Snow angels and werewolves...a Winchester Christmas
A quick fic for anyone hanging around on LJ for Christmas eve. I was going to do a drabble a day in the lead up to Christmas but that didn't end up happening. I had a hour or two to kill this afternoon so decided to do a vaguely Christmasy fic...so merry Christmas to everyone, hope you all have a good holiday.
Title: Snow angels and werewolves...a Winchester Christmas
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Dean, Castiel
Word Count: ~1,100
Summary: Dean was cold, bleeding and alone, it was a really crap way to spend Christmas, or was it?
“Well that’s just great,” Dean mumbled to himself as he brushed irritably at the snowflakes settling in his hair.
He trudged on as he grumbled to himself. “Just a simple werewolf hunt, no trouble at all he says.”
The snow started to fall thicker, his footsteps becoming visible now in the soft covering of white on the ground. He stumbled, holding his left shoulder uncomfortably stiff as he winced in pain.
The werewolf had left a deep gash on his shoulder blade. He tried to reach over his shoulder to feel if it was still bleeding. He could feel warm stickiness through his shirt. His fingers were damp with fresh blood when he pulled them away. He rubbed them on his jeans roughly as his irritation continued to grow. The denim caught painfully on his almost numb fingers. He cupped his hands to his mouth and blew on them in a futile attempt to warm them.
Bobby and Sam were back nice and warm in Sioux Falls. For the umpteenth time he cursed his luck at being the closest hunter to the werewolf attacks. ‘Come on Dean, think of it as spreading some Christmas cheer’ his brother had said. So he had come alone to take care of the werewolf on his way back to spend Christmas with his brother and Bobby.
“I’ll spread some cheer when I get back” he said out loud, taking comfort in the thought of slugging his oversized brother one when he got back to Bobby’s. Which knowing his luck wouldn’t be for days. He still had a few miles to walk back to his car. As the snow continued to fall it would take him hours to reach it, longer if he kept bleeding and getting colder and stiffer.
“Hunting things, saving people, getting our arses handed to us by random monsters, we sure got the life Sammy.”
He kept talking to himself to try and take his mind of the spreading numbness in his fingers and feet. Not to mention the aching pain in his shoulder.
“Could be sitting in front of a log fire drinking eggnog, or better yet Maui, hmm bikinis, yeah Maui could be awesome. Who the hell wishes for a white Christmas?”
“Yep next Christmas we’re going to Maui. Who knows maybe even Sammy can get laid there, though they probably got libraries in Maui. Don’t know what it is with that kid and books.”
He tripped over a snow covered clump of grass, falling to his knees. “Fuck it,” he muttered through clenched teeth as he felt the wound open up further, he could feel the blood running down his back now.
He couldn’t reach it to do anything to stem the flow. He bowed his head for a moment, stubbornly getting back to his feet despite the pain. The only way he was getting out of here was if he kept walking. One foot in front of the other. He could manage that. Surely even Dean Winchester couldn’t screw up walking he thought.
He walked another few hundred meters when he started to notice black spots floating amongst the falling snow. It took him a minute to realise that it wasn’t something flying about in the snow, but that his vision was starting to blur from the combined effects of blood loss and probable hypothermia.
One foot in front of the other. He closed his eyes briefly against the pain. It took him another few minutes to realise he wasn’t walking any more, but slumped in the snow. He tried to force his brain to keep working a bit longer. It was all so hard though, and strangely enough the snow actually felt kinda warm, probably not a good sign.
He forced his eyes open. He could see a dark shadow coming through the snow. Great, now he was hallucinating. He stared at the shadow for a moment before his vision cleared enough for him to discern that it wasn’t a shadow, but a figure. Not just a figure, an angel.
He looked up at Castiel with a crooked grin. Snowflakes coated the angel’s shoulders, more had settled in his hair, the white flakes in stark contrast to his dark hair.
“Hey look, it’s a snow angel.”
The angel tilted his head in that familiar way that seemed to warm Dean from the inside out.
“Never mind.”
Castiel reached a hand down and helped Dean to his feet. Dean stumbled and reached his hand out to grasp the angel's shoulder to stop himself from collapsing in an undignified heap again. Castiel eyes noted the alarmingly large blood stain on Dean’s back. He reached out his hand and gently traced his fingers along the wound. Without thinking, Dean eased into the angel’s touch slightly as the pain disappeared.
“Thanks Cas.”
“You should have called,” Castiel chastised, thankful he had felt the hunter’s pain and arrived in time to save him.
The angel’s hand remained on his shoulder. Dean could feel warmth spread from it and flood through his entire body.
“I assume you won’t mind if I teleport us out of here?” Castiel asked.
“Go for it.” Dean replied, though before he got the words out they were standing next to the Impala.
Snow had collected on the hood and roof, Dean quickly cleared it off, muttering an apology to his baby for the inconvenience. Castiel stood watching, his head tilted yet again at Dean’s willingness to show the vehicle his affection when he had so much trouble doing it with people he loved.
Dean slid into the driver’s seat, shivering again in the ice cold air. He looked out to where Castiel was still standing in the snow.
“Hey,” he called out before the angel could disappear. “You know it’s a long drive back to Bobby’s, if you got nothing better to do, you could help keep me awake?”
Castiel stood looking at Dean for a moment, his lips twitching slightly at Dean’s inability to simply say he enjoyed his company. He disappeared and reappeared in the passenger seat.
“You know I really got teach you how to use doors,” Dean said fondly.
Castiel returned his look, his lips twitching again, “I should really teach you to call me and not to go hunting on your own.”
“And take away your chance to come swooping in like a big damn hero, never,” Dean replied with a grin.
Dean said a silent prayer as he turned the key, the engine hummed to life despite the cold. He noticed that the interior of the car was suddenly much warmer too. Hell, maybe it wasn’t such a bad Christmas after all. One dead werewolf, a snow angel that doubled as a heater, and company for the road trip home. Who needs Maui.
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Title: Snow angels and werewolves...a Winchester Christmas
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Dean, Castiel
Word Count: ~1,100
Summary: Dean was cold, bleeding and alone, it was a really crap way to spend Christmas, or was it?
“Well that’s just great,” Dean mumbled to himself as he brushed irritably at the snowflakes settling in his hair.
He trudged on as he grumbled to himself. “Just a simple werewolf hunt, no trouble at all he says.”
The snow started to fall thicker, his footsteps becoming visible now in the soft covering of white on the ground. He stumbled, holding his left shoulder uncomfortably stiff as he winced in pain.
The werewolf had left a deep gash on his shoulder blade. He tried to reach over his shoulder to feel if it was still bleeding. He could feel warm stickiness through his shirt. His fingers were damp with fresh blood when he pulled them away. He rubbed them on his jeans roughly as his irritation continued to grow. The denim caught painfully on his almost numb fingers. He cupped his hands to his mouth and blew on them in a futile attempt to warm them.
Bobby and Sam were back nice and warm in Sioux Falls. For the umpteenth time he cursed his luck at being the closest hunter to the werewolf attacks. ‘Come on Dean, think of it as spreading some Christmas cheer’ his brother had said. So he had come alone to take care of the werewolf on his way back to spend Christmas with his brother and Bobby.
“I’ll spread some cheer when I get back” he said out loud, taking comfort in the thought of slugging his oversized brother one when he got back to Bobby’s. Which knowing his luck wouldn’t be for days. He still had a few miles to walk back to his car. As the snow continued to fall it would take him hours to reach it, longer if he kept bleeding and getting colder and stiffer.
“Hunting things, saving people, getting our arses handed to us by random monsters, we sure got the life Sammy.”
He kept talking to himself to try and take his mind of the spreading numbness in his fingers and feet. Not to mention the aching pain in his shoulder.
“Could be sitting in front of a log fire drinking eggnog, or better yet Maui, hmm bikinis, yeah Maui could be awesome. Who the hell wishes for a white Christmas?”
“Yep next Christmas we’re going to Maui. Who knows maybe even Sammy can get laid there, though they probably got libraries in Maui. Don’t know what it is with that kid and books.”
He tripped over a snow covered clump of grass, falling to his knees. “Fuck it,” he muttered through clenched teeth as he felt the wound open up further, he could feel the blood running down his back now.
He couldn’t reach it to do anything to stem the flow. He bowed his head for a moment, stubbornly getting back to his feet despite the pain. The only way he was getting out of here was if he kept walking. One foot in front of the other. He could manage that. Surely even Dean Winchester couldn’t screw up walking he thought.
He walked another few hundred meters when he started to notice black spots floating amongst the falling snow. It took him a minute to realise that it wasn’t something flying about in the snow, but that his vision was starting to blur from the combined effects of blood loss and probable hypothermia.
One foot in front of the other. He closed his eyes briefly against the pain. It took him another few minutes to realise he wasn’t walking any more, but slumped in the snow. He tried to force his brain to keep working a bit longer. It was all so hard though, and strangely enough the snow actually felt kinda warm, probably not a good sign.
He forced his eyes open. He could see a dark shadow coming through the snow. Great, now he was hallucinating. He stared at the shadow for a moment before his vision cleared enough for him to discern that it wasn’t a shadow, but a figure. Not just a figure, an angel.
He looked up at Castiel with a crooked grin. Snowflakes coated the angel’s shoulders, more had settled in his hair, the white flakes in stark contrast to his dark hair.
“Hey look, it’s a snow angel.”
The angel tilted his head in that familiar way that seemed to warm Dean from the inside out.
“Never mind.”
Castiel reached a hand down and helped Dean to his feet. Dean stumbled and reached his hand out to grasp the angel's shoulder to stop himself from collapsing in an undignified heap again. Castiel eyes noted the alarmingly large blood stain on Dean’s back. He reached out his hand and gently traced his fingers along the wound. Without thinking, Dean eased into the angel’s touch slightly as the pain disappeared.
“Thanks Cas.”
“You should have called,” Castiel chastised, thankful he had felt the hunter’s pain and arrived in time to save him.
The angel’s hand remained on his shoulder. Dean could feel warmth spread from it and flood through his entire body.
“I assume you won’t mind if I teleport us out of here?” Castiel asked.
“Go for it.” Dean replied, though before he got the words out they were standing next to the Impala.
Snow had collected on the hood and roof, Dean quickly cleared it off, muttering an apology to his baby for the inconvenience. Castiel stood watching, his head tilted yet again at Dean’s willingness to show the vehicle his affection when he had so much trouble doing it with people he loved.
Dean slid into the driver’s seat, shivering again in the ice cold air. He looked out to where Castiel was still standing in the snow.
“Hey,” he called out before the angel could disappear. “You know it’s a long drive back to Bobby’s, if you got nothing better to do, you could help keep me awake?”
Castiel stood looking at Dean for a moment, his lips twitching slightly at Dean’s inability to simply say he enjoyed his company. He disappeared and reappeared in the passenger seat.
“You know I really got teach you how to use doors,” Dean said fondly.
Castiel returned his look, his lips twitching again, “I should really teach you to call me and not to go hunting on your own.”
“And take away your chance to come swooping in like a big damn hero, never,” Dean replied with a grin.
Dean said a silent prayer as he turned the key, the engine hummed to life despite the cold. He noticed that the interior of the car was suddenly much warmer too. Hell, maybe it wasn’t such a bad Christmas after all. One dead werewolf, a snow angel that doubled as a heater, and company for the road trip home. Who needs Maui.
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