This story was written for a challenge over at another forum and I decided to post it here too to see what the response was. I changed it a little because the challenge was that it had to be 200 words so I added a few things here and there.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Supernatural, other than my thoughts of the brothers Winchester in tights. LOL read on and you'll see...it's a pretty picture let me tell you. Sike lol haha...

Please read and review...and as always Enjoy!!!

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"I feel ridiculous, Sam. This is humiliating. Why couldn't you get us jobs as mall security or even custodians? Anything would be better than this."

"Dean, this is the only opening they had and besides it's in the vicinity of the attacks. This is the perfect stakeout spot."

"Yeah, but come on dude! Seriously, elves?!"

"Keep it down you're scaring the kids," Sam said to him through the fake smile he was showing the screaming children and impatient parents in line as he ushered them over to Santa.

"I'm not the one scaring the kids, Sammy. It's the fat guy with the beard."

"That's Mr. Claus to you, wise guy," said Santa.

"Yeah, whatever dude…"

"Just think we're getting paid, Dean. It's honest money."

"Dude, I could make so much more money hustling pool. This is not worth $8.00 an hour."

"Yeah, but there aren't any tattooed bar-hounds coming to kick your," Sam paused looking down at the children, "you-know-what when they find out you tricked them."

"That was one time and he never even…Hey, kid no cutting in line," Dean said walking over to a kid who had managed to shove himself to the front.

"Yeah? What're you gonna do about it?" the kid replied with a smirk, looking Dean up and down, from his pointed hat and ears all the way down to his pointy shoes and green tights.

"I'm gonna tell Santa that you've been very naughty this year," Dean threatened glaring down at the 8 year old. With that the kid looked Dean straight in the eye, swiftly kicked him in the shin and scampered off giggling merrily.

"Oh, you little-" Dean said through gritted teeth and clenched fists, ready to go after the kid. "You better run."

"What were you saying Sammy about tattooed bar-hounds?", Dean said as he hobbled back over to where his brother was standing trying desperately not to laugh.

A few minutes later…

"Alright which one of you told my kid he was going to tell Santa that he was naughty this year?"

The brothers looked at each other.

"The demon attacks are also in the vicinity of the candle store…I'll see what I can do about a transfer."

Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think.

Love, Stef :0)