A Very Supernatural Christmas Triabble
By Dizzo, Edina Clouds and Amberdreams
In the spirit of the festive season, and furthering the tradition of our lovely Three Musketeer friends (Shanz, Barbara-Ger and MeAzrael) - herewith a collaborative drabble (making it a triabble of course!) combining the E/O Challenge word "Red" with a word of our own "Thief". We took it in turns to write a 100 word chapter. We'll let you decide whose is whose!
The hunt had taken them deep into the forest; hour after hour, darker and darker; losing track of time as they trudged wearily along the steep, narrowing track.
The crunch of virgin snow beneath their boots was lost admidst the moaning, blustery wind. It reddened their windburned faces, whipping freezing crystals into a blinding frenzy which surrounded the brothers like a band of thieves, robbing them of their breath, and leeching every last trace of warmth from their bodies.
Hearing a beep, Dean squinted through the darkness at the glowing numbers on his watch.
Midnight.
"Sam."
"Yeah?"
"Merry Christmas."
But the moment was stolen. A snarling monster leapt from the shadows, knocking both men to the frozen ground. It pounced upon Dean, razor-sharp claws shredding his back; a slathering jaw slicing through flesh and bone.
And then just as quickly, like a thief in the night, it was gone.
The crisp white snow was tainted red with blood. Sam knelt beside his too still brother in despair. Dean desperately needed help, would soon die without it. But they were alone in the wilderness.
Until a tinkle of sleigh bells filled the clearing and a blinding light fell upon the Winchesters.
Sam goldfish-gaped at the rosy-red glow shining from above.
"I…um…"
Shock was a thief stealing his ability to speak. He wiped a bloody hand across his eyes, thinking when he opened them again he'd see Lucifer instead of this crazy Yuletide hallucination. You know, something normal.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Don't worry Sam, Rudolph has a healing nose, and you Winchesters have been very good boys. We'll have Dean set to rights in a jiffy!"
Sure enough, a few seconds bathing in Rudolph's radiance saw Dean sitting up - bemused expression turning to boyish glee when he saw Santa.
"You got pie?"