Important: This is the 3rd last story of 2023. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 12th, 2024 with the first story of the new year.
Written: 23.08.31
Words: 487
Sabriel (Implied), 2023’s 2nd Thanksgiving story
Prompt: Stuffing Month
“Sammich.”
The sing-song voice that floated through the door made the giant’s shoulders relax. He swung the door open and finally found his boyfriend – who was laying on the bed with nothing but a sheet covering his nether regions.
Sam rolled his eyes and made his way over to the closet, “People are gonna start showing up soon, y’know.”
“Doesn’t mean we have to let them in.” Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at the ex-hunter’s back, “C’mon Sammich. Stuff me.”
Sam couldn’t help but chuckle at that, hand faltering as he reached for his suit, “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
Gabriel sat up, letting the sheet fall to the side, “I’m just trying to help you find your holiday spirit.”
Important: This is the 4th last story of 2023. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January offfrom posting. I’ll be back January 12th, 2024 with the 1st story of the new year.
Written: 23.08.29
Words: 1,946
C2C, Destiel (ish), 2023’s Halloween story
Prompt: Popcorn Poppin’ Month
Cas approached the door cautiously, eyes scanning the space but finding nothing disturbed. He got up on his tiptoes to see out the window in the door, eyes narrowing as he saw a tall hooded figure standing with it’s back to it.
Cas steeled himself with a deep breath before he ripped the door open, raising his angel blade just as the creature turned around.
“Hey Ca- whoa, whoa! It’s me! It’s Sam!”
The fallen angel blinked in surprise as the hood fell off the creature’s head, hand faltering around the raised blade. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he slowly lowered the weapon as he saw it was Sam standing before him.
Cas tilted his head to the side as he took in the outfit the giant was wearing – it wasn’t his typical plaid and faded jeans. He nodded to the hooded cape and silk pants, “What’re you wearing?”
Sam lifted the sides of his cape and turned from side to side, “I’m a vampire!” Now that he wasn’t actually in danger, he took a minute to check out the fallen angel’s costume, “Aw man, he made you a vamp, too?”
“I guess.” Cas looked down at his own outfit with a huff, “None of the vampires we’ve hunted have dressed like this.”
“If we dressed like actual vamps, no one would know what we were.”
“I thought that was the point?”
“It is if they’re actually vamps, but…” Sam let his voice trail off at the lack of understanding on the ex-angel’s face. He chuckled and shook his head, “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Uh, here,” He turned around, grabbing two plastic pumpkin baskets up off the porch, holding one out, “Take this.”
“What’s this for?”
“Just…” Sam took a few steps up to the door before ringing the doorbell.
“It’s not locked.”
Sam couldn’t help but chuckle again. He lowered his voice as they heard footsteps approach, “When the door opens, say trick or treat.”
“I don’t-” Cas cut himself off as the door swung open, revealing Dean, who had a cleaver sticking out the top of his head and a bloody apron.
Sam bumped his arm before holding his pumpkin out, big smile splitting his face, “Trick or treat!”
Dean got some candy out of his apron pocket, dropping it into his brother’s basket, “Here you go.” He then turned expectant eyes to the ex-angel, “Do you have something you want to say?”
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Important: This is the 5th last story of 2023. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 12th, 2024 with the 1st story of the new year!
Written: 23.06.28
Words: 1,560
Hallucifer, Dark-ish, 2023’s 1st Thanksgiving fic
Prompt: Pizza & Beer Day
“Crap,” Sam raced over to the bunker’s oven as he saw black smoke billow out from the corners of the door. He grabbed the oven mitts off the counter and flung the door open, allowing more smoke to come out, “Crap, crap, crap.”
“Can’t you do anything right?”
The giant did his best to ignore his hallucination’s words as he not-so-carefully reached through the thick blackness blindly, using feel to get the now-ruined turkey out of the oven. He reached over the roasting pan to turn the appliance off and deflated against the counter with disappointment. Damn it!
Lucifer raised an eyebrow from his perch on the kitchen island, “How did you think it was gonna turn out?”
Just as he slid the oven mitts off, the smoke alarm started blaring. Oh, come on! Sam rushed over to the opposite side of the room, desperately waving one of the oven mitts in front of the screeching thing.
“I didn’t think it was possible for you to do any worse than that last hunt,” Lucifer spun around on the counter to face the giant, wicked smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, “But now…”
“Come on, turn off…turn off!” Sam began waving the mitt more frantically the longer the blaring alarm sounded.
“Big bro’s a deep sleeper, right?”
“Just shut up, alright?” Sam turned on his heel, snarling at his hallucination, “I don’t need to hear your sh-”
“Jesus, Sam!”
His brother’s panicked voice from the doorway startled the giant, and he couldn’t help the blush that darkened his cheeks at getting caught, of course this is when you walk in.
The blonde rushed over, snatching a towel off the counter as he came, before he joined his brother in waving the smoke away. They worked in silence for a good couple of minutes – long enough for Sam’s shoulders to begin aching from the repeated motion – before the alarm finally, thankfully turned off.
“Big bro to the rescue.” Even though his back was turned, Sam could hear the smirk in the devil’s voice, “Again.”
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“Ugh!” Sam let out an annoyed groan and pulled uselessly on the untied tie hanging around his neck, “Come on!”
He stomped a foot in agitation and frowned down at the piece of fabric. Surely tying a tie wasn’t supposed to be this hard? His eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall and he groaned again, I don’t have time for this.
Not wanting to be late, the teen shoved the stupid article of clothing into his pocket before grabbing his suit jacket off the back of his chair. He shrugged it on and took one last look at himself in the mirror, here goes nothing.
“Whoa, Sammy!” Dean came running out of the kitchen, mayo-ed knife nearly slipping from his grip as he leaned himself against the front door, blocking the youngest, “Where’s the fire?”
“Move, dude.” Sam pulled on his brother’s arm in a failed attempt to get him off the door, “I’m already late.”
“You’re such a nerd.” Dean settled against the hunk of wood and raised an eyebrow, “Haven’t you ever heard of being fashionably late?”
“I don’t want Gabriel to think I stood him up.” Sam tugged on his brother’s arm again, harder this time, “Come on, Dean!”
The whiny tone did nothing but make the blonde laugh. He gave his brother a once over before letting out a low whistle, “How come you never dress this spiffy when we go out?”
“Because I don’t care about you.”
“Ouch,” Dean placed the hand holding the knife over his heart and stumbled away from the door a few feet, “That hurt, Sammy.”
Sam let out a breath as he finally managed to rip the door open, bolting down the driveway, “I don’t care!”
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“There’s no time to explain!” He grabbed an empty bag and gestured for the youngest to follow him, “Hurry up!”
The urgency in his brother’s voice helped wake Sam up, getting his Hunter Instinct to kick in and he nodded, grabbing a bag off the table before hurrying up the steps after the blonde. He steeled himself as he made his way through the open door, needing to squint as the sunlight hit his eyes.
Once his eyes adjusted, he stopped short as his brother rushed toward the street – which held an overturned transport truck – and raised an eyebrow, “This was the big emergency?”
The blonde fell to his knees in front of the giant pile of burgers that had flooded out into the street and began arm-sweeping the treats into his bag, “Uh, yeah! I gotta save them!”
“Save… the burgers?” Sam made his way closer and took a curious look up and down the road. Other than the truck and his brother, it was empty, “From what?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of the 5 second rule?”
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“Ah,” Dean let out a content sigh as he watched the flames on the pyre in front of them flicker against the dark sky.
Sam snorted and shook his head, “Only you could be happy watching a body burn.”
“Pfft, please,” The blonde waved a dismissive hand before making the short trip over to the car, opening the backseat door, “how could you not be happy knowing there’s one less Wendigo running around?”
“I still think it’s weird you built a pyre for it.”
“Oh, sure,” Dean rolled his eyes as he leaned forward, digging the cooler off the floor, “next time I’ll just let the forest catch on fire.”
“No complaining.” He poured half the blender contents into a tall glass before dropping a crazy straw into it. He then carefully balanced what the giant was really hoping was a type of herb and not a random leaf from out the bunker’s front door between it and the rim before sliding it over to the table. “You’re welcome.”
“Uh…” Sam couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at the concoction in front of him, “What is it?”
“It’s a drink, Sammy.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” The giant rolled his eyes as his brother made his way back toward the counter, “I meant what kind of drink is it?”
“A Mojito.”
Sam barked out a laugh at that. His laughter died down as he watched the blonde flick the towel he was holding up onto his shoulder before crossing his arms over his chest, “Seriously?”
“You got a problem with that?”
“No, no, no problem,” Sam held his hands up in mock surrender before turning back to the cocktail in front of him, “Is it…” He frowned, tilting his head to one side as he stared at the glass, “Are you sure it’s a Mojito?”
The narrowed eyes from his brother was all the reply the giant needed before he reached for the glass. He let out a breath as he brought the drink up to his face, I don’t think they’re supposed to be red…
Sam ducked behind a large rock just as a blast was fired toward him. Shit, that was close. He adjusted his stance in the sand, doing his best to not be distracted by the way it squished between his toes as he chanced a glance around the rock.
Shit, he’d lost visual on his target. He shook his head as he took a moment to make sure his gun had enough ammo to finish this fight. They’d fought their way down almost the entire length of the beach, and there was no sign of the fight letting up.
“Sammich.”
Sam spun around at the voice and scrunched up his face as he was assaulted with water. After a minute, the spray sputtered and finally stopped, much to Gabriel’s disappointment.
Sam swiped a hand down his face, effectively getting some water out of his eyes, “You said no powers!”
“Pfft, please,” Gabe sent his lover a lop-sided grin as he rested his now empty water gun against his shoulder, “There are no rules in war.”
Sam rolled his eyes but sprayed the angel’s shirt anyway.
“Hey!”
The giant couldn’t help but chuckle as he darted around the smaller man, continuing to spray him as he moved away from his wrath, “You just said there were no rules.”
The angel held up his hands in a futile attempt to keep his shirt dry, “Yeah, for me!”
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“I’ll have a hoagie with everything on it, and a beer.”
“Beer?” Shelly’s smile faltered at that and she shot a look over her shoulder to the clock that was hanging behind the cash register, “It’s 11am.”
Dean leaned back against the booth and gave her a shrug, “We work nights.”
Shelly raised an eyebrow, “Think you can keep it a secret if I sneak you a beer?”
“Pfft, please,” Dean winked at her, straightening back up, “Secret’s my middle name.”
The blonde licked her lips at that before turning to walk away. Sam let out a scoff as she made her way toward the kitchen, “Thanks a lot.”
Dean didn’t tear his eyes away from her behind, “What?”
Sam shook his head before leaning across the table, “Dude, you have got to stop getting distracted.”
“I’m not distracted.” At the look, the blonde held up his hands, “What? The job’s done, we’re leaving tomorrow. Until then…”
“We’re not done.”
“The ashes of the vamp nest would beg to differ.”
Sam rolled his eyes before lowering his voice, “We finished the job in town, but you know as well as I do this wasn’t a one off nest acting up. It’s… bigger than that.”
“Bigger how?”
“How should I know?” Sam leaned back against the booth, letting out a breath, “That’s why we need to research.”
“Okay, fine.” Dean scrubbed a hand down his face, “Why don’t you go back to the motel and get started, and I’ll…
