Hiya dudes and dudettes! I'm just in a creative mood so here you go, some Christmas drabbles for ya! May or may not add more in the future, we'll see! Destiel? We'll see how it goes!
"Jamie got me a tee with Mothra on so that was pretty cool though." Charlie's voice spoke out over the TV as the group swapped stories, having run out of beer and sleeping pills. At the end of her story Sam let out a bark of laughter. From across the room Kevin threw a cushion at him.
"You mind? I'm trying to translate here!" He muttered angrily, his hands running through his greasy hair; he's been too focused on the tablet to wash today. Or yesterday, or the day before.
"Quit your whining princess, you're working your ass off! Share a story round the camp fire for once, will ya?" Dean half threatened. Kevin just rolled his eyes before burying him in the world of translations once again. Dean sighed.
"What about you Cas?" Charlie tried to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere. "Got any stories to share?" The ex-angel's brow furrowed.
"None that seem suitable." He mumbled.
"Aww, c'mon Cas, don't be like that! Why don't you tell Charlie about that Reaper you banged?" Dean got up suddenly to go look through the kitchen for some beer for the tenth time that night.
"And you stabbed." Cas threw Dean a pointed glare. Charlie huffed.
"You two are a lot more lovey-dovey in the fan fiction universe you know. All undying love this, and coffee shop AU's that."
"Zip it, Charles." Dean growled.
"Make me, Deanna!" Grinned Charlie, managing to instantly diffuse the hostile environment. She tossed some popcorn at him and returned to the TV, just as Gilmore Girls came on.
"And with that I'm going to bed." Announced Sam as he dragged himself off the coach.
"No way, you don't escape that easy, not until at least one family bonding event." Dean stopped him.
"What are you, twelve?" Snorted Sam. Dean was about to reply when Castiel cut in:
"Sam, you are aware of your brother's age, yes?" His head tilted to the side in an adorable fashion, and Dean caught himself comparing that look to a puppy, before snapping himself quickly out of that train of thought. Despite himself Sam chuckled.
"Yeah, I know how old Dean is thanks Cas." He turned back to Dean. "How about sleep now, family bonding tomorrow?" He raised his hands hesitantly. Dean sighed but agreed. They all got ready for bed, except for Charlie who finished watching an episode of Star Trek she had found on the TV. Her head lolled back on the coach, unable to fight off sleep any longer. Then a sound rang through the room, waking her with a start. She glanced around nervously for a minute before deciding it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Her eyes drooped shut again when the sound repeated itself, causing her to jump into high alert. She stood up cautiously, debating whether to call one of the boys before deciding against it, squaring her narrow shoulders. Locating the noise as being a knock on the large bunker door she approached nervously, her hand reaching out for the cold brass knob. Thrusting it open with one smooth gesture she was startled to find a pair of golden eyes staring back at her. The dishevelled, caramel-haired man grinned at her.
"Sam! You've become a beautiful young woman, congrats!" He laughed before he passed out and landed with a thud on the cold bunker floor.