A little silly Christmas nonsense to wish you all Happy Holidays. Thanks Kripke for letting us play with your prezzies!
Sam, for all his size, was infinitely gentle as he slowly peeled the filthy shirt from his battered brother as Dean swayed drunkenly, courtesy of the Christmas bauble-sized lump on the back of his head.
"Man, she got you good..."
The younger man contemplated the sea of tiny, painful bruises tracking all over his brother's muscular back.
"'m...barrassing...Smmy..."
Dean mumbled into the pillow and Sam couldn't help but smile.
"Not your fault, Dean. Nothing to be embarrassed about..."
Sleepy green eyes peeped from the pillow.
"Crap, Sammy. I got roughed-up by the vicious ballet shoes of a demented sugar-plum faerie!"
I know...really silly!