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A Very Merry Secret Santa, 2012 (The Story)
It was one of those rare Christmases that actually felt like a holiday. Instead of ending up in a motel room, the Winchesters came to visit another hunter - Bobby Singer - at his house. While John had to leave on a hunt, the two boys were free to do whatever they felt like. Making snowmen in the backyard, sipping on the cheap hot chocolate Bobby made, watching cartoons on the TV - this was how they spent their holiday week.
Every night, Sam - dressed in his favorite red flannel jacket - would drift off to sleep watching Rudolph or Frosty. Bobby didn't offer to carry him upstairs. Instead Dean, who'd turned eight a while ago, picked up his smaller brother and carried him to their room. He gently placed Sam in the bed near the window. Usually, Sam was a deep sleeper, but on Christmas Eve, Sam's eyes fluttered open a little and he smiled, looking out through the window's glass and up at the stars. Dean yawned a bit, changing into his pajamas and climbing under the blankets next to his bab
When Cas Goes to the Grocery Store: The StoryCastiel could nearly smell the burgers, but by the time he wheeled his cart to the freezer aisle, he saw an old woman. She had silver hair and clean black pants, a pink t-shirt and black sweater. The angel could tell - she had a pure soul. On any given day, Castiel would have felt compelled to have a small, friendly chat with her or even help her carry her groceries outside. After all, it was his duty to himself and to God. But when he saw her take out the last of the White Castle burgers, something inside changed.
Perhaps it was his human vessel. All of a sudden, his craving for the burgers - which he and Dean had since run out of at home - intensified. He couldn't wait until the grocery store decided to restock their shelves. And Dean, being Dean, had of course chose a home in the Middle-of-Nowhere, Kansas (as Sam had named it). There wasn't another grocery store for miles. Castiel could always zap himself to another location, a different store. But he'd been taking care of the child
When Cas Discovers CoffeeDean woke up from his sleep, startled by a crash. He grabbed the salt and gun by his bed and glanced over at his brother's: empty. "Sam? Sammy!"
Another crash. Dean ran into the kitchen. "Sam, are you -"
Sam was standing in the kitchen, cringing, as a blur of black and beige zipped across the room like the Tasmanian Devil.
"What the hell...? Is that a demon?"
Sam ducked as a lamp flew across the room and nearly hit his head, "Nope."
The tornado spun to a stop and there stood a nerdy tax accountant in a trenchcoat: the angel Castiel. Dean only shook his head. "What happened to you, Cas?"
Still shaking, Castiel answered quickly, "Coffee."
In a second he was gone from the room. Sam looked around confused before Cas appeared at another corner. And then he disappeared. And reappeared on the ceiling fan. Disappeared again, before showing up on the motel counter above the mini-fridge, which he opened with one wing and grabbed another iced coffee.
Dean sat helplessly in a chair, watching as Ca
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