Titles: Presents; Resolutions; Snow Day
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. No money is being made here.
Rating: G
Genre: drabble, gen, Wee!chesters
Notes: Many thanks to my wonderful beta
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supernatural100's Challenge # 54 “Presents”
Sammy doesn’t need presents.
He doesn’t need a tree or fancy food.
He doesn’t need Pastor Jim and his soothing words.
All he needs is his Daddy and Dean. They’ve never been this late before. It scares him even though he tries to be brave.
He stands by the window, his nose and hands plastered against the frosty glass, waiting.
And when the Impala finally pulls up in front of the parsonage and the two figures get out of the car, unhurt, Sammy knows that this is the best Christmas present ever.
The End
supernatural100's Challenge # 55 “Resolutions”
Sammy sits at his desk in the class room, chewing on his pen – a habit learned from his big brother.
New Year’s Resolutions, the teacher said, in one hundred words.
But how can he write about his? ‘I won’t allow a Wendigo to chew on Daddy again’ or ‘I’ll help Dean with salting and burning more this year’ probably won’t go over well with Mrs Simmons.
So he writes the only thing he can: “None of your business.”
And he finds out that detention isn’t so bad after all. At least he gets the chance to catch up.
The End
supernatural100's Challenge # 58 “Snow Day”
Sammy likes school, but he likes Snow Days better.
Dad’s at Pastor Jim’s – which means no guns or training – the wind howls outside, throwing masses and masses of snow against the thick walls of their little cottage, and he’s safe and warm, curled up under the covers on the couch in front of the roaring fireplace. Snuggled against his big brother’s side, he holds a mug of hot cocoa in his hands and sipping slowly, he listens to Dean, as he reads aloud from their favorite book.
Sometimes, life is just about perfect.
The End
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. No money is being made here.
Rating: G
Genre: drabble, gen, Wee!chesters
Notes: Many thanks to my wonderful beta
Sammy doesn’t need presents.
He doesn’t need a tree or fancy food.
He doesn’t need Pastor Jim and his soothing words.
All he needs is his Daddy and Dean. They’ve never been this late before. It scares him even though he tries to be brave.
He stands by the window, his nose and hands plastered against the frosty glass, waiting.
And when the Impala finally pulls up in front of the parsonage and the two figures get out of the car, unhurt, Sammy knows that this is the best Christmas present ever.
The End
Sammy sits at his desk in the class room, chewing on his pen – a habit learned from his big brother.
New Year’s Resolutions, the teacher said, in one hundred words.
But how can he write about his? ‘I won’t allow a Wendigo to chew on Daddy again’ or ‘I’ll help Dean with salting and burning more this year’ probably won’t go over well with Mrs Simmons.
So he writes the only thing he can: “None of your business.”
And he finds out that detention isn’t so bad after all. At least he gets the chance to catch up.
The End
Sammy likes school, but he likes Snow Days better.
Dad’s at Pastor Jim’s – which means no guns or training – the wind howls outside, throwing masses and masses of snow against the thick walls of their little cottage, and he’s safe and warm, curled up under the covers on the couch in front of the roaring fireplace. Snuggled against his big brother’s side, he holds a mug of hot cocoa in his hands and sipping slowly, he listens to Dean, as he reads aloud from their favorite book.
Sometimes, life is just about perfect.
The End
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