Genre: gen
Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: all through the house
title & inspiration from
The Pogues, of course!
It was Christmas Eve, um, in the drunk tank.
That’s what Dean said but Sam said you don’t call it that, Dean, just like you don’t say--
Bikini inspector? Dean said, waggled nostalgic brows.
Sam would have said yeah, but they had an alcohol spirit to chase off,
and later, Baby rockin’ the dark edges, interstate and distant lightstrings
on people’s rooftops; churchbell-dawn before they could sit Bunkered, warded,
think what if Kansas had raised them, what if stockings and Santas, chocolate and deer,
soft-shouldered clink glasses and not say-well if that, brother, if that, then not this.