12 Days of Christmas Challenge - Day 6
Today's challenge is:
schmoop (numerology has six meaning love, harmony, and non-judgmental caring)
So, here's a bit of schmoopy goodness ...
FLEECE AND QUIET
Genre: Schmoop/Family
Rating: K
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 200
Both brothers have a secret ... two related drabbles from each brother's POV.
Dean would never admit it; oh no, Alastair himself couldn't extract the truth …
But when Dean was sick, there was only one place he wanted to be.
It was big, blue and snuggly; it swamped him, enveloping him like comforting arms, he could curl up inside it. It soothed his ills and smelt of Sam.
Wiping his dripping nose along the sleeve, coughing and spluttering, he moaned and bitched because Sam was laughing; he had a rep to maintain after all - it was expected of him.
But, Sam's hoodie made Dean feel protected; like a little brother.
That's why Dean loved it.
xxxxx
Sam would never admit it; oh no; wild dogs wouldn't drag it out of him …
But he loved to see Dean wearing his hoodie.
He had to laugh at the pitiful figure huddled on the bed, watery-eyed and wet-nosed; coughing, shivering and burrowing miserably into the giant garment.
Knees tucked up inside its voluminous folds, Dean scowled as he gave his sniggering brother 'the finger', the effect ruined somewhat by the sleeve, complete with snotty snail trail, hanging a full four inches over his hand.
Yes, Sam's hoodie made Dean look small and vulnerable, just like a little brother.
That's why Sam loved it.
xxxxx
end
schmoop (numerology has six meaning love, harmony, and non-judgmental caring)
So, here's a bit of schmoopy goodness ...
FLEECE AND QUIET
Genre: Schmoop/Family
Rating: K
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 200
Both brothers have a secret ... two related drabbles from each brother's POV.
Dean would never admit it; oh no, Alastair himself couldn't extract the truth …
But when Dean was sick, there was only one place he wanted to be.
It was big, blue and snuggly; it swamped him, enveloping him like comforting arms, he could curl up inside it. It soothed his ills and smelt of Sam.
Wiping his dripping nose along the sleeve, coughing and spluttering, he moaned and bitched because Sam was laughing; he had a rep to maintain after all - it was expected of him.
But, Sam's hoodie made Dean feel protected; like a little brother.
That's why Dean loved it.
xxxxx
Sam would never admit it; oh no; wild dogs wouldn't drag it out of him …
But he loved to see Dean wearing his hoodie.
He had to laugh at the pitiful figure huddled on the bed, watery-eyed and wet-nosed; coughing, shivering and burrowing miserably into the giant garment.
Knees tucked up inside its voluminous folds, Dean scowled as he gave his sniggering brother 'the finger', the effect ruined somewhat by the sleeve, complete with snotty snail trail, hanging a full four inches over his hand.
Yes, Sam's hoodie made Dean look small and vulnerable, just like a little brother.
That's why Sam loved it.
xxxxx
end