Holiday commentfic
MASTERPOST:
READ ALL THE FICTION
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Sam/Dean have amnesia and the rest is wincestory. for mdlaw
Becky helps Sam and Dean, and in return demands that Sam has to play her bf. Dean doesn't like it. at all. for cristo-nara
♥ a little expansion on the last scene of A Very Supernatural Christmas for lavishsqualor
Death crashes the Singer-Winchester Christmas party. for peachpai
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READ ALL THE FICTION
FILLS:
Sam/Dean have amnesia and the rest is wincestory. for mdlaw
Becky helps Sam and Dean, and in return demands that Sam has to play her bf. Dean doesn't like it. at all. for cristo-nara
♥ a little expansion on the last scene of A Very Supernatural Christmas for lavishsqualor
Death crashes the Singer-Winchester Christmas party. for peachpai
( Read more... )
The final present on the table is wrapped in red paper with a yellow bow.
"The color combination reminded me of Burger King," Death says. Dean swallows. Death taps the box with his cane. "Aren't you going to see what's inside?"
Dean rips off the paper and then cracks open the box, which is a jewelry box, it so happens. Inside...well. Inside is a ring.
He stares into the box. “I don't know whether to be honored or freaked out.”
“I remember how much you enjoyed your little foray into my line of business,” Death tells him. “This one's not quite the same, but it's bound to be interesting.”
"Well, that's not scary at all,” Dean croaks out.
“It's quite valuable, Dean. Most people would be gracious.”
Dean closes the box and puts it in his pocket. “I mean, great, it-it's really something. Thanks, Death."
Death looks pleased. "Yes, well. I thought you'd enjoy that."
The table is quiet. Crowley joins them. They eat.
Death and Crowley make what they might think to be polite mealtime conversation, but really it's all ominous and sends Sam and Dean, and probably Bobby's, skin crawling.
“The souls I sent this morning,” Death tells Crowley around a bite of hotdog. “I trust they were to your liking.”
Crowley swirls his drink and smiles. “As much as one could go in for a rag tag group of murders and adulterers, yes.”
The mountain road is almost snowed in by the time they finish lunch, but Crowley makes a booze run and returns with good scotch that he puts calmly at Bobby's elbow. It has Bobby tugging at his hat and muttering something embarrassed and pleased, and Sam is squinting between the two of them. Dean just says lunch was good and grabs Sam by the collar to go shovel off the porch.
Death hangs around until a reasonable hour, just as the light is dying, and thankfully doesn't ask to crash on the couch or anything. The whole thing leaves them with a bad taste in their mouth but a feeling of freaky comradery, Bobby inexplicably alive, Sam with legos, and Dean with a ring heavy in the bottom of his duffel. Christmas happens.
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in other news, this is hilarious.
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