Crowley's Christmas Fic Exchange: The Consequences of Free Samples for Candygramme
And so it begins! I'll be posting a fanwork every day of the holidays, and Dizzo has instructed me to say enjoy your gifts and don't forget to leave lots of love and appreciation to the creators!
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Wishing you all much merriment for the festering festive season!
Toodles x
Title: The Consequences of Free Samples
Recipient: candygramme
Author: kingstoken
Original Prompt: There's a Christmas Market in town. That guy roasting the chestnuts looks awfully familiar, and the chestnuts themselves are having a truly weird effect on everyone that eats them...
Warnings: Mild Drug Use
Characters: Sam, Dean, Crowley
Rating: T
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 748
Summary: Sam and Dean investigate a case at a Christmas Market, and Dean eats something he shouldn't.
Sam dropped into the seat opposite Dean.
“Anything?”
“Nada. Maybe Garth was wrong about his one, everything looks nauseatingly joyful and festive around here, like seriously, it looks like Kris Kringle exploded all over this place.” Garth had gotten word from one of his contacts that some strange things were going on in this picturesque Michigan town, so he'd asked Sam and Dean to check it out. Currently they were at the local Christmas Market, but after a thorough search, they had found no trace of the supernatural. A young blonde woman, carrying a tray of bags, dropped a small sack of roasted chestnuts at their table.
“I'm sorry, we didn't order these” said Sam.
“It's a free sample, if you'd like more you can find us at the cart at the end of the plaza.”
Sam put a chestnut into his mouth, and made a face.
“What?” asked Dean “I thought you loved all that tree related stuff.”
“I do, but these have some sort of coating.”
Dean grabbed one and popped it into his mouth.
“Oh wow, these are really good, they're sweet.”
“You can have the rest of them if you want” said Sam, passing Dean the bag. After that Sam pulled out his laptop to review their notes, while Dean continued to chow down on the nuts.
“You know, I hope this isn't another pagan gods situation like we had that one Christmas” said Sam. Dean laughed, but it wasn't like one of his short chuckles, this was a full on guffaw.
“Dean, it wasn't that funny, we almost died.” That seemed to set him off into a string of uncontrollable giggles.
“Dean are you drunk?” Dean tried to pull himself together.
“No, I... I only had one beer with lunch.” But by then Sam started to notice that everyone around them was acting strange as well, laughing hysterically, making faces, and being loud. Everyone who had also gotten free chestnuts.
“Dean how many of the nuts did you eat?” Dean held the bag upside down to show Sam they were all gone.
“That's not good” said Sam. He looked over towards the cart the girl had mentioned.
“Dean, does the guy over at the chestnut cart look familiar to you?” Dean swung his head around to take a gander.
Hey it's... it's that guy we know, that always wears suits.”
“Crowley, Dean, it's Crowley.” Sam got up, Dean tried to join him, but his legs seemed to be having other ideas.
“Whoa.” Sam put an arm around Dean's waist to help keep him steady, then they made the slow trudge over to the other side of the plaza. Crowley saw their wobbly approach, and simply watched, with his shit eating grin.
“Hello Boys.”
“What the hell are you playing at Crowley? This some kind of weird new way for you to obtain souls?”
“Not that's it's any of your business, but no. It's best not to make a deal with someone who is inebriated, they could try and contest the contract.”
“Really?”
“I said they could try, they won't win of course. Still, best not to muddy the waters. Now this, this is for my own amusement.”
“Cro-, Crow-, Man, not cool man.”
“I see Dean partook of the snacks” said Crowley with a smirk.
“Crowley, undo this right now.”
“Or you'll what?”
“I'll shove an angel blade into you.”
“Oh, promises, promises. I might be tempted to take you up on it, just to see how you manage it while also keeping your brother vertical.”
“Don't underestimate me, Crowley.”
“Relax, Moose, it should wear off in a few hours.”
“A few hours?! Wait, what do you mean should?”
“You and squirrel have fun now” said Crowley, snapping his fingers and disappearing, just before Sam and Dean got close enough to grab him.
“Crowley!”
“Je-, Jer-, Ass.” said Dean.
“He sure is.”
“Sammy, I need to lie down.”
“Okay, lets get you back to the car.”
xxxxx
end
Ugh, excuse me. I'm going to take a shower now. I feel dirty.
Wishing you all much merriment for the festering festive season!
Toodles x
Title: The Consequences of Free Samples
Recipient: candygramme
Author: kingstoken
Original Prompt: There's a Christmas Market in town. That guy roasting the chestnuts looks awfully familiar, and the chestnuts themselves are having a truly weird effect on everyone that eats them...
Warnings: Mild Drug Use
Characters: Sam, Dean, Crowley
Rating: T
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 748
Summary: Sam and Dean investigate a case at a Christmas Market, and Dean eats something he shouldn't.
Sam dropped into the seat opposite Dean.
“Anything?”
“Nada. Maybe Garth was wrong about his one, everything looks nauseatingly joyful and festive around here, like seriously, it looks like Kris Kringle exploded all over this place.” Garth had gotten word from one of his contacts that some strange things were going on in this picturesque Michigan town, so he'd asked Sam and Dean to check it out. Currently they were at the local Christmas Market, but after a thorough search, they had found no trace of the supernatural. A young blonde woman, carrying a tray of bags, dropped a small sack of roasted chestnuts at their table.
“I'm sorry, we didn't order these” said Sam.
“It's a free sample, if you'd like more you can find us at the cart at the end of the plaza.”
Sam put a chestnut into his mouth, and made a face.
“What?” asked Dean “I thought you loved all that tree related stuff.”
“I do, but these have some sort of coating.”
Dean grabbed one and popped it into his mouth.
“Oh wow, these are really good, they're sweet.”
“You can have the rest of them if you want” said Sam, passing Dean the bag. After that Sam pulled out his laptop to review their notes, while Dean continued to chow down on the nuts.
“You know, I hope this isn't another pagan gods situation like we had that one Christmas” said Sam. Dean laughed, but it wasn't like one of his short chuckles, this was a full on guffaw.
“Dean, it wasn't that funny, we almost died.” That seemed to set him off into a string of uncontrollable giggles.
“Dean are you drunk?” Dean tried to pull himself together.
“No, I... I only had one beer with lunch.” But by then Sam started to notice that everyone around them was acting strange as well, laughing hysterically, making faces, and being loud. Everyone who had also gotten free chestnuts.
“Dean how many of the nuts did you eat?” Dean held the bag upside down to show Sam they were all gone.
“That's not good” said Sam. He looked over towards the cart the girl had mentioned.
“Dean, does the guy over at the chestnut cart look familiar to you?” Dean swung his head around to take a gander.
Hey it's... it's that guy we know, that always wears suits.”
“Crowley, Dean, it's Crowley.” Sam got up, Dean tried to join him, but his legs seemed to be having other ideas.
“Whoa.” Sam put an arm around Dean's waist to help keep him steady, then they made the slow trudge over to the other side of the plaza. Crowley saw their wobbly approach, and simply watched, with his shit eating grin.
“Hello Boys.”
“What the hell are you playing at Crowley? This some kind of weird new way for you to obtain souls?”
“Not that's it's any of your business, but no. It's best not to make a deal with someone who is inebriated, they could try and contest the contract.”
“Really?”
“I said they could try, they won't win of course. Still, best not to muddy the waters. Now this, this is for my own amusement.”
“Cro-, Crow-, Man, not cool man.”
“I see Dean partook of the snacks” said Crowley with a smirk.
“Crowley, undo this right now.”
“Or you'll what?”
“I'll shove an angel blade into you.”
“Oh, promises, promises. I might be tempted to take you up on it, just to see how you manage it while also keeping your brother vertical.”
“Don't underestimate me, Crowley.”
“Relax, Moose, it should wear off in a few hours.”
“A few hours?! Wait, what do you mean should?”
“You and squirrel have fun now” said Crowley, snapping his fingers and disappearing, just before Sam and Dean got close enough to grab him.
“Crowley!”
“Je-, Jer-, Ass.” said Dean.
“He sure is.”
“Sammy, I need to lie down.”
“Okay, lets get you back to the car.”
xxxxx
end