Cross-posted from the 12 days of Ficmas
Title: Apple Cider Blues
Author: kira
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, various unnamed characters
Word count: 617
Rating: PG
Summary: Apple cider is not a refreshment…
Author’s note: This is unbetaed so any mistakes are my own.
Author’s note 2: This was written for a prompt, given to me by Kat, where Sam & Dean end up at a “dry” Christmas event.
Author’s note 3: This was also written for the 12 days of Ficmas.
For Vexed…
Dean wandered over to the refreshment table. In need of a beer after taking care of the ghost that haunted the church’s small cemetery, he groaned softly at the jugs of lemonade, ice tea, and apple cider. He wanted to go to the bar down the road, but Castiel had insisted they stay for services, after he and Sam rescued the Baby Jesus from a bunch a kids outside. Dean sighed softly and reached for one of the red cups that were set out.
“I wonder if they realize what a sin it is to pour anything other than beer in these,” he muttered to himself. Dean picked up one of the jugs of apple cider and poured himself a cup. Apple cider has alcohol in it, right? Dean drank some. He so wanted to spit it out as it tasted like pulpy apple juice, but he bravely swallowed instead. He looked around for Sam and Cas, only to spot them surrounded by grandmotherly church lady types. Oh hell!
Dean tried hard not to grimace as he drank the cider. He even managed to politely nod in all the right places, while listening with half an ear to a sweet little old lady ramble on and on about God knew what. Who knew the house of our Lord could be Hell on earth? he thought as a rueful smile tugged the corners of lips upwards. The little old lady tittered coquettishly at him, before moving on.
“Having fun?”
“Sammy!” Dean turned to face him. “I’ve gotta get the hell outta here!”
“Language, Dean,” Sam hissed at him. He smiled at the woman, who dragged her giggling kids away from them and the refreshment table.
“Sammy, this place is killing me. They don’t have anything to drink! It’s sacrilege, I tell ya! Sacrilege!” Dean waved his cup of cider in his younger brother’s face. “Just this shit!”
“Not so loud!” Sam frowned. “Dean, we’re in a Baptist church and these people take things seriously,” he said, hoping Dean would understand.
“Sammy, church people tend to take things seriously, but what has that got to do with no alcohol? Who ever heard of a refreshment table for adults with no ‘refreshments’?!”
Sam heaved a long suffering sigh. He rubbed tiredly at his temples with one hand. “Dean, finish your lemonade.”
“It’s apple cider.”
“Whatever it is, just finish it so we can go. I’ll go get Cas.”
“Okay,” Dean said when it hit him. “Sammy, we still got that bottle of JD in the trunk?”
“I think so, why?”
“I was thinking, maybe I could give them a Christmas present?” Dean grinned.
“No. Just NO, Dean.” Sam grabbed his brother’s arm and hurried them both towards Castiel. “Let’s go, Cas.”
“Uh, okay.” Castiel frowned. These were nice people and they had the same level of respect for God that he did. What could be so terrible, unless… No, they had put that ghost to rest… Mentally shrugging, Castiel followed the Winchesters out to the car.
Dean got in the driver’s seat. He put the key in the ignition and started the Impala. “Oh, Baby, that was the-”
“Best hunt ever!” Castiel called out from the backseat. “We put that ghost to rest, saved the Baby Jesus, and attended services.”
“Uh, yeah…” Dean said.
“It was nice. The last time I went to midnight mass was with Jess…” Sam said.
Dean nodded. “Merry Christmas, Sammy, Cas.”
“Merry Christmas, Dean,” they chorused.
Dean grinned and turned on the radio. Christmas music was playing on the only station Baby could get. Dean got them to sing along as they headed down the road in search of place to stay for the night.
Author: kira
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, various unnamed characters
Word count: 617
Rating: PG
Summary: Apple cider is not a refreshment…
Author’s note: This is unbetaed so any mistakes are my own.
Author’s note 2: This was written for a prompt, given to me by Kat, where Sam & Dean end up at a “dry” Christmas event.
Author’s note 3: This was also written for the 12 days of Ficmas.
For Vexed…
Dean wandered over to the refreshment table. In need of a beer after taking care of the ghost that haunted the church’s small cemetery, he groaned softly at the jugs of lemonade, ice tea, and apple cider. He wanted to go to the bar down the road, but Castiel had insisted they stay for services, after he and Sam rescued the Baby Jesus from a bunch a kids outside. Dean sighed softly and reached for one of the red cups that were set out.
“I wonder if they realize what a sin it is to pour anything other than beer in these,” he muttered to himself. Dean picked up one of the jugs of apple cider and poured himself a cup. Apple cider has alcohol in it, right? Dean drank some. He so wanted to spit it out as it tasted like pulpy apple juice, but he bravely swallowed instead. He looked around for Sam and Cas, only to spot them surrounded by grandmotherly church lady types. Oh hell!
Dean tried hard not to grimace as he drank the cider. He even managed to politely nod in all the right places, while listening with half an ear to a sweet little old lady ramble on and on about God knew what. Who knew the house of our Lord could be Hell on earth? he thought as a rueful smile tugged the corners of lips upwards. The little old lady tittered coquettishly at him, before moving on.
“Having fun?”
“Sammy!” Dean turned to face him. “I’ve gotta get the hell outta here!”
“Language, Dean,” Sam hissed at him. He smiled at the woman, who dragged her giggling kids away from them and the refreshment table.
“Sammy, this place is killing me. They don’t have anything to drink! It’s sacrilege, I tell ya! Sacrilege!” Dean waved his cup of cider in his younger brother’s face. “Just this shit!”
“Not so loud!” Sam frowned. “Dean, we’re in a Baptist church and these people take things seriously,” he said, hoping Dean would understand.
“Sammy, church people tend to take things seriously, but what has that got to do with no alcohol? Who ever heard of a refreshment table for adults with no ‘refreshments’?!”
Sam heaved a long suffering sigh. He rubbed tiredly at his temples with one hand. “Dean, finish your lemonade.”
“It’s apple cider.”
“Whatever it is, just finish it so we can go. I’ll go get Cas.”
“Okay,” Dean said when it hit him. “Sammy, we still got that bottle of JD in the trunk?”
“I think so, why?”
“I was thinking, maybe I could give them a Christmas present?” Dean grinned.
“No. Just NO, Dean.” Sam grabbed his brother’s arm and hurried them both towards Castiel. “Let’s go, Cas.”
“Uh, okay.” Castiel frowned. These were nice people and they had the same level of respect for God that he did. What could be so terrible, unless… No, they had put that ghost to rest… Mentally shrugging, Castiel followed the Winchesters out to the car.
Dean got in the driver’s seat. He put the key in the ignition and started the Impala. “Oh, Baby, that was the-”
“Best hunt ever!” Castiel called out from the backseat. “We put that ghost to rest, saved the Baby Jesus, and attended services.”
“Uh, yeah…” Dean said.
“It was nice. The last time I went to midnight mass was with Jess…” Sam said.
Dean nodded. “Merry Christmas, Sammy, Cas.”
“Merry Christmas, Dean,” they chorused.
Dean grinned and turned on the radio. Christmas music was playing on the only station Baby could get. Dean got them to sing along as they headed down the road in search of place to stay for the night.