DEW: Perfect Day. Almost.
PERFECT DAY. ALMOST.
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour/Friendship
Characters: Sam, Dean, Charlie, Kevin, Castiel, Bobby, Crowley, Sherriff Jody, Mama Tran, Werewolf Garth
Spoilers/Warnings: Not canon
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't ownn them
The Winchesters have thrown the perfect Thanksgiving party for all their loved ones (and Crowley). Almost.
Sam glanced round the bunker at the aftermath of the Winchesters’ thanksgiving celebrations:
Dean drowsily sacked out on the couch, his head in Charlie’s lap, while she mischieviously tickled his ear and fed him chocolate peanuts.
Kevin and Castiel sitting on the floor together, listing into each other like a badly stacked house of cards; both spectacularly trollied on one bottle of Asti.
Bobby, slumped in an armchair, feet up on a dusty pile of Etruscan texts, thunderous snores shaking the light fittings.
Even Crowley, slumped in the corner, indulgently swirling his scotch and rocks around his glass, radiated an air of peaceful contentment in his trademark sneer.
He smiled to see Sherriff Jody and Mama Tran emerging from the kitchen, giggling like schoolgirls as they carried two trays of steaming coffees.
Yes, it had been a perfect day, Sam mused, relishing the warm glow of stuffed pleasure that enveloped him as Sherriff Jody beckoned him over, patting the seat next to her.
Although, he thought, they might have to reconsider inviting werewolf Garth next year. Yes, the meal had been awesome; it would have been even better if any of them had actually been able to get near the turkey.
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end
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour/Friendship
Characters: Sam, Dean, Charlie, Kevin, Castiel, Bobby, Crowley, Sherriff Jody, Mama Tran, Werewolf Garth
Spoilers/Warnings: Not canon
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't ownn them
The Winchesters have thrown the perfect Thanksgiving party for all their loved ones (and Crowley). Almost.
Sam glanced round the bunker at the aftermath of the Winchesters’ thanksgiving celebrations:
Dean drowsily sacked out on the couch, his head in Charlie’s lap, while she mischieviously tickled his ear and fed him chocolate peanuts.
Kevin and Castiel sitting on the floor together, listing into each other like a badly stacked house of cards; both spectacularly trollied on one bottle of Asti.
Bobby, slumped in an armchair, feet up on a dusty pile of Etruscan texts, thunderous snores shaking the light fittings.
Even Crowley, slumped in the corner, indulgently swirling his scotch and rocks around his glass, radiated an air of peaceful contentment in his trademark sneer.
He smiled to see Sherriff Jody and Mama Tran emerging from the kitchen, giggling like schoolgirls as they carried two trays of steaming coffees.
Yes, it had been a perfect day, Sam mused, relishing the warm glow of stuffed pleasure that enveloped him as Sherriff Jody beckoned him over, patting the seat next to her.
Although, he thought, they might have to reconsider inviting werewolf Garth next year. Yes, the meal had been awesome; it would have been even better if any of them had actually been able to get near the turkey.
xxxxx
end