The 12 Days of Christmas - The Winchester Remix Part 8
Title: The 12 Days of Christmas - The Winchester Remix
Author: solara1357
Artist: clover71
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: slight Chuck/Becky. Sam, Dean, Bobby, Castiel, John, Ellen, Jo, Gabriel, Crowley, Tessa, Chuck, Becky, Michael, Raphael, Anna, Zachariah, and OCs.
Warnings: Crack!fic, slight spoilers for season five, language, mentions of sexual situations
Rating: PG-13
Beta(s): novakev, gluisa88, auntmo9
Current Word Count: 3659
Summary: During the 12 days of Christmas, someone starts sending Sam and Dean the most unusual gifts. Basically, a Supernatural/Christmas parody.
Fic Masterpost
On the eighth day of Christmas the apocalypse gave to me . . .
At dawn on the eighth day, eight women materialized in the kitchen. One of them walked forward and addressed the room.
“Hi. Sorry to pop in like this, but we’re here to see a Sam and Dean Winchester?”
Dean, being the manwhore he is, walked forward with his best smile on his face. “I’m Dean. Who might all of you be?”
“I’m Alice and these are my coven sisters Anne, Helena, Kassandra, Isobel, Margaret, Morgan, Mary, and Alexandra. A mutual friend of ours, Crowley, asked us to come here as part of a Christmas prank.” The witch named Alice told them.
“Coven sister? All of you are witches?” Sam asked, a smirk on his face.
“Oh yes. Are you Sam?” Helena, the brunette witch on the left of Alice, asked.
Sam glanced at Dean before answering. “Yeah. Nice to meet all of you. So Crowley just dumped you here?”
“Thanks for reminding me, I’d almost forgotten. We won’t be here long. Once we give you a blessing for good luck, Crowley is going to send us home.” Alice said.
The witches began chanting. The language sounded like a chorus of dying cats. It grated heavily on everyone’s hearing. Thankfully they were finished after a few minutes.
“Well, goodbye and happy holidays!” Alice said as she and the other witches waved goodbye. They disappeared a moment later.
“So you’re into witches now?” Sam said, smirking at Dean.
“Shut it. It looks like your theory on us getting useful presents was a bust. Seriously, what use are a bunch of witches?”
“You’re just pissed off that you tried to flirt with a witch. No need to take it out on the rest of us.” Sam told his older brother.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
. . . Eight witches a spelling,
Part 9
Author: solara1357
Artist: clover71
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: slight Chuck/Becky. Sam, Dean, Bobby, Castiel, John, Ellen, Jo, Gabriel, Crowley, Tessa, Chuck, Becky, Michael, Raphael, Anna, Zachariah, and OCs.
Warnings: Crack!fic, slight spoilers for season five, language, mentions of sexual situations
Rating: PG-13
Beta(s): novakev, gluisa88, auntmo9
Current Word Count: 3659
Summary: During the 12 days of Christmas, someone starts sending Sam and Dean the most unusual gifts. Basically, a Supernatural/Christmas parody.
Fic Masterpost
On the eighth day of Christmas the apocalypse gave to me . . .
At dawn on the eighth day, eight women materialized in the kitchen. One of them walked forward and addressed the room.
“Hi. Sorry to pop in like this, but we’re here to see a Sam and Dean Winchester?”
Dean, being the manwhore he is, walked forward with his best smile on his face. “I’m Dean. Who might all of you be?”
“I’m Alice and these are my coven sisters Anne, Helena, Kassandra, Isobel, Margaret, Morgan, Mary, and Alexandra. A mutual friend of ours, Crowley, asked us to come here as part of a Christmas prank.” The witch named Alice told them.
“Coven sister? All of you are witches?” Sam asked, a smirk on his face.
“Oh yes. Are you Sam?” Helena, the brunette witch on the left of Alice, asked.
Sam glanced at Dean before answering. “Yeah. Nice to meet all of you. So Crowley just dumped you here?”
“Thanks for reminding me, I’d almost forgotten. We won’t be here long. Once we give you a blessing for good luck, Crowley is going to send us home.” Alice said.
The witches began chanting. The language sounded like a chorus of dying cats. It grated heavily on everyone’s hearing. Thankfully they were finished after a few minutes.
“Well, goodbye and happy holidays!” Alice said as she and the other witches waved goodbye. They disappeared a moment later.
“So you’re into witches now?” Sam said, smirking at Dean.
“Shut it. It looks like your theory on us getting useful presents was a bust. Seriously, what use are a bunch of witches?”
“You’re just pissed off that you tried to flirt with a witch. No need to take it out on the rest of us.” Sam told his older brother.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
. . . Eight witches a spelling,
Part 9