First up, Jeribrose & Winter Wonderland for Jellybelly30. (Pre-Slash)
As much as he hated the cold, and make no mistake about it, he truly hated the cold, Dean did love one thing about this time of year when the nights came early and the air was crisp enough to feel.
When the pressures of being in front of the camera, of always being on, became more than he cared for, all he needed was a well padded jacket, a warm pair of gloves and his trusty furry hat with the ear flaps, and he was free.
Bundled up like everyone else, he could be just like everyone else. On a street full of well wrapped up figures he was just another ordinary Joe, and being ordinary sometimes was the best treat in the world. It wasn't anything he had mentioned to his co-workers, this fondness for slipping away and becoming an anonymous member of the outside world for an hour or two, it was simply something he did.
If you asked, he couldn't tell you the name of the town they were in for tonight's house show, he wasn't even one hundred percent sure which state. It was somewhere northerly, or at least northerly enough for snow to be lying thick on the ground.
Wherever it was, they took their Christmas lights seriously, the streets around the arena dazzlingly bright with jolly fat Santas and festive snowmen. Even here in the park his wanderings had taken him to, multi coloured lanterns were strung between the lampposts lining the walkways that radiated out from a tall Christmas tree dripping in silver streamers and gently twinkling white icicle lights.
Skirting past a group of kids playing, earning himself a wet snowball to the back of the knee and a 'sorry mister!', he made his way towards a little hut selling drinks, treating himself to a peppermint white hot chocolate at the vendor's suggestion. Cup clasped in both hands, Dean sipped at the festive concoction as he continued his stroll, circling the tree before spotting a sheltered bench, kept clear of snow by the branches overhead.
With time still to spare, he decided to take a seat, allow himself to give the rest of his hot chocolate the attention it deserved. He couldn't see the little bunch of children who had caught him in their crossfire earlier, but he could hear them, their battle still raging, their shrieks and laughter and the faint sounds of Christmas songs from the drink seller bringing a smile to his face.
The chirping of his phone disturbed his peace. Fishing it out of his pocket he fumbled to pull off his gloves, only to find it was a text from Seth asking him if he knew where his ring gloves were. He had just finished firing off a reply reminding him, again, that Roman had grabbed them from the locker room as they were leaving last night's show when a snowball collided with the side of his neck. He whipped his head around, expecting to see the children from earlier, but saw nothing except a cloud of white as another expertly thrown icy missile rattled into the tree branches above him, dislodging their snowy burden.
The sudden deluge managed to slip into every little gap in his clothing, melting against his skin and trickling underneath his layers. He shot up, limbs flailing to dislodge the snow, spilling the last of his hot chocolate as he sprang to his feet.
As his vision cleared, a familiar figure came into view, a familiar figure with a very familiar laugh.
"Jericho! You fucker!"
"Sorry Ambrose, I saw you and I couldn't resist."
Dean gave Chris an almost playful shove, one which did nothing to quell the older man's merriment. He crossed his arms and glared at his assailant.
"How did you know it was me? I thought I was pretty well disguised...all I wanted was a little break from all the…"
He gestured with his hands, relieved when Chris nodded his understanding.
"I get you, Dean...been there plenty before. That's why I'm out here myself. Don't worry, your secret's still safe. To the untrained eye, you look just like anyone else."
"The untrained eye? So your eye is trained?"
Chris unleashed a devastating smile on Dean, blue eyes twinkling in the light cast by the Christmas tree.
"You could say that I've spent some time studying your...form."
Dean saw Chris's smile and raised him dimples.
"That so?"
He stepped closer, noting how Chris's eyes remained fixed on his mouth as he tapped a forefinger against his lips thoughtfully.
"Maybe we should head back to the arena then...I think we might just have time for a little refresher course before the show…"
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