only slightly furious with the boys for leaving him out of the loop.
“We had other things to worry about that year, like my deal.” Dean reminded Bobby.
“Right. Well, I’m just glad you boys are alright. Everything I’ve read about the Hold Nickar says he’s one vicious, savage god to piss off.”
“Bobby’s quite right. Hold Nickar was seen as a violent deity, but with the right patronage and sacrifices he would bring a short, mild winter and swift spring.” Cas continued the lecture. “I am also relieved you two did not get seriously hurt.”
“Thanks guys.” Dean raised his bottle. “Cheers, to the swift and violent defeat of vicious pagan gods. ”
The others raised their bottles too. “Cheers.”
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Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The boys have to get supplies for their holiday at Bobby's. Continues the story from Day 4.
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Dean, Castiel.
Note: Spell checked, let me know if there's anything major for me to fix. I did have this ready to post on the 5th but an extreme migrane prevented me from thinking let alone getting online to post this. Sorry.
Written for Day 5 at adventchallenge. Prompt #13 Christmas Card.
The boys decided that to make their Christmas vacation at Bobby’s festive and traditional, they needed gifts and food. However, their cash savings were getting low and they didn’t have any active credit cards they could use. This left cheap food and gifts their only option. Which meant they had to stop by the grocery store in Sioux Falls.
Once parked in the store’s parking lot Dean pulled an old cigar box out from under his seat. He removed the cash within and divvied up twenty bucks for each of them to buy gifts for each other, and split up the rest that would be used for food.
“Here, now I don’t want anyone getting any bright ideas on getting me something special. A six pack and a girlie mag will be just fine. Ok?” Dean wasn’t planning on being a big spender for his brother or his friends, so he didn’t want them to go all out either.
“Of course, Dean. You want Busty Asian Beauties again, or something different.” Sam asked.
“Hmm. Let’s go with something different this year, but keep it classy.”
“You got it.” said Sam with an exaggerated eye roll.
Castiel looked confused. “I have never purchased a gift for anyone before. How am I supposed to know what you want?”
Sam turned around from the front seat. “Well, you don’t have to think too hard about it, Cas. Just think about what someone likes, what he likes to do, what he likes to eat or drink, or maybe something you think he might like, and go from there.” Sam and Dean hadn’t spent much time in the past worrying about Christmas or birthdays. So buying gifts for each other, and occasionally their dad or Bobby, was usually rather simple and inexpensive.
“Don’t sweat it, man. Like I said, a skin mag and beer is usually a good choice for me, and you know Sammy loves his romance novels.”
“Hey!” Sam leaned over and whacked Dean on the back of the head. He turned back to Castiel. “Don’t listen to him. Just go with your gut. Think about likes and dislikes and you’ll be fine.”
Cas still looked confused, but now he also looked determined to get this right. “Ok. Thank you Sam.”
“Alright, that’s settled. We’ll go in and divide and conquer. Sam, you handle getting the side dishes. Bread rolls and whatever green things you want, just remember I won’t be eating any. Cas, can you get the main course? Turkey or ham or what ever you want, just none of that new turducken crap. Tried that one year and my stomach wouldn’t settle down for three days. I will get alcohol and pie. If we’re going to do this holiday stuff, we’re going to do it right. And that means pie, lots of it.”
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Despite the encouragement and directions from the brothers on what gifts he should be looking for, Castiel was completely lost. He didn’t want to encourage Dean’s promiscuity and alcoholism with topless women beer and he didn’t really think that Sam liked romance novels. So he found himself starting from the bottom.
He wandered the isles looking for inspiration. First the bakery, which was promising. He knew Dean liked sweets, but Dean also said he was going to buy a pie, so Castiel didn’t think he could give Dean the same gift he just bought for himself. And Sam was even more difficult. He did find an isle with many books and magazines but most of them looked to be written for little girls or older women.
Finally, in the isle just past the books, Castiel came upon some inspiration in the greeting card section. Specifically, the Christmas cards were what held Castiel’s attention. There were spiritual cards, thoughtful cards and funny cards. Cards with half naked women (and men) on the front. Cards with bows and sparkles. Cards shaped like pickles, cats, cars and beer mugs.
A few with Dean’s type of humor caught his eye at first and then he started seeing a few more with more thoughtful and meaningful messages that he thought Sam or Bobby might enjoy.
“Hey Cas!” Dean was passing by at the end of the isle. His arms were full of many types of beer and alcohol with a few pies balanced delicately on top. “Don’t waste too much time here, you still have to find gifts and something to eat, remember? I’m headed to check out right now and I’ll be out in the car waiting when you’re done.”
“Alright, Dean. I won’t be too long.” Castiel replied.
“Excellent. See you in a few.” Dean took off toward the front of the store where the cashiers were busy with long lines of last minute Christmas shoppers.
Castiel turned back toward the rack of the many multi-colored Christmas cards. He pulled out a few more cards to look at which he thought might suit Bobby and Sam before Castiel made his final decision.
With the perfect Christmas cards for each of his friends in hand, Castiel went in search of some type of meat that would feed four hungry men.
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Title: Deck the Halls
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Once the boys arrive at Bobby's they discover he's already started decorating. Story continues from Day 5.
Characters/pairing: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Bobby. None atm.
Note: Spell checked and fact checked. I tried to look up boughs of holly and Hold Nicar as much as possible, and I did a little of Supernatural's usual fudging of the facts and making up something new. But if something is truly wrong let me know.
Written for Day 6 at adventchallenge. Prompt #5 - Boughs of Holly.
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“What the heck is all that green stuff?” Were the first words out of Dean’s mouth as soon he pulled the Impala up in front of Bobby’s house.
Cas leaned forward between Sam and Dean. “It appears to be a bough of holly.”
“Huh.” Was Dean’s only response.
Sam opened his door and climbed out of the car. “Come on, let’s go say hi.” The others quickly followed him as he made his way to the front door and up the porch steps.
“Bobby! Hey it’s us!” Sam knocked on the door in a special sequence that Bobby taught to the Winchesters as another precautionary measure of identification.
The door opened and slightly but Bobby didn’t open it all the way to let them in. “Here.” He handed out a bottle of water. “Drink it. All of you.”
“Bobby, you gotta go through with these tests every time we see you? It’s us, come on, you know us.”
“Can never be too sure. You boys know that.” Bobby’s gruff demeanor did not break. “Go on, drink it.”
After the safe consumption of holy water by the three of them, Bobby led them into his home. As a final test, each man crossed the line of salt in the doorway and nicked their thumbs with a silver dagger.
“Merry Christmas, Sam, Dean.” He hugged each one of them in turn. “Castiel, nice to see you again.” Bobby nodded at the angel.
Cas stepped up to Bobby and embraced him in a short yet awkward hug. “Merry Christmas, Bobby.”
“Not that I ain’t glad to see you boys, but what are you doing all the way out here” Bobby led them into the kitchen to pass out a few drinks from the fridge.
“We got to talking the other day about Jo and Ellen.” Sam started but he quickly got choked up.
“And we were talking about how this was Jo’s favorite holiday because when her dad was alive he would always come home to spend Christmas with his girls.” Dean continued. “So we thought, well, we thought it would be a good idea to come back here and spend the holiday with you. In honor of them.” By now Dean was a little choked up and teary eyed too. It had after all only been a few weeks since the deaths of Jo and Ellen.
Bobby nodded as he took a seat at the kitchen table. “Made a good choice. You‘re always welcome here. Been too quiet around here ‘round the holidays for too long.”
The men stood around the kitchen in a thoughtful yet awkward silence for a few moments.
“Bobby, I gotta ask. What’s with all the ‘boughs of holly’?” Dean asked. As Bobby led them through the house, he couldn’t help notice that every doorway was decorated with some of the green leaves and red berries.
“Well everyone knows of Santa Clause or Old Saint Nick, right? The jolly old man who comes down the chimney and brings gifts for good boys and girls. Well what everyone should really know about is the more malevolent winter spirit called Hold Nickar. Demands sacrifices during the winter to bring the more mild spring temperatures.” Bobby had his lecturing voice on. “The boughs of holly over every doorway are supposed to scare him away or ward him off.”
Sam and Dean shared a guilty look. “Oh those guys. We took care of them ages ago.” Dean bragged. “Stabbed ‘em to death with their own Christmas tree.”
It was Castiel and Bobby’s turn to share a look. Their’s was of disbelief and astonishment. “You mean you took out the Teutonic pagan god of the winter solstice on your own?” Castiel was amazed.
“Actually there were two of them, but yeah, no big deal. Lost a few finger nails and teeth, but we survived.” Sam and Dean didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. They had taken out many pagan gods before and after that particular hunt.
“So, ijits, why didn’t I know about this before? I’ve been keeping those things over the doorways every winter for the past six years.” On a scale of one to ten, Bobby was only slightly furious with the boys for leaving him out of the loop.
“We had other things to worry about that year, like my deal.” Dean reminded Bobby.
“Right. Well, I’m just glad you boys are alright. Everything I’ve read about the Hold Nickar says he’s one vicious, savage god to piss off.”
“Bobby’s quite right. Hold Nickar was seen as a violent deity, but with the right patronage and sacrifices he would bring a short, mild winter and swift spring.” Cas continued the lecture. “I am also relieved you two did not get seriously hurt.”
“Thanks guys.” Dean raised his bottle. “Cheers, to the swift and violent defeat of vicious pagan gods. ”
The others raised their bottles too. “Cheers.”
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