Candy, Caroling and Molten Lead
The carolers never saw it coming.
In their mind, they were doing the most neighborly thing they could have done. A new couple had moved into the neighborhood and had a hard time meeting new people. The new couple was a bit new aged (they're homosexuals, one of the older neighbors whispered scandalously) and they didn't come out of the house much, but the Neighborhood Committee decided they should at least attempt to welcome them.
So a small group of carolers had gathered outside the doors of the Victorian house, dressed in hats, scarves, gloves and thick (expensive) coats to keep out the cold.
"Hark! How the bells, sweet silver bells all seem to say, throw cares away. Christmas is here, bringing good cheer to young and old, meek and the bold."
The carolers started off with "Carol of the Bells," the cold air making them appear to be dragons. The men sang low, and the women (with jewelry so expensive it would have shamed a queen) sang as high as their voice register allowed. Any other family would have been proud, and would've applauded the carolers and give them money. But the carolers weren't dealing with a typical family.
Had any of them looked up, they would have screamed.
For there on the roof, stood the King of Hell and an archangel. The King was drinking scotch and the archangel had a lollipop in his mouth. And both of them were standing next to big, black cauldron.
"You wanna do the honors?" Crowley asked Gabriel, looking over at him. You could almost see the devil horns on his head that went along with the look in his eyes. Crowley had always hated carolers. Their chipper attitudes, their gleeful smiles. He had always wanted to do something to them, but he decided to take action when they'd moved Merry Town at the wrong time of the year.
"Certainly," the archangel replied. And with that, he slowly tipped the cauldron of boiling lead onto the carolers. Screams echoed through the neighborhood. People began turning their lights on and looking through windows and open doors to see what was happening. Police sirens could be heard far off.
"Did you pack?" Crowley asked. All he had to do was look at Gabriel to get a response. Crowley sighed. He grabbed the lollipop from Gabriel's mouth and threw it down onto the ground. Gabriel frowned.
"Fine, but I'm picking the next house. And this one won't have people with blow up Santas on their lawn."
I got this idea from the beginning of The Addams Family movie, and I decided I should write something Christmas-y. And just ignore the bad ending. To quote the Doctor, "I hate endings." I'm terrible at writing them.
I don't own Supernatural.
(And to those of you in the Pirates of the Caribbean fandom looking for an explanation, I'll eventually put one up. And the fifth chapter of A Debt to Pay. I've been busy lately. But that's not why I haven't written in a while.)