Spit and Prayer by Youthere
Various spoilers
Neither the characters nor the concept are mine (in spite of wishful thinking). This goes for all future chapters.
Faerie godmother'd by Elesem and CalUK. Can't thank you enough, guys.
ANSo, what this thing is, is one drabble set in each December since the Winchester's lives became... well, what they are. Some have to do with Christmas and some don't, some are quite cold and some sappy as hell, but I promise there are no miracles....
I'm posting one every day until the 25th, but I'll be referencing "my" days here in the UK. Guess calendars are a little complicated, globally speaking...
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December 1983
He will sit on this couch again over twenty years later, and this night will come back to him in ghost impressions.
A woman with a sad, soft voice calling him honey. Dad giving him a cinnamon cookie and laying Sammy on the couch.
Curling up with his brother in the worn, warm cushions, Dad's jacket cocooned around them both.
The smell of leather and cinnamon, a string of lights in the window and Sammy's quiet breathing.
But mostly he'll remember his father's voice as it drifts over them in a soft baritone. Low and raw, shocked and frightened.
Angry.
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AN Thanks for taking a peek, hope you stick with me :)