Disclaimer: I still do not own BLEACH. Nothing has changed. It still belongs to Kubo-sensei and Kubo-sensei alone.

A/N This isn't a very popular collection but then again none of my fics are all that popular…nevertheless since it is Christmas Eve it is high time I updated this collection.

Honestly I wanted this finished and posted a week before Christmas but…stuff happened and yeah.

Anyway this is a winter holiday fic that will be split into parts. Yes I know this is becoming a very bad habit of mine but I just don't have the same amount of time/energy to write as much these days. It's fast paced and probably chock-full of holes but I hope you enjoy it all the same! This ficlet is partially inspired by my own quirky imagination as well as conversations I've had with fellow BLEACH fans (thank you ladies!)

I'd like to dedicate this ficlet to a long time reader of mine: Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo

Warnings: AU, OOC-ness, spelling, grammar, punctuation, fast-paced, continuous uses of "whatever and anyways"…written from Shiro's viewpoint and Ichigo's viewpoint in first POV, GrimmxIchi is heavily featured in the beginning but SHIROxICHI is the final pairing, randomness, citrus-bits, holiday fun!

All right I've babbled enough let's get to it yeah?

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Shiro the White Reindeer and his Reluctant Santa Ichi.

Part 1 out of 2

(SHIRO)

Who said a story has to have a beginnin'? Why is it necessary when the beginnin' is often filled with incredibly borin' details or depressin' events?

I say skip all the hum drum and just jump right in. They call me Shiro-no last name and honestly I prefer it this way. I'm a shape shifter. Not ya standard run o' mil shifter either.

There are only about 15 or so of my kind livin' and breathin' and walkin' among humans. The majority of shifters choose to stick to their animal form, which I'll admit has got its perks.

As a reindeer (specifically an albino one) not much is expected 'cept standin' round the field, forest or some other woodsy type land lookin' all regal and beautiful.

Perfectly blendin' in with the fresh fallin' snow. What's a winter holiday without a reindeer? And what's a reindeer with out Santa? Answer? Incomplete. On Edge. Horny twenty four freakin' seven. And that's why after countless days and nights 'steada waitin' round for a Santa to find me I set out in search of him.

Not just anyone would do either. Lucky for me it didn't take long as my Santa-to-be all but stumbled into my backyard. Okay, okay so that's not entirely accurate since I was actually comin' back from a late night run when I caught sight of somethin' movin' through the trees. I decided to investigate.

I hung back in the shadows. There was no need to get up close right away since I had a perfect view from where I was standin. Supernatural eyesight and well ya know the drill.

His back was to me and what a beautiful back it was. All smooth, peach toned with the most perfect dip to his spine. Much to my disappointment, his lower half was concealed by loose-fitted thermal pajama bottoms and his feet were bare and slightly paler than the rest of his body. (I figured they probably hadn't seen as much sun)

Sweeping thin, slightly pointed fingertips through spiky orange locks of hair, my Santa-to-be seemed to be contemplating about whether or not he should step in the magically charmed hot spring out in the middle of the forest.

As he crinkled his brow I couldn't help but conclude that yes he would make the most perfect Santa for me.

My glowing hose bobbed in agreement. That's right I said hose not nose! The famous Rudolph ain't got nothin' on yours truly let me tell ya.

He mighta guided Santa through a foggy night but I was gonna bring my Santa to paradise. Please him in a way that Rudy never could. Yeah I'm a pervert.

Ya might as well know it now.

I blame it on the human side of me although in all honesty I'm not entirely opposed to the possibility of taking my Santa-to-be for a ride in my animal form.

But I'd wait a couple of winters before attemptin' somethin' that kinky. The only question that remained now was what was he doing out here?

Ah well I wasn't going to ponder because to ponder meant to waste time-precious time.

A branch cracked beneath my hooves and I cursed lowly. 'Shit.'

"Whose there?"

I let out another low curse at my own error. Reindeer were supposed to be a lot more graceful than that. I'll blame it on my lust and leave it at that.

"I know someone is out there so show yourself!"

I shifted into my human form knowing I would better my chances at wooing my Santa-to-be and then stepped out of the brush. "Hi-yo!"

"Gahhh!"

My Santa let out a startled scream and almost fell into the hot spring but managed to catch his balance in the last minute. (Too bad I woulda liked to play hero and rescue him from drownin' but ah well.)

The vein above my pierced brow twitched. Not exactly the reaction I'd been hopin' for but I guess even in my human form my appearance is a bit freaky. Baring the light dustin' of pink 'round my cheekbones (and the glowing manhood I previously mentioned) my skin is void of color well unless white was considered a color. I guess to some it was but…well whatever.

Anyway back to what I was sayin. My hair, skin and teeth gleam and glitter brighter than the stars in the sky and the snow blanketing the grounds. I have the body type of a surfer or swimmer even though I've never even been near an ocean. And the most striking feature about me is my eyes, the irises molten gold, the sclera charcoal black. I painted both finger and toe nails to match.

Yes I like polish! Just a lil' fun fact I'll reveal about myself.

"I'm Shiro but please don't let my appearance stop ya from enjoyin' your lil' late night dip."

Matching orange brows shot so far up into my Santa's hairline just then they practically disappeared. Then his face turned red and he scowled the fiercest scowl I'd ever seen in my 20 plus decades of livin'. And that's sayin' somethin'.

"I don't know who you are or for that matter what you are but go take your perverted tendencies elsewhere. I came out here to think and I do my best thinking alone."

There was a brilliant fire shinin' in the depths of his cinnamon-coffee colored gaze and I was stunned, enchanted and turned on all at once.

I couldn't wait to see what other expressions I could pull out of him.

Not what I'd been expectin'. Not in the least. I'd been expectin' more blushin'. I thought my Santa-to-be would dive head first in the hot spring simply so he could avoid my gaze or run back to whatever little log cabin he'd come from.

Instead he only glared and cracked his knuckles.

'Heh, is he looking for a fight?'

Interestin' but I wasn't in the mood. I decided to humor my Santa-to-be though, let him believe that his fierce scowl was every bit as intimidating as he thought it was. Let him believe he was every bit the badass he was tryin' to be.

"Tell ya what give me a name and I'll leave ya be."

My Santa cocked his head to side. Seemed he wasn't quite sure what to make of me or my words. And then with much reluctance he mumbled, "It's Ichigo."

'Ichigo huh?'

Gotta admit I liked the sound of it. Liked it even more when it rolled off my own tongue. "Then I'll call ya "Santa Ichi" or "Ichi" for short," I licked my lips and leered at him, "Dependin' upon the mood of course."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?!"

Ah! There it was! The beautiful heat that only my Santa could possess.

Part of me wanted to skip all the pleasantries and just throw Ichi into the hot spring and hump him straight into next season but I managed to keep my glowing hose at bay.

Kept my tone casual and light, "I'm a shape shifter, albino reindeer to be exact and I'm in need of a Santa." I took a step towards Ichi and continued, "And as it turns out, ya are the perfect candidate."

Technically Ichi was the only candidate but humans were simpleminded at times and it was best to keep things as uncomplicated as possible.

Santa-Ichi's brows creased in confusion. "What? Wait a minute I mean I know I might've overdone it on the spiked nog tonight but I'm not that far gone that I would actually believe something so incredibly farfetched!"

The scowl on his face deepened and then he snarled out an accusatory, "Shinji and Nnoi put you up to this didn't they?" A humorless snort, "Idiots! Did those guys really think I would fall for something so-!" Another humorless snort and then my Santa-Ichi turned away from me and shouted out into the darkness. "Shinji! Nnoitra! Cut the crap already I know you guys are there. So come on out so I can properly kick both of your asses!"

No answer. No response. Of course no one else was out here except my Santa and I. I sighed. Seemed no matter what I said Ichi wasn't convinced.

"Listen to me!" I hissed in his ear and resisted the urge to forcibly turn him back around, "This isn't the some dream or some prank or the result of one too many glasses of spiked eggnog Santa-Ichi."

A snort. "Oh really?" He turned back to me and held his hands by his hips looking every bit like an angry housewife. I ignored the urge to pounce though I really wanted to. "Then what the hell is this?!"

I grinned at my Santa. "This is what many would call destiny."

Ichi raised a brow and his voice was now colored with complete sarcasm. "Riiight and the next thing you'll be telling me is you can fly or some such shit, right?" He turned his nose up and sniffed, "Listen buddy even if my friends didn't send you out here to spy on me you've clearly had one too many drinks yourself if you think you are an actual reindeer."

My Santa-to-be placed his hand upon my shoulder just then and I was surprised by how much I liked it there but didn't bother commenting as he continued, "So why don't you save us both any further embarrassment and head back on your magic sleigh and leave me to think in peace."

It was a damn good thing I was so attracted to Ichi because I didn't appreciate being mocked and if it had been anyone else talking to me like that well…let's just say the lil' bastard would think twice before doing so again.

But since it was my Santa-Ichi I let it slide since after all my story did sound rather ridiculous. Not that it had been much of a story at all but-

"Look Ichi I don't really care whether or not you believe me. Just prepare ya self as much as possible 'cuz come Christmas I'm comin' for ya and make no mistake you will become my Santa."

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(ICHIGO)

"You will be come my Santa."

"Become my Santa."

"Santa."

Santa? His Santa?! What the hell had that guy-that shifter or whatever been talking about? I mean I'm no expert but last time I checked Jolly Old St. Nick was a fat man who came around once a year to bring joy to all the girls and boys across the world. Granted there were many versions of Santa Claus but still I couldn't be the furthest thing from Kris Kringle.

I was 19. I didn't have a single ounce of body fat on me and the whole thing just hadn't made any damn sense!

If the strange golden-eyed shifter hadn't been so freakishly good looking I wouldn't even be thinking about this right now. I wouldn't be lying awake staring up at the ceiling of a rented cabin wondering where he had come from, when he would return and if such things a shape shifting reindeers really existed?

But I couldn't help it Shiro had been so freakishly good looking and-no scratch that! Good looking wasn't a strong word to describe what I had seen out in the forest.

Shiro hadn't just been good-looking he had been sinfully hot and exotic and from a certain angle it had almost felt as though I'd been staring into a mirror. (Our body types lithe yet strong, our gazes soulful yet piercing, our skin heated yet cool.

Gah! That skin. His skin. Shiro's skin a complete contrast to my own. Powder white, softer than silk and twice as pretty. He was like a better sexier version of myself. And no I am not a narcissist! Because even though Shiro and I had so many similarities in our physical make up there was still a great deal of differences between us.

Who knows what might have happened if he stuck around? I shifted around on the bed now turning on my side and tried to make sense of my strange but exciting encounter just a few short hours ago.

Look at things from a logical standpoint not that there was a great deal of logic about being propositioned? Being hit on by a guy claiming to be a member of the supernatural.

What were the odds? My mother always said there were things in life that couldn't be explained-had always told me that there was more than one world-one universe-many different types of species and other life forms.

But that-I mean she only said those things to entertain me right? It's what every mother told their child wasn't it? Exciting tales about mythical and mystical creatures?

There couldn't be actual shape shifters walking among my kind, could there?

I flipped over on to my other side not able to settle down. My mind was racing with thoughts-running on hyper drive. I scowled into the darkness and decided that I needed to do something to take the edge off.

That's right! I still had a fair bit of alcohol in my system so naturally I was wired and horny as fuck. It was my own damn fault. I hadn't given myself a good wank in days.

Well no use in crying over spilled milk as they say (mmm milk I wondered if Shiro tasted like-

A loud snore less than a foot away from my bed pulled me from my thoughts. I looked over and allowed myself to smile at the sight of the figure in the other bed.

Once again my best friend had gone to sleep with one boot on and one boot off and hadn't even bothered to cover himself properly-the blankets were bunched around his waist and his pillow was half off the bed.

I sighed wishing said best friend was so much more than that. But Grimmjow wouldn't budge. Claimed he saw me as more of a brother figure than anything else.

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(I once got him to admit that at the very least I was visually appealing but when I moved in to kiss him he pushed me away and growled out.

'No! We're not going there Kurosaki! You're the one good thing I got in my life and I'm not gonna let the cursed thing called hormones fuck it up.')

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I released another sigh (this time at the bitter memory) and then quietly climbed down from my own bed so I could go over and tuck Grimmjow in properly.

I resisted the urge to touch his electric blue locks of hair (my favorite feature on my best friend) but couldn't quite stop myself from lightly brushing my finger along his perfectly chiseled jaw.

That's where I made a mistake.

A blue eye slid open and sleep colored Grimmjow's growling accusatory tone, "What the hell do you think you're doing Ichigo?" I instantly retracted my hand and instead of flinching I chose to focus on the sound of my first name passing his coffee-stained lips. 'Ichigo' he only called me this when he was half asleep or he needed to get a point across. The rest of the time he called me 'Kurosaki.'

"I know you heard me, what the hell were you doin' just now, Ichigo?"

I smiled up at Grimmjow like a fool in love and replied, "Oh nothing really just thinking about how much it sucks that I'll never be able to feel your tongue in my mouth or your hands on my skin."

Grimmjow's other eye slid open and he released a half grunt/groan before rolling over and sitting up."Fucking A! Damn it Kurosaki! You keep sayin' that kind of shit and we're gonna have us some real problems."

I wasn't going to apologize for feeling the way I felt. "It wouldn't be a problem if you would just-

Grimmjow cut me off."And still you won't let it drop?" He glared at me but it only made me want my best friend that much more. Pathetic I know. But there was nothing I could do about it.

"I never will. So deal with it!"

Grimmjow snorted and turned away from me (not long mind you) so he could retrieve his pack of cigarettes and lighter from the nightstand. He placed one of the sin sticks between his lips and lit it. "You and me, don't you get that us hooking up would be nothing but a colossal mistake!"

Colossal? I didn't think so. I thought we'd be perfect for each other or well…as perfect as two hot-blooded males could be that is.

I didn't have the energy to roll my eyes or I would have.

Grimmjow had given me this same speech countless times over and even though it burned (being rejected again and again) it didn't change how I felt about my best friend.

Not that I haven't tried to move on and get over him (mind you) but still-

"Just once. That's all I'm asking and then I'll never bring it up again."

We both knew this was a lie of course but its hard to change a tigers stripe as the saying goes.

"Damn you." He muttered lowly and pushed rebellious blue bangs out of his face. I could tell by the way Grimmjow started to chain smoke and gnaw on the inside of his cheek at the same time that he was irritated by me and the situation all together. He probably had a headache too. Wouldn't be surprised in the least. I tended to give him headaches quite frequently.

"Yes damn me. Damn me and my stupid feelings. Damn my entire existence if it makes you feel better but it still won't change facts. And fact is I want you."

"Heh, don't I know it?" He blew several puffs of smoke and then fell silent.

It had become a routine. Grimmjow and Me. I knew the next words out of his mouth would be…

"Look even if I tried my best not to somehow or some way I'd still fuck things up and you would grow to hate me so much you wouldn't even be able to look at me."

Don't get it wrong! It's not that my best friend wasn't confident in his own skills or secure in his own skin because he was. It was…it was complicated. He was complicated.

"Never gonna happen. Look even if you decide to settle down with some chick or shack up with some twink I could never hate you Grimmjow. Sure I'd be pissed at first but I'd get over it. Because when it's all said and done your happiness if more important to me than my own happiness."

This was the truth. Above all else I only wanted the best for my best friend.

Grimmjow winced as if he were in pain. He probably was. But I wasn't going to apologize for that either.

His blue eyes locked on to my brown ones and I felt with this singular stare that he was piercing my very soul but again I'm a fool in love so it was only natural that I'd start thinking such poetic thoughts.

Grimmjow stubbed out his cigarette into the dresser and blew his rebellious bangs out of his face. "Alright, fine. This night and this night only I'll give you the one thing you've been dreaming about since you hit puberty."

I blushed fiercely and smacked Grimmjow on his well- muscled arm. Bastard could never let it drop. The fact that we were a year and a month apart and I had been a late bloomer. "I wasn't that pathetic."

Grimmjow chuckled a rich growling type of chuckle. I often joked that my best friend was part jungle cat or something. "Yeah you were but its not really your fault since you grew up in a house full of women."

I bristled and punched him in the arm once more. "Whatever that was a long time ago. It's in the past this is the present and here and now I know exactly what I want so shut up and give me my present!"

Grimmjow shook his head. "No, not yet. First we have to go over a few guide lines."

"Guide lines? Like what promises not to touch each other below the belt? Promise to not fall even harder for you? Pfft! Fat chance of that happening Grimmjow! We both know its too late so just hurry up and give it to me!" I shifted my hips forward and made a move to pull down my pants only to be stilled. Grimmjow shook his head again.

"No I'm not gonna fuck you Kurosaki."

I got right into his face and snarled and hissed like an angry hell cat, "What do you mean you're not gonna fuck me?! We both know at this stage I'm not gonna lie back and settle for some sloppy second rate hand job."

Grimmjow knocked his fist into my jaw. Seemed he didn't think much of my snarky tone. "Now you listen here Ichigo," he held up 2 fingers and counted down, "One nothing I do is ever sloppy or second rate and two I never said that it was just gonna be a simple hand job so shut up and say thank you."

"Idiot," I chided, my tone taking on a teasing and playful sort of lilt as I mirrored his earlier action and knocked my fist into his jaw, "I can hardly shut up and say thank you at the same time so stop contradicting yourself, Grimmjow."

Grimmjow narrowed his electric blues. "Don't get smart with me Ichigo, just get over here and accept your gift."

By gift my best friend was quite obviously referring to the delicious package hidden inside his pajamas. Wouldn't stay hidden for long if I had any say in it. And I would.

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I wasted little to no time in burying my nose in his crotch inhaling the natural masculine musk that was purely and uniquely Grimmjow. I couldn't wait to wrap my mouth around his length, feel his big hard cock move and dance down my throat. I nearly blacked out from the mental image I painted for myself just then.

I couldn't believe after all the time that had passed it was finally happening. Not the full nine but a memorable moment nonetheless. I would cherish this night always.

I was panting and moaning like a slut in a porno but I didn't care. I felt fingers curl and pull at my hair, then his lips hovered near my ear without actually touching, "Easy now, I haven't finished going over the rules yet."

Rules? Fuck the rules! I glared up at Grimmjow giving him a 'you can't be serious?' type of look.

"I'm dead serious Ichigo. We need to take proper precautions before things escalate further."

At any other place in time I would mockingly congratulate my friend on his sudden extensive use of vocabulary but now wasn't the time. Now I was horny and nothing else mattered but taking care of primal needs.

"What the hell? Who cares about shit like that at a time like this?" I rubbed my thighs together hating that I was still wearing my pajama bottoms when all I really wanted to do was rub up against Grimmjow and-

"ICHIGO!" He growled and yanked at my hair.

I hissed and snarled back, "What?"

The fingers curled deeper in my hair and Grimmjow pulled hard enough to make me wince.

"I'm not gonna let this go any further if you continue being stubborn."

Was he fucking for real?

"Idiot! This isn't me being stubborn this is me being horny." His eyes flashed warningly but I pressed on, the fire in my own eyes rising to the surface, "You should just be grateful that I don't wrestle you down to the mattress and impale myself on your cock!"

"You-!"

And that was it. Grimmjow couldn't seem to formulate a proper sentence after that. Couldn't seem to find the strength to protest or argue with me.

I would have grinned in triumph except suddenly…my mouth was too filled with his cock to do so.

This was a good thing though and I did do a celebratory dance in my head. I was so fucking ecstatic that after all the constant pushing and shoving I finally…finally got my best friend to cave. I got Grimmjow to stop worrying and just-

"Ngggh yesss right there, so fucking good."

And it was good. Not that I didn't fumble and nearly choke quite a few times because I did. But only in the beginning.

But both of us were too far gone to give a shit or maybe my best friend was just being polite. I didn't know. Or really care because once I got the hang of things-developed a rhythm it was pure bliss.

Warm sticky cum coated the back of my throat and burned in the most perfect way. Through my lusty haze I looked up at Grimmjow and felt my heart and masculine pride swell at the sight of him. Sure he tried to play it cool-gnawing on the inside of his cheek-hissing between his teeth-blue eyes blown wide practically rolling into the back of his skull-one could hardly blame me for shooting off my own load at the exact same moment.

And in the back of my mind I knew that come morning things would probably be a little weird but I rather not think about that right now especially since Grimmjow's hands were finally…finally moving out of my hair and on to my flushed and heated skin.

A definite signal that the next round was about to begin.

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(SHIRO)

I've never been much of a voyeur. Had no interest in watchin' others hump each other into oblivion.

But once I'd come across such a scene it was difficult to turn away. I had no one to blame but myself. Didn't plan it, followin' Santa-Ichi back to his cabin was a whim honest it was. I just wanted to take a lil' peek.

I had no idea I'd find my Santa getting it on with some blunet with a perfect six-pack and a feral grin. I should have been concerned, jealous, outraged! But I was none of these things. Those were petty humans emotions and I was above such things.

Shape shifters didn't do jealous and as for being concerned or outraged? Well that would have just been stupid and pointless 'cuz ya see even though my Santa-Ichi was cozying up to the blunet-even though the two were getting well acquainted with each other's bodies I noted that no lip or tongue action had taken place (blow jobs didn't count!)

I was bothered by this although for the life of me I didn't know why. It just didn't make any damn sense to me though. If the blunet was Ichi's lover shouldn't he want to kiss my Santa breathless (senseless?) Shouldn't he want to suckle Ichi's full bottom lip? Shouldn't he want to devour every single inch of my Santa-Ichi?

And what was up with that expression on his face? It wasn't one of love. It was…the hell? It looked like a mixture of lust, pity, and regret. Pissed me off!

Yeah pissed I said it so scratch what I said a few minutes prior 'cuz as it turns out I do feel some human emotions.

I had half a mind to climb through the window and strangle the big blunet. No stranglin' him by his neck wouldn't be nearly good enough. I wanted to rip out his insides and string em' up like pretty garland on the mantle.

How dare he use my Santa-Ichi in this way? How dare this bastard touch Ichi without loving him! Did he really think he was that fuckin' special? Did he think he was some how better than my Santa-Ichi? What, had this bastard simply been bored and horny and decided that Ichi my Santa-Ichi was a convenient hole for him to plow?

Couldn't he see how he was hurting my Santa?

Couldn't he see how he was tearin' my Ichi up from the inside out? Was he really that damn oblivious to Ichi's feelings when I could feel/sense it through the glass of the window?

How could he be so evil? How could this guy continue to touch my Santa-Ichi when he wasn't even fully into 'em?

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Watching Ichi now, bent like a lovely human pretzel, his hardened nipples rubbin' against the fabric of the sheets (least I assumed they were rough) his delectable lil' ass twitchin' from just a few fingers-his perfect peach-rose colored hole suckling the digits in greedily-his mouth moving-silently cryin' out for more-beggin' to be filled to the brim.

I let out a violent string of curses both directed at the damn blunet and myself.

Why the fuck was I watchin' this shit? Why the hell was I lettin' this happen? My Santa-Ichi needed proper release and if this big lug was too arrogant or insecure or whatever to give it to him then I should take over.

That's what I wanted right? That was my main purpose for seekin' my Santa out wasn't it? I needed a Santa to satiate my hunger. I needed Ichi and it was becoming increasingly crystal clear that Ichi needed me. He just didn't know it yet.

At last I looked away and leapt down from the windowsill. I needed to brainstorm. To plot. To plan. Figure out where to go from here. I also needed to shoot off about 20 or so loads of cum but that could wait. It would have to wait.

I told my Santa-Ichi I would come for him on the 25th and that he should prepare himself-that our meeting was destiny. Half of my speech-actually more than half had been complete bullshit. Whatever. Now that I'd seen my Santa in such a way-all raw and exposed and vulnerable I realized a simple seduction wouldn't be enough.

I would need to win Ichi's heart. I would need to make him forget all about the selfish blunet bastard he was head over ass for. I would need to get close to my Santa, earn his trust and get him to see that the blunet was no good for him.

It would take time. And while I technically had plenty of it I wasn't the most patient of shifters and so I would have to speed things along.

I would have to get close to Santa Ichi-his family or at the very least his friends. I would find the ones he had called Shinji and Nnoi. Somethin' told me I wouldn't have to search very far-that the two were most likely staying in the cabin with him.

And as for the blunet? Well I'd make the bastard pay!

Dawn was fast approachin' and supernatural or not I needed my beauty sleep. Time to catch some Zzzz's but when I next woke it would be show time!

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TO BE CONCLUDED

THANK YOU FOR READING! HOPE TO SEE YOU NEXT TIME!

~SLY~