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Last 5 Days of Advent Challenge 2012

bluemoondreamer — Tue, 25 Dec 2012 01:27:48 GMT

Title: Snow Angels
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam liked to make snow angels when he was a kid but hasn't made one in years.
Characters/pairings: Sam, Dean
Note: Day 21 at adventchallenge. Prompt #16 Angels.

It was Christmas Eve at Bobby's. After the boys spent much of the day before decorating the tree with popcorn strands and paper chain ribbon, they were all ready to settle down and relax with a few beers in front of the television watching football games.

Apparently, part of Sam's definition of relaxing included running outside first thing in the morning to play in the snow.

Up until Sam turned into a moody teenager, Dean was always letting Sammy indulge in his absolute delight at playing in the snow. No matter where the Winchesters lived Sam would always search out snow banks to build forts in or flat open spaces to make his favorite; angels.

A fresh snow fall had come down the night before at Bobby's and Sam couldn't wait to go out and play, even if he was in his twenties. He loved the clean, crisp quality the air had in the morning after a big snow storm. He loved the soft white blankets and puffs of snow that covered every surface. And he loved to destroy all of those puffy mounds of powder.

Stepping out onto the porch dressed in three layers of clothes, Sam's first act was to swipe his hand down the railing and brush all the snow off the top. He then headed down the stairs kicking and swiping snow everywhere. He had his eye on a flat surface of snow just in front of the house. It would be perfect for making snow angels; smooth, flat and fluffy.

Sam lined himself up with the best spot and casually fell backwards into the snow. He lay there for a few minutes, just letting the cold seep into his bones. It was very cold, but it was also comforting. The snow had molded to his body, gently cradling his head and back. It was marvelous.

After a while Sam started to move. His arms swept up and down and his legs moved from side to side. When he was satisfied there was enough snow pushed out of the way, Sam stealthily got to his feet and admired his work. There in the snow was a huge snow angel. The first he'd made since the winter he was eleven. After that he decided that he was too grown up to be playing in the snow like a little baby, but that didn't mean he hadn't missed it.

Title: That silly Santa hat
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: While Sam is having fun in the snow Dean and Cas sit on the porch watching him.
Characters/pairings: Dean/Castiel
Note: Day 22 at adventchallenge. Prompt #20 Kissing Santa Clause

Meanwhile, Dean and Cas could be found sitting on the top step watching Sammy. They'd had their fun the day before while making a snowman and decided that even though the new snow fall was tempting, it was just too damn cold to be getting sopping wet like Sam.

"Just look at that sasquatch making his sasquatch snow angel." Dean said fondly. He glanced over at Cas and had to hold back his laughter at just how cute Cas looked in his red and white Santa hat. Instead he just grinned. Cas had found the hat just before checking out at the grocery store the other day and decided that he had to have it.

In fact, Dean had been grinning at Cas for about twenty four hours straight because Cas absolutely refused to take off the silly hat. But somehow it was OK because Cas seemed to be grinning right back. Like he was right then, and like usual Dean just couldn't bring himself to look away.

Dean knew that he and Cas could get into some pretty epic starting contests. But none had seemed so heated as the few they had shared in the past couple days. Usually, right about now there would be someone to cough or clear their throat, then Cas and Dean would jump back and try not to look at each other for the rest of the day. They usually lasted about fifteen minutes.

But at this particular moment, with Bobby still sleeping on his cot and Sammy working on his second snow angel, there was no one around to break them apart. Dean found himself moving ever so much closer to Cas. His head tilted to just the right angle and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Dean knew he was lining himself up to kiss Cas but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to care.

As their lips met, Dean and Cas finally closed their eyes and the staring contest was over. For a moment they shared a calm and slow kiss, but quickly they turned their staring contest into a battle of lips and tongues. The kiss was fierce and heated. Dean knew that this is what all the heated stares were leading up too and instead of freaking out, Dean decided to go with it and just enjoy the moment.

There was time for freaking out later, like when Sam and Bobby learned of the new development between Dean and his angel.

Title: All I want for Christmas Is You
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: After dinner the boys and Bobby are sitting in the living room and admiring their decorations, Cas has one more decoration he wants to put up and he needs Sam's help.
Characters/pairings: Sam/Castiel, Dean, Bobby
Note: Day 23 at adventchallenge. Prompt #1 Mistletoe and wine

"Dinner was great Bobby, thanks!" Sam patted his belly with a grin. "I'm so full."

"You'd better be full, boy. You ate an entire half of that whole pot of lasagna. I swear it, if I didn't care about you all as much as I do I wouldn't be keeping you boys around thanks to the way you go through my pantry." Bobby's tone was gruff but the little smile on his face told the boys that they'd better keep eating everything Bobby put in front of them.

"I'm glad we decided to come here this year. We should make it a thing huh, Bobby? What'd you say to having all of us up here every Christmas from now on?" Sam looked at his brother in shock. Taking one year off of hunting to visit a friend was one thing, but to take time off every year just didn't sound like Dean at all.

"That sounds like a fine idea Dean. Just don't go getting sappy on me now, ya hear?" Bobby looked pointedly at Dean and Sam. "You come over and it's beer and football and maybe a few snow ball fights. No more crafts to decorate the tree and singing carols by the fire place."

Cas looked confused. "We didn't sing any carols by the fireplace but that sounds like a good idea, may we?"

"NO." said Sam, Dean and Bobby. Castiel's face fell.

"Can we watch inspirational Christmas movies on the television?"

"No." Said Bobby and Dean. Sam had stayed quiet for this one.

"Sammy?" Dean looked at his brother, shock and disgust on his face. "Really? You're into all those sappy Christmas movies?"

"Well, they're not all that bad." Sam tried defending his manly honor. He didn't give it much of a shot because he knew Dean would do whatever Sam and Cas wanted to do and Bobby, well Bobby would be overruled and would just have to deal.

"Great! Only, before we start the moveis can we put up this one more decoration I found in the box?" Cas held up a sprig of mistletoe.

"What's the point in that? There aren't any girls around here for you all to be kissing." Bobby didn't catch the quick glance Dean and Cas shared.

"That doesn't matter. The point is that it's tradition. All the Christmas songs and stories mention hanging mistletoe." Cas pleaded his case.

"Fine, fine. Whatever, just don't break anything." Bobby was already starting to wheel himself out of the living room toward the kitchen. "I need some whisky. If we ain't going to watch sports I need something stronger."

"Sam, you're the tallest, would you help me hang it here?" Cas pointed at a spot on the ceiling. He handed the mistletoe to Sam and stepped back to watch him work.

"Cas, would you get the remote while you're up?" Dean called from his relaxed position on the couch. The remote was on the table behind Sam so Cas had to duck around him carefully so as not to upset his balance. As Cas turned back around with the remote in his hand Sam had just finished hanging the mistletoe and stepped back to check if it looked alright. He and Cas collided together and landed in a pile on the floor.

Once they had gotten their bearings, Cas looked up past Sam's head to the ceiling where he hung the mistletoe. "Looks good Sam. You hung it right where I wanted it." Cas's gaze shifted to meet Sam's.

Sam's eyes opened and looked into Cas's. Their staring contest didn't last as long as Cas's and Dean's usually would, nor was it as heated, but there was something about staring into Castiel's eyes at that moment, that Sam just couldn't get enough of.

But before he knew it the contest was over. Cas had moved his head close enough and swiftly enough to lock lips with the youngest Winchester with out Sam even noticing.

This kiss didn't start soft and slow like the one with Dean. It went straight to fierce and heated. Strangely enough, Dean didn't jump up and separate the two. He was comfortable enough to just sit there for a minute and watch as his brother and his angel made out. If he were being completely honest with himself he might have admitted to feeling aroused by the image, but as it was he decided he was simply feeling generous.

After a few moments he stood up and said he was going to go help Bobby find the whisky and it'd be smart for the two of them to be finished by the time they came back. He figured he was going to need some of the good stuff too, if he was going to survive the night.

Title: Faithful Friend Who Are Dear to Us
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 15
Summary: It is Christmas morning and Dean discovers that he's woken up in bed with Castiel in the middle of a Winchester sandwich.
Characters/pairings: Dean/Castiel Sam/Castiel, maybe pre-Sam/Castiel/Dean
Note: Day 24 at adventchallenge. Prompt #19 Yule-tide Gay

Dean's first conscious thought was that Castiel's hair smelt very good that morning. Like cinnamon and cloves. His second thought was to question why he knew what Cas's hair smelt like and why Cas was in bed with him.

Wait, Cas is in my bed? What's going on? Dean figured that the two had been sleeping quite comfortably together; Dean on his back with Cas curled up on his side, his head on Dean's shoulder. Even now, he felt as though he could just close his eyes and fall right back asleep, except for one thing. There was another person in the room.

Dean held his breath for a few heartbeats and was able to distinguish two sounds of sleep-breathing. One he could identify as Castiel's because every time he heard someone breath out he felt the corresponding puff of air on his chest. The other he could identify because he had spent his entire childhood and most of his adult life hearing those same sleep-sounds from his brother. Sam was the other person in the room with him and Cas. And, judging by the way Dean was nearly falling off the edge of the bed, Sam was probably also in bed with them.

Deciding that panicking was probably not the way to go right now with the other two so sound asleep, Dean simply stayed where he was and tried to remember what had happened the night before to get the three of them where they were now.

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After watching one horribly sappy Christmas movie of Cas's choice, Bobby said good night and kicked them out of his bedroom. Dean grabbed the half empty bottle of whisky and the three of them made their way to the large guest bedroom upstairs. There were actually two bedrooms on the second floor in addition to Bobby's master bedroom, but one was hardly bigger than a closet. Every time they would visit, Sam and Dean would flip a coin to decide who got to sleep in the big room. Now with Cas along, that tradition didn't change except that there was a third person to flip with and two winners instead of one.

Cas and Dean had won the latest flip and were staying in the big room together. So logically that's where all three of them went to continue their private Christmas Eve party.

Sam entered the room and flopped down face first on the bed. "I can't believe you won the big bedroom again!" Sam's muffled voice was barely heard through the comforter. "You must cheat. You always win the big room."

"I can assure you, Sam that with what angelic grace I have left I still would be able to tell if Dean cheated somehow. He did not cheat the coin flip." Castiel sat down on the bed beside Sam. "I did."

Sam's head lifted up off the comforter. Dean turned around to face Cas from the dresser where he was pouring himself a glass of liquor. "What'd ya mean, Cas? You used your angelic mojo to win against Sam?" Dean came over to Cas and sat down next to him. "I'm so proud of you!" He reached over and ruffled Castiel's hair affectionately.

"Actually, I won the flip because I wanted to be nearer to you, Dean." Cas said. He turned and faced Dean. Their epic heated staring contest was revived. This time it moved quicker than ever into a kiss; even before Sam could fake-cough and break them apart.

As soon as Sam realized what was happening he cleared his throat in embarrassment and started to get up off of the bed. "Right, um. I'll just go..."

But before he could do more than roll over and sit up on the edge of the bed, Cas had broken off the kiss with Dean and turned around to face Sam. "Don't go, please Sam. I wanted to be nearer to you too, but the both of you were so insistent on that game of yours to choose bedrooms, I didn't know how to say I just wanted the three of us to share together." He leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Sam's lips. "Please stay."

Sam looked over Cas's shoulder to his brother. Dean's eyes were opened wide in shock and disbelief. It was one thing to kiss his angel friend and enjoy it, it was another thing to watch his angel friend kiss his brother and maybe enjoy the view but it was a completely different thing to hear his angel friend invite his brother to share the night in the same bed with the other two and thoroughly enjoy the idea.

If there was ever going to be a moment for Dean to freak out, this would be it.

Except that when Sam looked over to him, Dean couldn't find anything that amounted to disgust or repulsion in Sam's eyes. In fact, Sam was looking somehow aroused yet hesitant. "Are you OK with that, Dean?"

Dean took a moment to think about the development of the evening. "Guess so, Sammy. Seems we're all a little yule-tide Gay, huh?"

Sam groaned. "Not funny dude."

Title: Let Nothing You Dismay
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 15
Summary: A little later in the morning, the brothers and the angel talk about what happened and what might happen in the future.
Characters/pairings: Sam/Castiel, Dean/Castiel, maybe pre-Sam/Castiel/Dean
Note: Day 25 at adventchallenge. Prompt #18 Tidings of comfort and joy

After thinking for a few minutes on how the three of them ended up in bed together, Dean decided he was too tired to get up right then and went back to sleep. He was woken up later on as Sam rolled out of bed the bed and started to pull his jeans on.

"So, did we... Did anything happen last night?" Dean asked quietly.

Sam laughed softly, "Why, what do you think might have happened?"

"I don't know! That's why I'm asking you!" Dean said a bit more forcefully.

"Don't worry, Dean. Nothing happened." Sam pulled his sweatshirt down over his head. "You and Cas kissed one more time and then you passed out. Cas insisted that I sleep here too and so we rolled you over and somehow managed to squeeze in together. And don't take this the wrong way dude, but that is not a great first impression to give to your new boyfriend."

Dean had managed to gently maneuver himself from underneath Cas and sit up by this time. "Shhhh, you'll wake him." Dean pulled the covers further up over Cas's shoulders as he rolled off of the bed.

"Too late." Came a muffled groan from the bed.

"Cas! Sorry we woke you." Dean searched the ground and found his jeans and shoes on the floor by his feet. He lifted his head and glared meaningfully at his brother.

"We didn't think you'd want to sleep uncomfortably in your jeans, so Cas took them off after we'd gotten you situated."

Cas sat up in bed. The blanket bunched up around his waist. "Are you OK, Dean. I hope we didn't do something to upset you last night."

"Hum, yeah. No my jeans. That's fine, thanks for taking them off. I would have been totally uncomfortable now if I still had them on." Dean pulled said jeans back up over his legs.

"That doesn't mean you are totally comfortable right now though, does it?" Cas observed. "What has made you upset?"

"Um, maybe the fact that I just slept in bed with a male angel and my brother and we all but three-way kissed last night? I need time to process that kind of shit, you know?" Dean sat back down on the bed with a flop. "I wasn't gay or 'angel-sexual' until yesterday, OK. This is all very new to me."

"It is new to me too, Dean." Said Castiel. He moved up on the bed and sat a bit closer to Dean. "But I really like the both of you, and I would like to get to know the both of you on a more intimate level. There need not be any interaction between the two of you, if you don't wish it."

Sam sat on the other side of the bed. "I really like you too, Cas. And yeah, anything with Dean might be taking things a little too far for the moment."

"For the moment? What do you mean by that Sam?" Dean shot out of bed and glared at his brother.

"You can't deny that you felt something when watching Sam and I kiss, Dean. I saw it in your eyes afterward. You two make me happy. And it would be the highest honor if we three could share in that joy together. But I understand if we have to work up to that point." Cas stood up and pulled Dean's head in for another kiss.

"And what do you say to that, Sam?" Dean asked after the kiss had finished.

"I say that I would like to see where this goes, too. I think Cas and I can certainly get along, and if it turns into more," He shrugged. "Then I'll go with that, too."

Dean stood stock still for a few moments. He had to process what Sam and Cas were telling him. Cas said he wants to have a threesome relationship with me and my brother, but he'll take what he can get for now. And Sam basically said he'd go along with whatever Cas wanted.

Dean decided to put the big decision on the back burner for the moment and concentrate on more pressing issues. "Ok, that's enough of tidings of comfort and joy for now. Who wants breakfast?"

SPN - Trimming The Tree: Part 2 - PG 15

bluemoondreamer — Fri, 21 Dec 2012 05:01:04 GMT

Title: Trimming The Tree: Part 2
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not made for profit.
Summary: The brothers and Castiel continue to set up and decorate the tree. Story continues from Day 11.
Pairing/Characters: Bobby, Sam, Dean, Castiel
Rating: PG 15
Note: Day 20 at adventchallenge. Prompt #11 Sweet silver bells

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Sam was back inside in an instant and headed straight for the bag of corn. He dished some out into a deep pot with a little oil in the bottom and turned the stove burner on to make some popcorn. He headed back into the study or the living room to see if Bobby had any extra construction paper, or colored paper, or wrapping paper or any paper really.

He remembered back to one of the years he spent with Jessica in California and how that year in particular they were both very low on money around Christmas time. They ended up not exchanging gifts, but Jessica insisted they had a tree to decorate anyway. Sam found a scrawny little tree in the back corner of the nearby tree lot and together he and Jess made a bunch of ornaments and trimmings from random stuff they had around the house. One of the things they made for the tree was something Jess remembered doing from when she was a kid in her elementary classes. They cut thin strips of paper and glued the ends together. Then they made long chains to wrap around the tree by linking the strips of paper together.

That, along with the strands of popcorn (another of Jess's innovations) and the glass balls that Castile found, would be all the boys needed to trim that fake tree to the nines.

"Hey guys, I've got some ideas for our tree." Sam said as he came back into the room. Dean and Castiel were not paying him any attention. They were crouched around the box of decorations while Dean carefully pulled a beautiful set of silver bells from a smaller box that they must have found under the other stuff.

"What'cha got there?" Sam started back over to them. "Looks pretty fragile."

"Yeah, the little box has 'fragile' written multiple times on every side. Yeah I got the memo, thanks Sammy."

The bells were hanging in a row of five down from a hook at the top. Each bell was slightly nestled inside the one above it so the whole thing looked a bit like a chain. If you tapped the ringer inside the bell on the bottom, it struck the bottom bell, then that bell struck the side of the bell above it and so on and so fourth. It was a beautiful construction of silver and porcelain.

And the sounds it made was just heavenly. At least that's what Sam assumed by the way Castiel was staring so intently and longingly as the ornament.

"Amazing, it sounds so beautiful." Castiel breathed.

Bobby decided to wheel his chair into the house at this time and saw what the boys were looking at. "Put that down, you don't know what you're dealing with!" Bobby was incensed, his face red and eyes wide. "Dean, put those back where you found them and I don't want you too bring them out ever again."

"Bobby, why?" Dean gently nested the bells inside each other and put the whole stack back into the box with lots of bubble wrap and tissue paper. "What's so important about those bells?"

"They were Karen's you idjut. Do I look like the type to keep such nice decorations for myself?" Bobby had moved around behind his desk and pulled out his bottle of whisky which he started sipping straight from the bottle. "She bought them for our the last Christmas we spent together. Obviously, she didn't know it was going to be our last, but I haven't had them out since. So put them away where they belong and don't make me tell you again."

"But Bobby, they're beautiful. They deserved to be hung and admired." Castiel pleaded with Bobby to let them use the bells on their tree. "Besides, we're dedicating this holiday to the women we miss most, right? Wouldn't Karen want you to use them every year to remember her by?"

Bobby's only response was silence and he remained so for quite a few minutes. He was so quiet and unmoving that the boys had given up waiting for Bobby's response and moved on to finish what they were doing. Sam headed back to the kitchen to finish up his popcorn and find some string and Castiel and Dean went back to putting the tree together and hanging the balls on the branches.

"Ok. Let's put them out this year." Bobby finally said. Sam had come back into the room and had started to thread some popcorn onto his string with a needle and Dean was just hanging the last glass ball from a branch.

Dean reached down, picked up the little box and handed it to Bobby. "Alright, here. You should do the honors."

Bobby opened the box and carefully pulled out the string of bells. Their delicate tinking noise was heard by everyone in the room as Bobby silently reached up and hung them near halfway up the side of the tree. "There, that'll do." Bobby wheeled back a few feet and admired the tree as a whole.

"Looking good boys, looking good. What can this old man do to help?"

"Here," Sam handed him the string of popcorn he'd already started. "Want to finish up for me here, I want to get started with the other decoration we can make, too."

"This ain't no kindygarden class, but I guess I'll give it a shot."

And with that, the four men continued to work almost entirely in silence until the strands of popcorn and the construction paper chains were finished and had been draped around the tree.
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Original - "The New Santa" - PG 13

bluemoondreamer — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 05:26:22 GMT

Title: The New Santa
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Original
Disclaimer: This one's mine.
Summary: Santa wants to take a vacation this year, so he hires a new guy to take his place.
Rating: PG 13 Overall - for language mostly
Note: I know I dropped the ball big time on this project. But I've caught up and here are the stories for the days I skipped. There are seven parts for each of the days I missed, which all add up to make one original story.

Day 13: Prompt: you can do the job
Summary: Santa has decided to take the year off and hires a new guy to fill his place.

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January 13th - Somewhere in North America

"Come one, you can't honestly expect me to believe that just because I answered an ad in the paper for 'a 'jolly' person, likes to stay out all night and loves animals and children' that I'm qualified to be the next Santa Clause!" Dennis was seated in a plush chair in a nice looking office in a big building in the middle of the city. He had called a number in answer to the classified ad and the woman on the other end gave him directions to come to this location. When he set out that morning he wasn't sure what kind of job offer he was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this.

"Now Dennis, I know you can do the job. I hired you for a reason. Of all the men and women who applied for the job I knew the minute you walked in the door that you'd be the best fit." Nick was positive he made the right choice. Dennis just needed a bit of encouragement.

"Dennis, do you remember the house you lived in as a child, and how it backed up to the farm next door?" Dennis nodded slowly, not sure where this was going. "Do you remember all the animals that used to wander over and how you'd take care of them, feed them and give them baths? Those animals were special to someone, and you treated them with the respect all animals deserve."

Dennis scoffed. "Yeah, but that was when I was a kid. I haven't had a pet in years. And I certainly wouldn't know the first thing about taking care of reindeer." Dennis stopped, shocked. "I can't believe just said that, like this is really happening! I'm just dreaming. Out too late and this is a crazy hangover dream."

"No Dennis. This is not a dream. I have hired you to be my replacement for the year. I need a vacation, do you know how long it's been?" Santa shook his head and stretched his arms. "400 years. Now can you really deprive an old man of some much needed time off?"

Dennis looked at the 'old man'. He didn't really look that old. Certainly not 400 years old. And he didn't particularly look like Santa Clause, either. Sure, he had the white beard and rosy cheeks. But he was wearing a nice green sweater and slacks, not a red suit, and he definitely didn't have the 'bowl full of jelly' belly.

"You don't even look like Santa! How can I trust that this is for real and not one of those Nigerian Prince Scams?" Dennis got in Nick's face and poked him in the belly. "Like I thought, hard as a rock. Where's the bowl full of jelly, Santa? Where's the nose like a cherry, huh? Where are the reindeer and the sleigh?" Dennis was working himself up to a lather so Nick gently moved him back to sitting in the chair.

Nick sat back down in his own chair and sighed. "My predecessor was the man responsible for many of the current descriptions and tales about Santa Clause. It was toward the end of his career that all the chubby and big bellied descriptions started showing up. He was getting lazy, not as efficient with his deliveries and people started seeing more of him and his big belly. Soon the board had to start looking for a permanent replacement and I was hired. And I'll have you know, I like to keep my self in shape. It's hard work climbing in and out of that sleigh, up and down chimneys. As for the nose like a cherry, everyone would have a red nose and red cheeks if they're outside all night long in the middle of the winter, don't you think?" Nick was being patient with Dennis' lack of belief and he was still positive that he'd made the right choice, Dennis just needed some time to come to terms with the situation. "And my reindeer? They are up on the roof. I had to get to work some how, right?"

"You work here? So you've got a second job when you're not Santa?"

"No Santa is a year round job. The board of directors manages this building. It is our North American production and assembly line. Most of the time I'm here or at our main base of operations keeping an eye on the workers and naughty or nice list, or making my own plans for Christmas Eve. I will show you some of what that entails later.

But for now, I will be training you here for the next 3 months with techniques on how to shimmy up and down the chimneys, how to gain access when there aren't chimneys and how to fly the sleigh. When I think you've mastered those skills, then I'll show you the production line. It is pretty self-sufficient actually, there's not much you have to worry about. The elves know how to do their jobs and make good quality gifts. But sometimes, especially around crunch time, you have to keep up on them to work a little faster. It's been a long year for them after all, but we've still got work to do."

Nick could tell that Dennis was starting to warm up to the idea of being Santa for a year, his face had become serious, like he was really thinking about it. But at the same time he was looking around the office with a bit of wonder and excitement in his eyes. "Ok. Let's say that I am maybe interested in taking the job. When would I start?"

"Right now."
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Day 14: Prompt: chimney
Summary: The new Santa is having a hard time of getting down the chimneys.

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March 5th - Somewhere in North America

"Now, what you must understand is that there is some element of magic that goes into this."

"Oh really? I wouldn't have guessed." Dennis and Nick were standing on a roof top in a big warehouse type room. There were five or six miniature houses that had been built in the room, giving it the appearance of a movie set. Many of the roof tops included a chimney and there were a few various styles and types included. Currently in front of the two men there was a largish brick chimney.

"Don't get smart with me." Nick snapped. "For this to work, you must believe in the magic. And I know you do, or else you wouldn't be here. So stop pretending that you don't believe or that it's too much to handle. Got it?"

Dennis looked down at his feet in his shame of pissing Santa Clause off. "Got it."

"OK, let's try this again. Like I was saying, the magic is something that we have to believe in. But the magic itself comes from children who believe in Santa. Of course, with the modern world we now live in, not as many people believe in Santa Clause anymore so there is less magic for us to use." Nick finished tightening his climbing harness around his waist. "Therefore we have to use a bit of our own physical strength and dexterity to deliver our gifts. Are you all tightened up over there?"

Dennis tugged at his harness. "Yep."

"Good. So the first thing that you'll do is come up to the chimney and attach the clamp to the edge. Then feed the rope through the eye and tie a knot." Nick demonstrated the procedure. "Then it's just a matter of belaying yourself down to the bottom, delivering the presents and climbing back up. Nothing to it."

"I really don't know the first thing about climbing, you know." He could tell Dennis was worried about belaying down the chimney, but there was something more as well. NIck just couldn't put his finger on it yet.

"Don't worry, I'll talk you through the whole thing and you'll have plenty of time to practice on your own. And of course this is only used in the case of a big enough chimney. The houses without fireplaces or with chimneys that are too small for you go get through, will be the ones you'll need the magic for." Nick adjusted his harness and rope combination and started to lower himself down the chimney. He explained everything to Dennis as he was doing it. Then came Dennis' turn. He started down the wall and was doing just fine until his shoulders and head were lowered into the chimney.

"Ahhh! NO! I can't do it. Get me out of here!" Dennis screamed. He was kicking and shoving against the walls of the chimney. Luckily, he hadn't let go of the rope or else he'd have come crashing down to the fireplace grate.

"It's OK Dennis, just lower yourself down the rope like I told you. Let it out a little at a time and you'll make it down just fine." NIck realized why Dennis was acting so hesitant when it came to climbing down the chimney. Dennis was scared of tight spaces.

A claustrophobic Santa, that just wouldn't do.

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Day 15: Prompt: two front teeth
Summary: The new Santa isn't as quiet as the old Santa and makes the mistake of waking a little girl on one of his visits.

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December 24th 11:54 AM - London

It was now Christmas Eve and Dennis had already started his deliveries in the far east, just as the sun was going down. Surprisingly, he had made it to England without any troubles. HIs phobia was mostly gone but there were hints of the old panic whenever he started down or back up a chimney. Mostly, he'd been using magic to get himself in and out and while the magic got weaker the more he used it, there were a few moments where he was able to re-supply.

Children who truly believed were kind of hard to come by but every time Dennis entered a house where there was at least one person who even believed a little bit, his magical energy crept back up slightly. And of course it helped when a few kids would see Santa just as he was leaving. But he made sure that all they saw was a flash of the red suit or the bottom of the bag as Dennis hauled it back up the chimneys.

One thing Nick had stressed to him was that it was OK for children to see a glimpse of Santa as he was leaving (it would help strengthen their awe and belief and therefore the magic), but it was absolutely necessary that Santa didn't wake any children in the middle of his delivery. And most importantly, Santa should never stop and talk to any child who might happen to see him.

Dennis didn't quite understand the reasoning behind that last rule. After all, if Santa would stop and talk to a kid, wouldn't that kid's belief increase like one hundred percent? And then he'd go off and tell his friends and the friends would be stronger believers too.

"And then the kid would tell his parents that he saw Santa and the parents will do one of two things. One, they'll tell their kid that Santa isn't real, that what they saw or who they talked to was just their imagination or they were having a dream. Or two, the parents freak out that there was a stranger in the house dressed like Santa and call the cops. The cops open an investigation and then the board of directors has to step in and mitigate things. And either way, the kid looses all faith that he once had." Nick had explained.

Dennis understood the rules and had followed them faithfully all night, until now.

"HI! You're Father Chrithmath, aren't you?" said the little girl. Dennis was screwed. It started as he was coming down the latest chimney. The pack of gifts slipped from his grasp and dropped heavily onto the grate at the bottom of the fireplace. By the time Dennis made it down and out of the fireplace, the girl was already sitting up on the sofa. Her hair was mussed up and there was a blanket thrown across her legs. She had clearly been asleep waiting for Santa to come and was woken up. Usually, Dennis was quiet enough so that the kids he found in this exact position would stay asleep until he left.

Dennis knew he couldn't talk to the girl so he just winked at her and turned to go about his business of stuffing stockings and laying presents under the tree.

"Aren't you going to thay anything? My name is Thophie. What's yours?" The girl had scooted off of the sofa and was following Dennis around the room.

Thophie? What kind of name was that? Dennis couldn't help himself from asking, rule be damned. "Thophie, I've never heard that name before."

"Not Thophie, thilly. Thophie." The girl giggled. It was then that Dennis realized she was missing her two front teeth, causing her mispronunciation of words.

"Oh, Sophie. That's a nice name. My name's Santa, of course." Dennis finished setting out the last present and turned back around toward the fire place, right into Sophie's hug.

Sophie's little arms wrapped tight around Dennis' legs, her head not coming much higher than his knees. "Alright Sophie, I have to leave now. You need to let me go." Dennis tried to pull Sophie off his legs but for a girl of six or so years old, she was very strong.

"I'll miss you Santa! I knew you were real, but big brother said I was stupid. Don't go, let me go get Theo and show you to him!"

"I can't stay Sophie, I have many more presents do deliver. You know the truth for real now, it doesn't matter what Theo thinks." Said Dennis. Actually, it would help if Theo also believed in Santa, for the sake of the magic. But if he was already of the age where he refused to believe, seeing Santa Clause for himself would probably do more harm than good.

"You're right Santa! I'll believe in you forever!" Sophie un-clung herself from his legs and went to sit back down on the sofa. She pulled the blanket back over her shoulders and gave Dennis a big toothless grin as she waved Santa goodbye.

Dennis smiled at her and winked one more time before ducking into the fireplace and starting his climb back up.

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Day 16: Prompt: wrap it up and send it
Summary: New Santa gets the idea that it might just be easier to wrap up the gifts and mail them.

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December 25 12:13 AM - New Jersesy

Having now reached the east coast of America, Dennis decided that he would use a little of the magic to try and make things go faster for himself during this last push.

He thought that maybe he cold get more gifts delivered faster if he simply used the postal service that was already in place across the United States. Dennis used a bit of the magic to wrap a few gifts in brown paper and send them back in time to the local post office of one small costal town. Of course the mail wasn't delivered in the middle of the night or on Christmas morning, so the gifts had to go back in time by at least a few days in order to get shipped to the correct addresses by Christmas Eve.

Luckily, one of the best and most handy talents of Santa was the ability to tell where his presents were and if they had been delivered to the correct home. This ability was initially used to make sure Dennis didn't get lost or go to the same house twice. But Dennis theorized that all he had to do was drive his sleigh back and forth across town and he'd be able to sense those houses that had his gifts already delivered to them by the postal service and he'd be able to skip those homes all together.

And it worked.

Dennis could fly down the street and sense from each house if they had gotten their gifts from Santa and if they were the correct gifts for that family. In the end, for that small costal town Dennis only had to deliver gifts to fifty or so homes.

So he did the same thing again and again. For almost the entire state of New Jersey, Dennis sent presents back in time to the local post offices and had the post-people deliver the gifts before he had even arrived.

However, one down side of the 'wrap it and send it' method was that his magical energy was running out faster and faster. It was never fully depleted thanks to the little bit of magic he would pick up as he flew over the homes of those who believed, but Dennis soon realized that this wasn't going to work in the long run.

He needed what little bit of human contact he got as he personally made deliveries to each family. That burst of energy when a kid would peek out from around the corner and see him was entirely necessary. And of course there was the milk and cookies that he was missing out on at many places too.

So, for the remainder of the state and all the rest to follow Dennis made each delivery personally and got to enjoy more sweet treats. Even if it did take a bit more time.

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Day 17: Prompt: scumbag
Summary: After going back to the traditional way of delivering presents, Santa runs into a woman who thinks he's her ex.

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December 25th 1:30 AM - Chicago area

Dennis had come across the eastern part of the United States a lot faster than he had thought possible. Perhaps a bit of that was helped along by the post office in New Jersey, but still there was something funny in the way time traveled while he was delivering presents.

Maybe his sleigh moved extremely fast while flying, or maybe time itself slowed down for that one night. Nick never did explain how that part of being Santa worked. Apparently there was some kind of natural magic that was involved in helping time move differently. It was the same natural magic that let the sleigh and the reindeer fly. And because Nick was never willing to explain how that magic worked or where it came from, Dennis suspected that Nick himself didn't even know.

He was now preparing to land at one of the last delivery locations for this neighborhood. It was a largish apartment building with perhaps twelve or so units.

As he parked his sleigh on the roof Dennis realized this was one of the times he was going to have to use his magic to get in and out of each apartment. He decided that the easiest way of doing so would be to walk up and down the halls and magic himself through the front door to deposit his gift somewhere inside.

Dennis had gotten through only four of the homes in this manner when he ran into trouble.

"How dare you! Scumbag! How did you get in here Frank? I took back your key."

Dennis had just walked through the door and was starting for the living room when a woman came walking out of her bathroom wearing a robe and a towel around her wet hair. As soon as she saw Dennis she started yelling at him. Dennis was so startled and off kilter that he had no ability to respond what-so-ever.

"And what the hell are you doing wearing that ridiculous Santa crap? DId the plant finally fire your ass?" The woman started advancing on Dennis. "Good. You didn't deserve that job anyway. I can't believe you just let yourself in like you belong here still. I broke up with you three months ago! What are you doing still standing there! Get out, you scumbag! Get out!"

Dennis had no option at that point but to quickly turn and run back out into the hallway. This woman is scary! He thought.

Out in the hall, Dennis could see a few nosy neighbors had opened their doors to see what was going on. Great, I'll never be able to finish this building now! He decided that his best course of action was to get to the roof and fly away as fast as possible. He would come back to this building a few hours later when the residents had gone back to sleep.

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Day 18: Prompt: virgin
Summary: New Santa needs to take a break from all the delivering so he stops at one of the few bars still open on Christmas eve and orders some 'virgin' drink - he's still on the job after all.

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December 25th 1:50 AM - Somewhere in Illinois

Dennis decided that after that last fiasco of a delivery he needed a break. Already ahead of schedule thanks to New Jersey he figured he had a few minutes to spare and so the next bar he few over which was still open he was going to stop and get a drink.

Surprisingly, it didn't take him more than a few minutes to find an open establishment. Dennis landed the sleigh on the roof and climbed down the fire escape to go in the front door.

Inside was dark and gloomy, not his usual scene even when he hadn't been Santa.

"Hey man, you look beat." Called out the bartender. "You just get out of a gig or something?"

"Huh?" Dennis was confused. The encounter with the crazy lady had really put the whammy on him. "Oh." He realized the bartender was talking about his outfit. He was still dressed in the red and white coat of Santa's ("Don't knock it till you try it, kid. It's actually really warm and you're gonna need warm." said Nick when he showed him the outfit. And it was.)

"Right, yeah. Actually, I'm still working. Just taking a break." Dennis sat down at the bar and looked around the room. There were a few customers at this early hour on Christmas morning. An old man sat in the corner staring into his half full glass and a small group of young people were piled into a booth at the front.

"Alright, well what can I get for you? A beer or something stronger? A shot of whisky?" The man reached under the counter and pulled out a shot glass.

Dennis shook his head. "No thanks, I really am still working and I have to fl-drive out of here."

"OK. Then, how about one of the virgin holiday specials I made up for those kids over there?" He nodded toward the group in the front. "They actually don't taste that bad. Even been fixing a few for myself this evening."

"Yeah, sure sounds good." Dennis nodded. "I wonder why all those kids are out at this time of night, on Christmas no less. They should probably be in bed, eager for Christmas morning."

The bartender turned back to Dennis and waved at someone in the group of kids. "See that boy there, with the blond hair. That's my son, he and his friends went out to a Christmas party at the local youth center. But since I had to close shop here and the party was over at midnight, they all came to hang out here and get free drinks before heading back to my place for the night. And don't think they aren't eager for Christmas morning. We take Christmas very seriously in our house. My son may be sixteen but somehow he's held onto his belief in Santa since he was a boy. I haven't the heart to tell him any different, but just maybe he's made me into a believer too."

Dennis got a rush of warm energy at that statement. This man and his son really were true believers in Santa, Dennis could feel in now. "Oh! I'm sorry if I'm holding you guys back from leaving. I won't be long. Swear."

"No, don't sweat it. You made it in before closing. See there goes Jake to flip the closed sign now." He pointed to his son who was making his way back to the table of friends. "All I gotta do is kick out this old geezer. Hey Walter! Time to go! I called a cab for you. It'll be here any minute."

"I'll take care of him, Mr. Richards." said one of the girls from the group as she walked past Dennis. "Come on Walter, time to go."

"Thanks, Amy." said Richards as the girl helped Walter to his feet and walked him to the door. Richards handed Dennis a tall glass filled with a frothy blended ice drink. "Here you go, one Virgin Chocolate Frosty."

Dennis took a sip and discovered the drink had a refreshing mint and chocolate flavor.

After a few more minutes of idle chatter while Richards tidied up behind the bar, wiped down the counter and Dennis finished his drink, Dennis decided it was about time to go. He pulled his wallet out of an inner pocket of the Santa suit. "Well Richards, how much do I owe you? That drink was mighty tasty."

"Nope. There's no charge for Santa on Christmas Eve, didn't you know?" Richards shook his head and pushed Dennis' wallet back. "Put your wallet away, man. You must be doing good work tonight if you're still out working at this time and refusing to drink. Even all the crazy drunk mall Santas have gone home by now. Go back to helping those sick kids or what ever you're doing tonight."

Dennis stood up and shook Richards' hand. "Well if you're sure I can't pay for my drink, at least let me give you something for Christmas." Dennis put his hand back into the inner pocket and with some Santa magic he was able to produce the gifts that would have been dropped off at the Richards' home later on. He passed over two oblong shaped, brightly wrapped boxes. "One for you and one for Jake."

"Wow, how'd you do that, dude?" Richards was definitely impressed.

"Just a little Christmas Magic."

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Day 19: Prompt: star of wonder
Summary: After he makes his last delivery (on time of course - cause he's Santa) Dennis rides off toward the north and the north star 'of wonder'.

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December 25th 4:55 AM - West Coast United States

That was it. The last delivery.

Dennis climbed back into the sleigh for the last time and took off from the roof with a shout of joy.

"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!" As the sleigh climbed higher and higher into the sky he made one last circle over the city and gave one last check that he'd not forgotten anybody and he let out another shout of joy. "Hooray! I'm done! I didn't make too bad a Santa after all." Dennis was beat tired and ready to sleep for what felt like two weeks.

Nick had told him that when he was all done with his deliveries that he was to come back to the main base of operations where he'd done most of his training. The reindeer would be housed there for most of the off season and Dennis could get some well deserved rest. Yeah I'm going to need that rest, thought Dennis. That was probably the longest all-nighter I've ever pulled.

"Now how do I get back?" Nick had told Dennis that there was only one way to get to the North Pole and it wasn't just keep flying north. There was more magic involved and this time it reminded Dennis of the magic in Peter Pan. "Just turn toward the North Star and keep flying at it, even if you think you might be going too high." Dennis turned the sleigh and searched the night sky for the bright, unmoving, ever wondrous North Star.

As Dennis started moving toward that fixed point in the sky it didn't look like he was getting any closer to it, but it did look like he was leaving the earth in a great hurry

Beneath him, the snowy ground started to blur, things turned hazy and Dennis had nothing but belief to tell him that he was going in the right direction. As things became more and more hard to look at Dennis quickly became dizzy and passed out.

He came to as the sleigh was stopping and looked around as the pristine white snow of the North Pole. Directly ahead of the reindeer was a barn, which they instinctively knew as home and was where they were currently pulling the sleigh. Once inside, Dennis noticed a familiar face standing off to the side.

Dennis jumped down to greet his friend. "Hey Nick! I did it. Everything delivered by five in the morning on Christmas Day. It was a success!" He looked a little closer at his older friend. Nick had gained a little sun from his time off in the islands. His white beard sharply contrasted with his freshly tanned face and neck. "How was your vacation?"

"It was wonderful Dennis, thank you for asking. But now I must ask you a question. Did you enjoy your night as Santa Clause?" Nick wore a very serious face. "All of it?"

"Well there were some pretty crazy folk out there. This one woman thought I was her ex who had broken into her house." Laughed for a moment at the memory of that particular delivery but then went silent. Dennis thought on the subject for a few moments. "But yeah, overall I did enjoy it. Making some kid's morning super special with an extra gift under the tree felt amazing."

Nick nodded and a bright smile came to his face. "Good, because I wasn't just training you to be my replacement for one year. I'm going to retire. From now on, you're going to officially be Santa Clause."

Dennis just looked at Nick with a blank expression. "What?"

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Original - My True Love Gave to Me - PG 13

bluemoondreamer — Thu, 13 Dec 2012 04:53:58 GMT

Title: My True Love Gave to Me
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Original
Disclaimer: This one is mine.
Summary: What Julie's boyfriend is going to surprise her for Christmas.
Rating: PG 13
Note: Spell checked. Let me know if there's something I need to fix. Written in first person again. It's pretty short and kind of never gets to the nine ladies dancing, but it's implied.

Written for Day 12 at adventchallenge 2012. Prompt #9 Nine Ladies Dancing.
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He told me he was going to do it. But I didn't believe him, I mean who would?

Josh said "Julie, this Christmas I'm going to give you the Twelve Days of Christmas." I was thinking; Ok, that's great. He's going to get me a CD or something.

I was wrong. When he showed up at my doorstep on the twelfth day before Christmas with an actual partridge in his hands, I was surprised. To say the least.

"Here, Marry Christmas! This partridge is for you. I'm sorry that it's not in a pear tree but, it is the middle of winter and pear trees aren't all that common in Michigan anyway. Sooo... I hope you like him." Josh handed me the bird which was surprisingly docile in my arms.

"Um, thanks!" I was speechless. I had no idea what to say to my boyfriend. I really wasn't expecting him to bring me a bird.

"His name is Charlie." Josh reached out to pet 'Charlie' on the head.

Outside, I was shocked he actually went through with his plan (at least day one of it so far). Inside, I was dancing with joy that he loved me enough to do something so extravagant. I couldn't wait to see what else he'd bring over.
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SPN fic - Trimming The Tree - PG 13

bluemoondreamer — Wed, 12 Dec 2012 06:00:57 GMT

Title: Trimming The Tree
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The boys want to decorate the tree but there aren't very many tree trimming decorations in Bobby's box.
Rating: PG 13
Note: Spell checked. Let me know if there's something I need to fix.

Written for Day 11 at adventchallenge. Prompt #23 Corn for popping.

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While Castiel dug through the box of decorations, eagerly discovering what interesting things might be in there, Sam and Dean were opening the box labeled 'tree'. They pulled all the pieces of the tree out of its box and started to fit them together.

"You know Sammy, this is going to be the best looking tree I think we've had in years." Dean said with pride.

Sam looked at the half put together tree and agreed. When it was completely put together all they needed would be a little adjustment of the branches to fluff up the tree and make it look a little more full. And with a few decorations, their tree would be great.

"Hey, Cas. Are you finding any tree trimmings in there?" Sam looked over at the eager angel. "Like strings of lights, ribbon or even tinsel, maybe?"

"I do not see any of these things you are describing, Sam. There is a big yellow star, a few little glass balls with hooks attached and a porcelain piece that says 'Our First Christmas'." Castiel responded.

"Hmm alright, we can work with that." Sam thought for a moment. "OK Cas. The star goes on top of the tree, once we get it all put together. And you can spread those glass balls around however you like." Sam stood up and started out of the living room. "Where did Bobby disappear to, do you know? I need to ask him if he has any popcorn. And construction paper. "

"Don't know dude. Last I saw him I think he said something about being out in the garage. Not like there's a lot of places he can get to in that chair of his. Ya'know?" Dean was referring to Bobby's wheel chair. Hopefully, there'd be a day when remembering how Bobby wound up paralyzed from the waist down didn't give Dean a pang of regret. He wished there was something he could have done differently at the time so Bobby had never gotten hurt in the first place.

"Right, thanks for reminding us." Sam turned to head out of the living room. When Bobby came home in the wheel chair Sam and Dean built a ramp out of the back door. It was the only way in and out of the house that Bobby could use these days, and so that's where Sam headed.

He opened the door to the garage and let it swing shut behind him. The creak of the door spring and the resulting slam when the door shut behind Sam startled Bobby out of his musings. There was a big box full of something Sam couldn't identify on Bobby's lap. "Hey, Bobby. Just wondering if you've got some stuff we're going to need."

"Yeah, like what?"

"Well some thread and a needle would be handy. And popcorn. Do you have some popcorn?"

"Got a hankering for some popped corn, do ya?"

"No, just an idea I had. You'll see." Sam didn't want to tell Bobby exactly what he had planned. He wanted it to be a surprise. "So do you?"

"Yeah, there's a big bag of corn in the cupboard, use as much as you want." Bobby was curious now. "What'cha going to do with all that popcorn, huh?"

"Just come on inside, you'll see. Besides it's freezing out here. You don't even have a coat on."

"You ain't my mother. But yeah, the temp's dropped quite a bit since I first came out here."

"Thanks Bobby, see you in a few!" Sam ran back out the door to go find that corn for popping.
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Original - A Tasty Treat That Can't Be Beat - PG and SPN fic - The Human Experience - PG 13

bluemoondreamer — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 05:58:12 GMT

I have no excuse for missing yesterday. I simply forgot. My bad.

Title: A Tasty Treat That Can't Be Beat
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Original
Disclaimer. This one's all mine. Except the title phrase, I'm sure I've heard that somewhere else.
Summary: Eight year old Tanya ate all her dinner, now she wants desert.
Rating: PG
Note: Spell checked. Let me know if I missed something.

Written for Day 9 at adventchallenge. Prompt #22 Marshmallows

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“Can we? Can we! Can we?” Tanya was jumping up and down on the sofa. She had finished all of her dinner that night and so to her eight year old mind, she deserved a reward.

Tanya’s mother Molly came out of the kitchen with a tray full of goodies. Her father, Josh was right behind Molly with three large mugs full of hot chocolate.

“Yes, we can. Hold your horses, young miss. Sit down and be still for five minutes. Can you do that? If you can then we’ll eat our treats.” Said Molly as she set the tray down on the coffee table.

After setting down the mugs, Josh moved over to the fireplace. After stacking the kindling and logs just so, he easily got a nice steady fire blazing.

Meanwhile, Tanya had been sitting on the edge of her seat, watching her father build the fire and keeping an eye on her mother as Molly flipped through a magazine. The treats were all laid out in front of the young girl and more importantly within easy reach. As soon as her mother seemed even slightly absorbed by what ever she was reading, Tanya reached out, snagged a giant marshmallow from the bag and popped it directly into her mouth.

Her mother glanced over at her and Tanya gave her a cute, closed lipped smile. The sweet marshmallow was quickly melting on her tongue. It was delicious.

In the next moment her father turned around. “Alright, have you been good?” He asked Tanya but looked over at Molly.

Molly rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything about the sweet treat that Tanya took. “She was sitting there very quietly.”

“Ok. Lets make some S’mores.” He reached over to a can sitting by the fireplace and pulled out a few poker sticks. He handed one to each of the girls. “Here’s your roasting stick. Tanya, do you need help getting your marshmallow on?”

Tanya did not need help. As soon as she had the stick in her hand she had poked it through three marshmallows at once.

“Come up here to the hearth, then.” Josh scooted over to make room for Tanya and Molly. “Remember to stay back, ok?”

“Right, Daddy. Stay back behind the bricks, I remember.”

“Good girl.” Josh had skewered a marshmallow and stuck it out over the flame to join Tanya’s.

Molly busied her self with setting up rows of graham crackers layered with chocolate, ready to be used when ever the marshmallows were done being toasted.

At last, Tanya’s marshmallows were a nice golden brown with only one little spot that was char burnt.

“Mommy, I’m ready!” Tanya turned to her mother who held out one half of the graham cracker sandwich. She put the other half on top of the marshmallow and slowly pulled the treat off of the stick.

She handed the treat back to Tanya. “Here you go. First S’more of the night, tell me how I did.”

Tanya took a big bite out of the gooey, chocolaty mess. “Yummmm. It’s great mommy! Thanks!”

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Title: The Human Experience
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: It's now the day before the day before Christmas. Castiel wakes up Dean, wanting to go out side and make a snowman together.
Rating: PG 13
Note: Spell checked. Let me know if I missed something.

Written for Day 10 at adventchallenge. Prompt #8 Frosty.
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“Dean! Dean! Wake up!” There was an annoying sound that Dean tried to swat away with his barely awake arm.

“Go away, still sleeping here.”

“Dean, you gotta come see!” It was Cas. And something had gotten him very excited, and that angel did not do very excited. The curiosity of what got Cas so wound up finally got to him and Dean rolled over.

“Alright, I’m up.” Of course Cas had to have opened the curtains making Dean squint into the harsh light of morning.

Cas had moved up next to the window and was gazing out in complete amazement.

“Is it the end of the world?” asked Dean. “If not, then I’m going to just roll back over.”

Castiel turned back to face the half asleep Dean. His voice had an edge of impatience to it. “Yes Dean. It’s the end of the world. Now come over here and take a look.”

Dean decided he’d better go take a look before Cas ended up dragging his ass out of bed. Literally. The angel may have lost some of his mojo but he was still much stronger than the average human.

“Ok, I’m here. What’s so important that I had to see it right now?” Dean asked as he approached the window. But once he glanced outside he didn’t need any more questions.

Apparently it had snowed over night and there was a good solid layer of fresh snow on top of everything.

“Dean, let’s go out and make a snowman.” Cas was acting like he had never seen snow before

“Jeeze, Cas. You really took it to heart when I said we’d do all the traditional Christmas stuff, didn’t you?” Dean was truly amazed with the energy and enthusiasm Cas was giving.

“Of course. This will be my first Christmas without the full power of the host and by the looks of things in a few month’s time I will have lost all my grace. This could very well be my first Christmas as human and I want to have all the best experiences humans have. We celebrate this holiday a bit different in heaven.”

“Oh yeah? How different, what do you angels do up there. Pray a lot?” Dean tried to be funny and crack a joke but Cas’s smile dropped and now he was sporting a very stern countenance.

“Essentially, yes. We do pray a lot. This time of year is seen as a time of reflection and service. We renew our vows to God and the host as we share our praise and exultation.” Castiel was dead serious. “It is enjoyable to be down here with you and experiencing the way you celebrate Christmas.”

“Awesome, I hope I don’t screw this up for you then, Cas. You gotta tell me if I’m not doing something that you want to do. You could say mine and Sam’s experiences with Christmas aren’t all that traditional to the human experience either. We might forget something important.”

“I trust you, Dean.” Cas looked at Dean with eyes that spoke the truth. “And I was trying to do just that right now, actually. Didn’t you hear? I wan to go out and build a snowman.”

Dean gave an involuntary shiver at how cold he expected it to be out there. He moved over to his duffle to start getting dressed. “OK. Lets go make Frosty come alive.” He glanced back over his shoulder at Cas. “Hey, do you think you’ve got enough juice to really Frosty him come alive? That’d be totally awesome!”

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SPN Fic - By the chimney with care - PG 13

bluemoondreamer — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 04:49:53 GMT

Title: By the chimney with care
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three days before Christmas, the boys have arrived at Bobby's and Castiel observes that something is needed.
Note: Spell checked, as always let me know if there's something I need to fix. OK, so I don't remember if Bobby has a fireplace in his living room from which to hang stockings, but for the purposes of this ficlet, he does. :) Story is continued from Day 5 and Day 6.

Written for Day 8 at adventchallenge. Prompt #14 Hanging your stocking.

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After fixing a bite to eat for the boys, Bobby moved everyone into the living room to enjoy a few drinks in front of the fireplace. Just the day before he had gone to the store and bought some fixings to make himself a big batch of egg nog, but now he found himself having company to share it with.

As they gathered in the living room and got comfortable, Bobby couldn't help notice that the angel was staring at the mantel. Bobby didn't really keep much up there. It was mostly just an old photo of his wife, one of Dean and Sam when they were kids and a miniature grandfather clock he found in the attic one day and had repaired years ago. "What's got your eye over there, Castiel?" He asked, fully expecting the angel to ask about his wife or maybe what the boys were like at that age.

"I was thinking that we should hang stockings on your mantle." Castiel's voice was dreamy and a little bit excited. "If that would be alright with you, of course."

Of all the things that man to ask, Bobby was speechless for a moment. "Umm, yeah sure. Why not?"

"Sorry about him Bobby," Dean broke the awkward silence. "When I mentioned we should come here for Christmas and do all the cliché holiday stuff, he has been researching and asking questions the whole way up here. He found a copy of The Night Before Christmas at a gas station before we left and has been treating it like the Holy Bible or something." Dean laughed and shook his head.

Sam sat up in his seat on the sofa next to Castiel. Dean had taken one armchair and Bobby the other. "I think it's a good idea. It's been a long time since any of us have had a real Christmas. We really should do things right."

"One problem, boy genius. We don't have any Christmas stockings to use. And I don't feel like going back into town just for that. And I'm sure Bobby doesn't have boxes of decorations just lying around with a bunch of extra Christmas stockings."

"Well, you know." Bobby though for a minute. "There might be a box or two up in the attic. I definitely haven't got them down in years. But as of 1985, they should still be there. Welcome to use what you want outa there. "

"Alright, thanks Bobby. And if there aren't any red and white stockings up there, we'll just have to keep one thing this Christmas Winchester style and use our socks." Sam seemed to be just as determined to do things right as Castiel.

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After nearly an hour of sneezing in the dusty attic Sam and Cas finally found a box tucked into the far back corner. It was labeled 'X-mas' with a thick black marker in a flowing script.

"Over here Cas. Found something." Sam called out to Castiel who was looking through a pile of boxes in the opposite corner. "It looks like the only one." Castiel quickly came over to Sam's side and immediately pulled the box over to him. He started pulling on the corners of the box that were folded over to keep it shut. "Hold on, we should probably head down stairs and take a look at what's inside when we have a bit more light." Apparently, Cas was very eager to see what was inside.

"Of course, you are right, Sam." Castiel stepped away from the box and took a sweeping glance around the attic. Behind the first box he noticed there was another, slightly skinnier and longer, labeled 'Tree'. "Sam, why would there be a box labeled 'tree'? I thought trees only grew outside. You couldn't possibly keep one in a box in the attic, right?"

Sam looked down at what he was talking about. "Oh, there is another one. It's probably an old aluminum tree from the sixties." Sam pulled the box out of the dark corner. "Let's take this down too."

The two then headed back to go down the ladder with their spoils.

"Dean!" Sam shouted from the top of the stairs. "Com'ere and grab these boxes!"

Dean was still enjoying his egg nog in the living room with Bobby. "Yeah, yeah! Be there in a minute!"

Once settled back into the living room with two boxes in the middle of the floor, Castiel could wait no longer to open them and see what was inside.

"Look at him, silly as a five year old on Christmas morning." Bobby was thrilled to see someone get so excited about something so simple as Christmas decorations.

Castiel started pulling out many things that Bobby hadn't seen in a very long time. He hadn't gotten the box of decorations out since his wife died. They were mostly all hers that she brought into their marriage.

However, Castiel quickly found what he was looking for. Near the top were two red and white stockings decorated with snowmen and Santa hats. They had names, Karen and Bobby, embroidered at the cuffs in the same flowing script as the writing on the boxes. "Here, Bobby. I believe these are yours." Cas handed the stockings to the older man.

Bobby saw what Cas was handing him and went pale as a ghost. "These, um, Karen made these for us for our first Christmas together."

"I am terribly sorry Bobby. I'll put them back if you want."

"No, that's alright. I think I'll maybe I'll use them. You boys don't mind if Karen's hangs up there with the rest of ours, do you? It's just, I think I've missed seeing things of hers around here."

Dean and Sam shook their heads. Of course it would be alright if Bobby wanted to hang his late wife's stocking. After all, the were there in remembrance of two other women who lost their lives to the job.

"I guess we'll have to use our socks after all." Sam said as Bobby went off in search of some tacks to pin the stockings to the mantle.

Castiel had already taken off his shoes and slipped out of the socks he was wearing. "Here's mine. And I'll put my other one up for Ellen."

"Good idea." Dean took his shoes and socks off, too. "Mine and Jo's." He said and handed them to Bobby who had already hung his and Karen's.

"Alright, just so we're all aware, we're hanging dirty socks in front of the fireplace in honor of the dead women in our lives, right?" Sam asked, even as he toed his socks off, too.

"Yep." Dean said with a silly grin. He loved being able to get away with being dirty and childish when ever possible.

"Ok, then." Sam shrugged. "Here is mine. And one for Mom, too."

"Excellent, Sam. Nice choice." Castiel smiled at the brothers and Bobby. He looked at the mantle with all of their stockings hanging in a row and his smile got a touch brighter. "It's perfect."

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Original - The Anual Christmas Play - PG

bluemoondreamer — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 05:38:56 GMT

Title: The Anual Christmas Play
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Original
Disclaimer: All mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: Daniel really wants to be the drummer in the Christmas play.

Written for Day 7 at adventchallenge. Prompt #7 Drummer.

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Every year Daniel’s elementary school put on a Christmas play. The students of each different year were responsible for certain things. The first graders dressed up as animals surrounding the manger. The second graders were presents under the Christmas tree. The third graders were the carol singers and the fourth graders got to play instruments while the fifth graders were in charge of decorating the stage.

This year Daniel was a special fourth grader and he had been practicing for the most coveted of instrument, the drum.

All summer long, between third and fourth grade, the only thing that Daniel could think about was that next Christmas, if he wanted to be the drummer boy, he had to be the best drummer ever. And that meant practicing.

Thankfully, his mother was a very kind lady and near the end of that summer she rented an old snare drum from the music store downtown.

Daniel practiced and practiced and practiced.

For the rest of the summer he practiced before breakfast, all afternoon and most days after dinner as well. And once school started, Daniel’s mother had to pry his fingers off of the drumsticks to get him to go to school.

As Christmas approached, Daniel’s teacher announced that try outs were going to be held soon . The spot of the little drummer boy was going to be his. Daniel knew it.

On the day of try outs there were only two children in the music room who were auditioning to play the drums. Daniel was one, of course, and the other was a girl by the name of Jessica.

“You can’t be here, Jessica. This try out is for the ‘Little Drummer Boy’, not girl.” Daniel knew he was probably being mean, but he really wanted to play the drums that year. As fourth graders, his class only had one shot at playing instruments after all, and he didn’t want to get stuck playing something lame like the triangle.

“It doesn’t have to be a drummer boy, girls are good drummers too!” Jessica was angry at Daniel for thinking that she was stupid or something.

At this point, the music teacher came into the room and quieted the kids down. “Alright you too, calm down. Jessica is correct Daniel. We don’t have to specifically have a boy to play the drummer boy. The part will go to whom ever is best.“ The teacher moved each of the students separate areas of the room. There was a single snare drum set out in the middle of the room where Daniel and Jessica were going to take turns showing their teacher how much they‘d practiced. “Now, I am going to have the two of you take turns playing for me and then I’ll decide who is going to play in the Christmas show.”

As the children took turns banging on the drum, the teacher realized that the two students were equally skilled at playing. “Did you two both practice at home over the summer? You are both quite excellent.” said their teacher.

“Yep. I borrowed my older brother’s drums and played all summer long.” said Jessica.

“Well, my mom got me a drum from the music store and I’ve been playing all summer too!” Daniel boasted.

The teacher sat back in her chair and looked at the kids seriously and in that minute, she made a decision. It would be different from how the school had always done things, but it was too hard to make a decision this time. Both of her students were equally matched. Therefore, she decided that there were going to be two ‘Little Drummer Children’ in the Christmas play this year.
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SPN Fic - 'Supply Run' and 'Deck the Halls' - PG 13

bluemoondreamer — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 06:44:41 GMT

Title: Supply Run
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The boys have to get supplies for their holiday at Bobby's. Continues the story from Day 4.
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Dean, Castiel.
Note: Spell checked, let me know if there's anything major for me to fix. I did have this ready to post on the 5th but an extreme migrane prevented me from thinking let alone getting online to post this. Sorry.

Written for Day 5 at adventchallenge. Prompt #13 Christmas Card.

The boys decided that to make their Christmas vacation at Bobby’s festive and traditional, they needed gifts and food. However, their cash savings were getting low and they didn’t have any active credit cards they could use. This left cheap food and gifts their only option. Which meant they had to stop by the grocery store in Sioux Falls.

Once parked in the store’s parking lot Dean pulled an old cigar box out from under his seat. He removed the cash within and divvied up twenty bucks for each of them to buy gifts for each other, and split up the rest that would be used for food.

“Here, now I don’t want anyone getting any bright ideas on getting me something special. A six pack and a girlie mag will be just fine. Ok?” Dean wasn’t planning on being a big spender for his brother or his friends, so he didn’t want them to go all out either.

“Of course, Dean. You want Busty Asian Beauties again, or something different.” Sam asked.

“Hmm. Let’s go with something different this year, but keep it classy.”

“You got it.” said Sam with an exaggerated eye roll.

Castiel looked confused. “I have never purchased a gift for anyone before. How am I supposed to know what you want?”

Sam turned around from the front seat. “Well, you don’t have to think too hard about it, Cas. Just think about what someone likes, what he likes to do, what he likes to eat or drink, or maybe something you think he might like, and go from there.” Sam and Dean hadn’t spent much time in the past worrying about Christmas or birthdays. So buying gifts for each other, and occasionally their dad or Bobby, was usually rather simple and inexpensive.

“Don’t sweat it, man. Like I said, a skin mag and beer is usually a good choice for me, and you know Sammy loves his romance novels.”

“Hey!” Sam leaned over and whacked Dean on the back of the head. He turned back to Castiel. “Don’t listen to him. Just go with your gut. Think about likes and dislikes and you’ll be fine.”

Cas still looked confused, but now he also looked determined to get this right. “Ok. Thank you Sam.”

“Alright, that’s settled. We’ll go in and divide and conquer. Sam, you handle getting the side dishes. Bread rolls and whatever green things you want, just remember I won’t be eating any. Cas, can you get the main course? Turkey or ham or what ever you want, just none of that new turducken crap. Tried that one year and my stomach wouldn’t settle down for three days. I will get alcohol and pie. If we’re going to do this holiday stuff, we’re going to do it right. And that means pie, lots of it.”

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Despite the encouragement and directions from the brothers on what gifts he should be looking for, Castiel was completely lost. He didn’t want to encourage Dean’s promiscuity and alcoholism with topless women beer and he didn’t really think that Sam liked romance novels. So he found himself starting from the bottom.

He wandered the isles looking for inspiration. First the bakery, which was promising. He knew Dean liked sweets, but Dean also said he was going to buy a pie, so Castiel didn’t think he could give Dean the same gift he just bought for himself. And Sam was even more difficult. He did find an isle with many books and magazines but most of them looked to be written for little girls or older women.

Finally, in the isle just past the books, Castiel came upon some inspiration in the greeting card section. Specifically, the Christmas cards were what held Castiel’s attention. There were spiritual cards, thoughtful cards and funny cards. Cards with half naked women (and men) on the front. Cards with bows and sparkles. Cards shaped like pickles, cats, cars and beer mugs.

A few with Dean’s type of humor caught his eye at first and then he started seeing a few more with more thoughtful and meaningful messages that he thought Sam or Bobby might enjoy.

“Hey Cas!” Dean was passing by at the end of the isle. His arms were full of many types of beer and alcohol with a few pies balanced delicately on top. “Don’t waste too much time here, you still have to find gifts and something to eat, remember? I’m headed to check out right now and I’ll be out in the car waiting when you’re done.”

“Alright, Dean. I won’t be too long.” Castiel replied.

“Excellent. See you in a few.” Dean took off toward the front of the store where the cashiers were busy with long lines of last minute Christmas shoppers.

Castiel turned back toward the rack of the many multi-colored Christmas cards. He pulled out a few more cards to look at which he thought might suit Bobby and Sam before Castiel made his final decision.

With the perfect Christmas cards for each of his friends in hand, Castiel went in search of some type of meat that would feed four hungry men.

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Title: Deck the Halls
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Once the boys arrive at Bobby's they discover he's already started decorating. Story continues from Day 5.
Characters/pairing: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Bobby. None atm.
Note: Spell checked and fact checked. I tried to look up boughs of holly and Hold Nicar as much as possible, and I did a little of Supernatural's usual fudging of the facts and making up something new. But if something is truly wrong let me know.

Written for Day 6 at adventchallenge. Prompt #5 - Boughs of Holly.

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“What the heck is all that green stuff?” Were the first words out of Dean’s mouth as soon he pulled the Impala up in front of Bobby’s house.

Cas leaned forward between Sam and Dean. “It appears to be a bough of holly.”

“Huh.” Was Dean’s only response.

Sam opened his door and climbed out of the car. “Come on, let’s go say hi.” The others quickly followed him as he made his way to the front door and up the porch steps.

“Bobby! Hey it’s us!” Sam knocked on the door in a special sequence that Bobby taught to the Winchesters as another precautionary measure of identification.

The door opened and slightly but Bobby didn’t open it all the way to let them in. “Here.” He handed out a bottle of water. “Drink it. All of you.”

“Bobby, you gotta go through with these tests every time we see you? It’s us, come on, you know us.”

“Can never be too sure. You boys know that.” Bobby’s gruff demeanor did not break. “Go on, drink it.”

After the safe consumption of holy water by the three of them, Bobby led them into his home. As a final test, each man crossed the line of salt in the doorway and nicked their thumbs with a silver dagger.

“Merry Christmas, Sam, Dean.” He hugged each one of them in turn. “Castiel, nice to see you again.” Bobby nodded at the angel.

Cas stepped up to Bobby and embraced him in a short yet awkward hug. “Merry Christmas, Bobby.”

“Not that I ain’t glad to see you boys, but what are you doing all the way out here” Bobby led them into the kitchen to pass out a few drinks from the fridge.

“We got to talking the other day about Jo and Ellen.” Sam started but he quickly got choked up.

“And we were talking about how this was Jo’s favorite holiday because when her dad was alive he would always come home to spend Christmas with his girls.” Dean continued. “So we thought, well, we thought it would be a good idea to come back here and spend the holiday with you. In honor of them.” By now Dean was a little choked up and teary eyed too. It had after all only been a few weeks since the deaths of Jo and Ellen.

Bobby nodded as he took a seat at the kitchen table. “Made a good choice. You‘re always welcome here. Been too quiet around here ‘round the holidays for too long.”

The men stood around the kitchen in a thoughtful yet awkward silence for a few moments.

“Bobby, I gotta ask. What’s with all the ‘boughs of holly’?” Dean asked. As Bobby led them through the house, he couldn’t help notice that every doorway was decorated with some of the green leaves and red berries.

“Well everyone knows of Santa Clause or Old Saint Nick, right? The jolly old man who comes down the chimney and brings gifts for good boys and girls. Well what everyone should really know about is the more malevolent winter spirit called Hold Nickar. Demands sacrifices during the winter to bring the more mild spring temperatures.” Bobby had his lecturing voice on. “The boughs of holly over every doorway are supposed to scare him away or ward him off.”

Sam and Dean shared a guilty look. “Oh those guys. We took care of them ages ago.” Dean bragged. “Stabbed ‘em to death with their own Christmas tree.”

It was Castiel and Bobby’s turn to share a look. Their’s was of disbelief and astonishment. “You mean you took out the Teutonic pagan god of the winter solstice on your own?” Castiel was amazed.

“Actually there were two of them, but yeah, no big deal. Lost a few finger nails and teeth, but we survived.” Sam and Dean didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. They had taken out many pagan gods before and after that particular hunt.

“So, ijits, why didn’t I know about this before? I’ve been keeping those things over the doorways every winter for the past six years.” On a scale of one to ten, Bobby was only slightly furious with the boys for leaving him out of the loop.

“We had other things to worry about that year, like my deal.” Dean reminded Bobby.

“Right. Well, I’m just glad you boys are alright. Everything I’ve read about the Hold Nickar says he’s one vicious, savage god to piss off.”

“Bobby’s quite right. Hold Nickar was seen as a violent deity, but with the right patronage and sacrifices he would bring a short, mild winter and swift spring.” Cas continued the lecture. “I am also relieved you two did not get seriously hurt.”

“Thanks guys.” Dean raised his bottle. “Cheers, to the swift and violent defeat of vicious pagan gods. ”

The others raised their bottles too. “Cheers.”

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SPN Fic - You make a great pillow - PG 13

bluemoondreamer — Wed, 05 Dec 2012 05:06:18 GMT

Title: You make a great pillow
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The boys wake up and find themselves in a rather awkward position. Follows my Day 3 challenge fill.
Characters/Pairing: The boys. Still no explicit pairings but I'm leaning toward Wincestiel.
Note: Spell checked but that's about it. Let me know if there is something I need to fix.

Written for Day 4 at adventchallenge 2012. Prompt #4 Snowfake's hope in hell.

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Luckily the brothers and Castiel made it through an especially frigid night of sleeping in the Impala while stranded on the side of the road.

However, with the first signs of sunrise lighting up the horizon the boys begain to wake up, only to discover that they had moved around and shifted a bit unexpectedly while asleep.

Dean, having had situated himself in the center of the group, wound up being a pillow for the other two. Though Castiel and Sam knew that they were initially sleeping scrunched down against the doors, they found themselves leaning on - practically cuddling - Dean.

Castiel was the first to awaken and though he was still slightly groggy and sleepy, he quickly decided that he was quite comfortable where he was. However, the fact that he recognized that he was comfortable coupled with the fact that he actually fell asleep, shocked him into complete awareness.

His ear, he discovered, was smushed and rather sore from laying his head on Dean’s shoulder for most of the night. He supposed that Dean must feel the same way from having slept with his head leaning on Castiel’s head. However, despite the soreness, Castiel was terribly comfortable in every other respect and so decided to stay where he was.

Soon enough, the soreness in his squashed ear out won out over the comfort of lying close to Dean, so Castiel decided to remove himself from the pile of bodies in the backseat. Flying by himself took considerably less energy than flying with two other people and so Castiel simply moved himself forward a few feet to the front passenger seat.

He looked back at Sam and Dean. Sam was in a similar position as Castiel had been, with his whole body curled up toward Dean. Imagining what the scene would have looked like with himself on Dean's other side, Castiel supposed that if he were anyone else he would have said they made a cute image, all snuggled down and cuddled together like they were.

With the removal of Castiel’s head from Dean’s shoulder, Dean’s head had no where to rest and so it slowly started to drop. The new uncomfortable position woke Dean and with a jerk and a curse Dean sat up and took stock of the situation.

“Cas, didn’t you - weren’t you? How’d you get up there?” He looked at his brother still asleep and leaning on Dean’s side. “Sammy! Sam, wake up. Gerroff!” Dean shoved Sam back toward the door.

“Dean, I awoke to find myself in much the same position as Sam. My head was on your shoulder and your head on my own. It must have been fairly comfortable for us to have been sleeping in that fashion. However, my ear was starting to hurt, smashed as it was against your bony shoulder. So I moved myself up here.” Castiel explained.

“Hey my shoulder isn’t bony!” Dean protested. “And do you mean we were cuddling in the back seat?” Dean looked outraged. “I wouldn’t even want to cuddle back here with a one night stand.”

Sam’s grin was huge. “Aww, does that make us special? Are we your boyfriend’s now?” He gave a girlish giggle and threw one of his legs over one of Dean’s.

Never mind, now Dean looked outraged. “Let me out you crazy buffoon!” Dean tossed Sam’s leg back to him and slid across the bench seat to open the other door. “Oh! My… everything! So sore.” He complained as he stood up. Dean looked across the roof of the car at Sam who had also exited the vehicle, however much more gracefully and apparently with out as much pain. “How are you not cramped up and aching?”

“I don’t know. I guess I was just that comfortable. Face it Dean, you make a great pillow. Well have to do this all the time.” Sam teased.

“Yes, for a creature such as my self who ordinarily needs no sleep, I was most comfortable as well. Your ability to serve as a pillow is quite exceptional.” Castiel gave a rather meager attempt at teasing Dean as well. “Perhaps, if I were to expend such energy at another time, and once more need rest, we should do this again.”

It took a moment for Dean and Sam to process Castiel’s statement. Soon enough Sam started laughing and Dean was scowling.

“Don’t joke about this. My manhood is at stake. There’s not a snowflake’s hope in hell that this will happen again.” Dean objected.

Castiel was confused, he wasn’t joking. Teasing maybe, but he had been entirely serious about wanting the three of them to sleep together again. “There is nothing wrong with wanting comfort from those you love during times of rest, or distress. I was comfortable. Sam was comfortable. You haven’t explicitly said you were uncomfortable, so therefore it is well within reason for us desire a repeat experience.”

Sam and Dean just looked at Castiel with expressions of disbelief and shock.

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TBC...

SPN Fic - Spin Out - PG 13

bluemoondreamer — Tue, 04 Dec 2012 05:42:36 GMT

Title: Spin Out
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: PG 13 for language. Probably not much more than what's in the show.
Summary: The boys are on the way to Bobby's but do not make it all the way without incident. Follows my Day 1 challenge fill.
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Dean, Castiel/ non yet.
Notes: Spell checked. Choked this out with a blinding headache, so it might not make sense. Not feeling real well right now but I'm going to complete this challenge, dang nab it!

Written for Day 3 of adventchallenge 2012. Prompt 24 Driving.
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It came out of no where.

At least that’s what Dean would emphasize till his dying day were anyone to bring up the story of how the Winchesters got stranded on the highway on their way to Bobby’s for Christmas.

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“Dean would you please turn down the music?” Cas asked from the back seat. “I can barely hear my self think.”

Sam chuckled and turned halfway around to face Castiel. “Yeah, I’ve tried that one almost every day of my life.” He rolled his eyes.

“As I always say, you don’t need to think when you listen to this band, you just feel.” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror and grinned at Cas.

Cas flipped him off, which only made Dean grin harder. “Our wittle Cas is all growed up, Sammy. He just gave me the bird!”

“Dean, the only thing I can feel is my brain throbbing in my skull from all of this, what do you call it, heavy death metal?”

“Hey, don’t knock it. This is the best stuff to come out of the --” Dean suddenly cut the steering wheel hard to the left, jerking his passengers around.

“Dean what the hell--” Sam started to say something, but stopped short when he realized the car hadn’t yet been directed back onto the right side of the road. “Dean!”

“There was a deer. I got it!” Dean started working the brakes and trying to steer the car back into the right direction, but every move he made only got the car moving more erratically.

“No, I do not believe you have it Dean.” said Cas as he leaned up into the front seat to place his hands on Sam and Dean’s shoulders.

In an instant the three of them were safely out of the car, standing ten feet away from the Impala. They then watched it perform what Dean couldn’t bare to believe was a slow spiral of death. The car soon wound down and came to a stop on the left side of the road facing back the way they had come.

“Thank absent fathers, my baby didn’t roll!” Dean ran up to the car and draped his body over the hood.

“Thanks, Cas, for getting us out of there. Damn that was freaky.” Sam said with a full body shudder.

“No problem,” said Cas. He took one step forward and began to sway back and forth.

Sam quickly reached out to grab Castiel before he fell to the snowy, icy ground. “Hey buddy, you ok?”

Cas tried to stand on his own and managed to do so without too much trouble. “Yes, I believe so. I am just a bit dizzy from expending more energy than I thought I would.”

“Well come’ere and take a seat.” Sam directed him back over to the car staying close by in case Cas got another dizzy spell. “Dean’s going to be a minute, checking things out to make sure nothing is wrong, so we have a few minutes to just sit here.” Sam opened the back door and gently helped Cas sit down.

Dean had, by this time, popped the hood and was bent over the engine to inspect it for any possible faults or problems.

“Sam, where’s our flashlight? Fetch it for me would you?” Dean called out, arms elbow deep into the engine parts. Dusk had fallen not too long ago and though the moon was out, it wasn’t much more than a sliver. And covered by clouds as it was, it alone wasn’t going to provide enough light to work by.

Luckily the flashlight was tucked under the driver’s seat and so Sam just had to reach down past Cas to grab it. As he stood up he tried to flick it on but nothing happened.

“Here, give me some light, next to my right hand.” Dean called out from the front.

“Can’t, battery is dead. The cold must have drained it.”

“Shit.” Dean carefully extracted his arms and moved around the car. He grabbed his jacket from the front seat, slipped it on and crossed his arms for warmth. “Cas, how bout you, think you can manage to shed a little light on the engine for me to work? And maybe a little heat, too?”

“Sorry, Dean.” Castiel looked worried. “I don’t think I have enough… juice to help you right now.”

“Well, crap. We’re not going any where till I can get a good look at her and I could have sworn I felt something wrong when my I was just up there. We’re going to have to wait till morning when there’s more light.” And with that, Dean turned, opened the door and flopped down into the driver’s seat. He shut the door and curled himself into a ball-ish shape, ready to fall asleep. “Well what are you two doing standing there, you‘re letting in the cold air.”

Cas, startled out of his lethargic daze, pulled his feet in and the door shut.

“Dean open the trunk would you” Sam asked. There was a click and popping sound from the trunk latch as Dean engaged the release.

Soon enough, Sam slammed the trunk lid shut, came up to the back door and climbed in next to Cas. He was armed with an old blanket and a couple more layers of clothes for the three of them. “I’ve got some more clothes we can layer on, but there is only the one blanket. We’re going to have to pile up in the back and share to stay warm.”

“That’s cool, just give me the clothes and you two girls can cuddle in the back. I’ll be fine.” Dean insisted.

“Dean, don’t be a martyr, I can hear you teeth chattering already. Get your ass back here and stay warm.”

Dean made a few more noises of protest but logic and Sam’s whining won out in the end.

“Budge over.” Dean crawled over the front seat and landed between Cas and Sam.

Cas threw the blanket over the other’s legs and proceeded to pull a hoodie over his head.

After a lot of squirming and swearing and trying to get comfortable, the boys finally decided on the best way to lay down. They wound up having their legs draped up over the back of the front seat with the blanket tucked around their feet and up to their waists. Many shirts and sweatshirts covered their shoulders, with a few scrunched up to make pillows.

It was the best they could do, and now all they had to do was wait out morning.

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Original Writing. It's a beautiful morning. G

bluemoondreamer — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 23:22:43 GMT

Fandom: Original
Title: It's a beautiful morning
Author: bluemoondreamer
Rating: G
Characters/pairing: original undescribed character.
Disclaimer: Actually, this one's all mine.
Summary: The thing that woke me wasn’t a sound, per-say.
Note: Writen in 1st person. Free write, journal-entry style.

Written for the 2nd day of adventchallenge 2012. Prompt #10 Deep and crisp and even.

The thing that woke me wasn’t a sound, per-say.

There was no animal prowling around outside. No monster knocking at my door.

The blaze that I had going in the fireplace when I fell asleep had worn itself out. My cat, asleep at the foot of the bed wasn‘t even twitching. The house was dark and quiet.

Quiet. That’s what woke me up.

It wasn’t a sound that disturbed my sleep. It was the lack of sound.

But you see, there is no such thing as a lack of sound in my world. There are always noises from the street; the highway, neighbors, the twenty four hour drugstore on the corner.

I was surrounded by sound - except right now.

That was quite a curiosity.

I flipped off my comforter and rolled out of bed.

It wasn’t difficult to see when I stood up thanks to a faint light that spread throughout the room. And the glow that was my illumination was definitely brightest at the window. Approaching the window with caution, I feared what I might see outside.

Did the world end while I was asleep? Were all the people mysteriously zapped off the planet like that one book series, and I was the only one left? My mind was always most excitable in the middle of the night.

It was also cold, I realized. Very cold. And the closer I got to the window the colder I became.

I pushed aside the curtains but it took a minute for me to recognize what I was seeing.

There was snow outside. A lot of snow. It was deep and crisp and even.

It looked like close to two feet had fallen overnight and I was up early enough that it seemed nobody had yet the opportunity to disturb the scene. Blanketed over everything I could see there was a smooth, undisturbed layer of the fluffy stuff; over cars, light posts, roof tops, tree branches, fences, you name it.

The street lights weren’t changing at the intersection. The power must have been knocked out at some point. That explained the quiet and the cold.

The light that filled my room, I quickly discovered, was thanks to the full moon that was hung in the middle of the night sky. Reflected off the pristine snow it was almost like the middle of the day out there. It was so bright.

I could see every detail. Every shadow somehow seemed more crisp and clean.

It was heaven on earth. It was Christmas morning and I could think of no greater gift to wake up to.

SPN Fic - Title - Between the drinks and subtle things - PG 13

bluemoondreamer — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 04:52:13 GMT

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Between the drinks and subtle things
Author: bluemoondreamer
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Summary: Season 5. Sam, Dean and Cas drink to their recently fallen friends.
Note: Spell checked, and that's about it. Let me know if you find something I need to fix.

Written for the 2012 challenge at adventchallenge Prompt #17 Raise a glass for everyone

Five days till Christmas and just about everywhere Dean went he could physically taste the holiday spirit.

Sometimes literally.

It was disgusting.

The last town in which the brothers worked a case had a typical hole-in-the-wall bar on the edge of city limits. The place was decked out to the nines with all the classic winter trimmings - which was bad enough in Dean’s opinion - and to top it off, the only beer they had left on tap was some crazy fru-fru holiday special.

Seriously, beer with cinnamon and nutmeg? What the hell were they thinking?

Predictably, the next bar Dean walked into was also sporting a crap-ton of sparkly red and green decorations, but he was hopeful for some small amount of normalcy as he approached the bar.

“Please tell me you’ve got a regular brew on tap?” Dean asked the cute bartender as soon as she turned to him.

“You bet’cha!” She responded, with a particularly perky Christmas spirit. Her floppy Santa hat was just barely brushing her shoulder. “Coors or Bud?”

“Coors, make it a pitcher, and three glasses.” Dean slapped a twenty on the counter and a flirty smile on his face. A sign on the wall behind her caught Dean’s eye. “And some of those ‘County’s Best Chili Fries‘, too.”

“Coming right up.” She filled a large pitcher from the tap and went to pull down three glasses from a shelf above the back counter. Dean couldn't help taking a peek at the line of skin on the girl’s back that showed as she stretched up high.

He caught himself as she was starting to turn and quickly glanced away. Dean looked back towards the front window where Sam and Cas had managed to snag a booth. Cas was distracted with drawing something in the frost on the window with his finger while Sam had his head up and was eyeing the room for possible danger and exits. Good. Dean’s thoughts were still layered with anger from his brother’s betrayal the year before. Seems like Sammy still remembers something of being a hunter.

Dean turned back to the bar as the glasses were set down. “Okay, gonna put the order in. Anything else you want?“ The bartender asked. Dean shook his head. “Right then, fries will be out to you in a few minutes.“ The girl turned away and headed to the kitchen window. He gathered up the glasses and pitcher and made his way back to his brother and the semi-angel.

“So what’cha drawing there, Cas?” Dean set the glasses down and slid into the booth next to the angel. Sam took the pitcher and started pouring.

“It’s an Enochian symbol for protection and warmth.” Cas shivered deeper into his coat and wrapped his scarf around his neck one more time. “Loosing some of my grace has effected how I can block the weather, it seems.”

Dean handed him a glass. “Here, drink some beer. It should warm you up in no time.”

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“You know, these chili fries might just be the best in the country, if not just the county.” Castiel licked the last of the chili sauce off his fingers. “If I still had all my powers I could go check.” He added with a pang of wistfulness. In the past hour or so he had warmed up - thanks to Dean’s advice or the magic of the symbol he didn’t know - and had shed not only the scarf and trench coat but his suit jacket as well. His shirt sleeves, he had rolled up to avoid accidentally brushing them through the chili.

“Cas, don’t think about it too hard. So you’re loosing some of your powers, doesn’t mean we’re going to kick you to the curb, right Dean?” Sam stared at his brother. “Dean?”

With the fries gone, Dean had busied himself with watching the tail end of their second pitcher of beer swirl around the bottom of his glass. Startled by a kick to his shin, he slammed the glass down and looked up.

“Huh? Whazzup Sammy?”

“What were you thinking about?” Sam asked gently. He knew when Dean started acting this melancholy it was due to something big and Sam had to make sure to speak slowly so as not to break Dean’s mood. Dean hardly ever spoke about anything that bothered him, but over the years Sam learned a few tricks to get Dean to open up.

One of which was more alcohol.

Sam waived at the bartender, pointed to the pitcher and held up one finger with a smile. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally get Dean to talk - at least a little bit - and though Sam could make a fair guess as to what was on Dean’s mind, they were going to need more beer.

“Hmm, nothing really, just…” Dean trailed off and started swirling his beer again.

“You are thinking of Jo and Ellen, are you not?” Cas asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed. “Just wish there was a way they didn’t have to die. Ya’know?”

The next round had arrived. Sam filled Dean’s glass and topped off the rest.

“You know, Jo once told me this was her favorite time of year.” Sam's voice was quiet but strong. He took a quick sip from his glass. “She said that no matter what her dad was involved in at the time, no matter what, he’d always make it back home to spend Christmas with her and her mom.”

"I-I'm sorry Dad and I couldn't do that for you too, Sammy." Dean's voice stuttered.

“Yeah, well“ Sam said. “She told me he said that he saw enough violence the rest of the year that he wanted to be home safe and share at least one peaceful holiday with his girls. I'm glad they got to do share that, at least for a little while.”

There was moment of silence around the table. They all mourned the loss of two women who died too young and two boys forced to grow up too soon.

“We should head back up to Bobby’s after this. Spend the holiday with him. No hunting.”

Sam looked at Dean, slightly startled, “You mean it? We’re going to take time off?”

“Yeah, maybe we’ll do the whole Christmas spirit thing, too. Tree, presents, you know,” Dean shrugged. “Seems like a good way to, I donno, honor them or something.” He chugged down another big gulp of beer, lest he started getting any more sentimental.

Cas and Sam shared a small excited look.

Cas raised his glass. “Well then, here’s to Jo.”

Sam joined him; their glasses dinked together. “And Ellen”

“Merry Christmas, to the Harvelles.” Dean raised his glass and together they toasted to the memory of their friends.

Look! It's Ava the Impala!!!

bluemoondreamer — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 23:51:41 GMT

Sweet find, right?

OK, so it's not the right kind of Impala, but it's the thought that counts.

OMG !!!11!!!!!!!!!1!!!1!!!11! SPN !!1!!!!!!1!!!!1!!1

bluemoondreamer — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 02:39:36 GMT

Oh me, oh my!

Supernatural Season 4 is gonna rock!

The first episode The first episode has Dean coming back from Hell. Don't know who or what pulled him out, but its for real.

Proof: reaction to silver - nada; holy water - nope; crazy demon bitches who think they're all that - hahaha! (sorry, inside joke!)

So, episode continues... we find out Sam has been out hunting demons for the past few months. The brothers and Bobby wind up in Illinois, near where Dean was buried (btw, he had to dig himself out of his grave). We ALSO find out who Sam has gone a-huntin' with.

Bobby lines the boys up with a psychic whose gonna hook them up with the spirit world to find out who's saved Dean. Spirit-lady can't take the sight of the creatures 'true form' and is blinded.

This is where I got really worried. Dean has been actually pulled out of hell, and keeps getting attacked with this mondo-worrysome electronic frequency generator-thingie that turns on televisions and radios and blasts through windows and mirrors. And now apparently it can blind people.

Sam sneaks out to meet with his co-worker (of sorts), and lies to Dean. Dean sneaks out with Bobby to summon the creature, and lies to Sam. Dean and Bobby head to an apparently abandoned shack and begin the summoning mojo.

Here coems the twist we've been waiting for.....

Which I'm not gonna spoil for anyone who actually does read this. Sorry.

Ok, that's not true. Here's what happened... Dean and Bobby end up encountering an angel named Castiel. He's the one who pulled Dean from hell, on the Boss' orders.

Sam meets back up with Ruby (crazy demon bitch herself) and is practicing his powers of mysterious demonic origin on lowlife demon spawn. Apparently that's what he's been doing all summer.

There is this horrible nagging in my gut that with the angels and heaven supposedly working to free Dean and a demon bitch working to boost Sam's demon powers, I am really affraid that it is going to come down to brother vs. brother. Each one leading a different side of the final battle.

Anyway I mainly just wanted to squee about how awesome this show is and how exciting this season's going to be.
Comment and we can squee together.
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HP-talk over lunch and thanks to fandom

bluemoondreamer — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 20:17:01 GMT

Hmm... well I haven't posted anything in a while, and I will admit that it's mostly my fault - I never feel like I have anything good to say.

But today - Ha! My friend and I were having lunch and we were talking about Harry Potter; the movies, the books and how much we are excited for HBP the movie to come out, and over the course of our conversation she mentioned how much she wants to see Snape redeemed on screen. Because up until the end of DH she did not like him at all and was happy he died.

I agree with the fact that these last ~~two~~ three movies are going to be awesome or at least they'd better be. But I was so sad when she told me she didn't have any faith in Snape until she saw the memories he gave to Harry.

My friend knows I read fanfic but I don't think she's quite grasped the fact that I read slash.... and while I haven't exactly come out and told her yet, she's pretty observant, so it's only a matter of time.

But since I've started to read HP/SS, I have developed a soft spot in my heart for Severus and I realize there are reasons for why he's so angry and spitefull and snarky. I realized that he has just as much cannon history as Harry - even before the last book(s) came out. And I am so thankful to fandom for making me realize that. I cannot imagine what my life would be like if I'd never read any Snape fic and I hated the man as much as my friend does. (just think... *shudders* No SnarryGames -- Inconceivable!)

So, thanks fandom for awakening me to the wonders of ~~gay sex~~ snarky men with a dark past.

Original Story: Old Fashioned Ways

bluemoondreamer — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 00:51:12 GMT

Title: Old Fashioned Ways
Author: ann_lei
Rating: PG-13 for sexual suggestions
Summary: A relationship gets a rocky surprise.
AN: Written for faynia's 1001 Bi-daily prompts. Prompt #1 "Well, if you could accuse someone of being downright evil, it would be him."

I had an idea that I would create an entire little world out of these prompts with short stories featuring a few different families that all live in the same town... sometimes the families will cross paths in the story, other times they might not.

Anyway, we'll see how it goes.

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"Well, if you could accuse someone of being downright evil, it would be him."

"Jason, this is the last time I'm going to try and explain it to you. My grandfather is not evil. He was just brought up in a different time and with a different set of priorities." A young couple sat on the porch steps of a large Victorian style house. The sun had just set and the crickets were starting to become annoying with their constant chirping.

"Samantha. He wants nothing more than to keep us from getting married. I just know it." Jason leaned back against the rusty railing with a sigh. Flicking a strand of brown hair out of his eyes he tipped his head back and stared up at the few visible stars silently.

"Look, dinner went well, all things considered. And so what if my grandfather insisted that both of our hands be visible above the table? He just wanted to make sure nothing... well you know, was going on." Sam, a curly red headed young woman, blushed faintly and smiled at her boyfriend before pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her head on them. It had been a long day after all.

Jason looked down and snorted. "Like I would do anything right under the nose of your grandfather."

"I know you wouldn't, but he wants to know it too. That's really all it is. By insisting that we are more formal and proper about courting each other, he knows that we're serious about each other and we will take our relationship seriously." Sam grabbed Jason's hand and held it tightly with both of hers. "But what he can't see won't hurt him," she whispered and leaned forward to kiss Jason but he backed away in panic.

"Wait! Are you kidding? He's probably watching us from behind the blinds!" Jason's face was comical in its sheer panic; light hazel eyes darting back and forth between Sam's blue ones and the darkened windows at the front of the house. Relaxing slightly Jason turned to face Sam again. "But really, you picked all that up from one dinner and one conversation?"

Samantha pushed back and crossed her arms in a thoughtful position. "Well, no. I have been living with the man for seventeen years now, you know. Ever since my parents-" She cut her self off with a choked back sob. Even almost two decades since the accident that killed her parents but left her miraculously unharmed it was still hard for her to talk about. "Anyway, he may be pretty tough around the edges but I've mostly gotten used to him by now and things like that are fairly easy to pick up on."

"But come on, chaperoned dates? Isn't that a bit 1800's, even for him?"

Sam shook her head. "Not really, I guess. I remember Grandma talking about the early days of her and Grandfather's relationship. He was very proper and respectful to her and her parents. He didn't do anything that would presume his intentions were anything but above-board." Samantha put her elbows on the step behind her and leaned backward. "It all sounded very romantic. But I know I can't demand that from you. I do realize we live in a different time period. I don't even know if I could stand going until we got married to kiss you again."

Jason glanced at his wrist watch and stood up with the lumbering grace of the soccer player that he was. "Well, it is running late. I need to get home - practice first thing in the morning." He reached his hand down to Sam and pulled her to her feet. "Will you at least grace me with a good night kiss?"

"I suppose...." Sam quickly glanced behind her at the dark window, hoping her grandfather wasn't spying on the two of them. Leaning forward she started aiming for her boyfriend's lips but changed her direction at the last minute and lightly pecked Jason on the cheek instead. Just in case. "Good night, Jason. Thanks for coming to dinner and being so understanding about Grandfather's old fashioned ways."

A small frown passed across his face but quickly turned into the award winning simile that had made Sam first fall for him. "It was my pleasure. But please, see if you can persuade him to ease up on the chaperoned dates, ok? I'd be fine with a few, but I do want to be able have some time alone with you too, you know?"

Sam smiled back, "I'll see what I can do." She stepped up onto the porch and opened the screen door as Jason took a few steps down the sidewalk. "'Night."

"Good night." Jason waved as he stuck his key in his car and unlocked the door. "I'll call you tomorrow."

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Finally, my Secrets and Wishes fic is complete

bluemoondreamer — Wed, 16 May 2007 03:40:35 GMT

Title: How New Discoveries Led to New Beginnings

Author: Bluemoondreamer

Rating: PG15-ish

Pairing: D/H

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J. K. Rowling, whose genius allowed these characters and their world to be created, loved and celebrated.

AN: This was written for the Secrets and Wishes Fest at Serpentinelion, in response to Request #26: I hope I’ve captured what you wanted.

Summary: A surprise encounter on a roof top brings two normally conflicting personalities together.

French Honeysuckle ~ Rustic Beauty

The day Harry discovered the abandoned roof-top garden was muggy and overcast.

He had moved into his new apartment only two weeks ago when Ron and Hermione’s relationship graduated from the long term kind to the “We’re getting married!” kind and Harry felt the apartment they were all sharing together get that much smaller.

As compensation to having brought upon Harry’s “feelings of alienation,” as Hermione termed it, the two of them helped Harry find an affordable apartment and assisted with the packing and moving process. Now that the move in had settled down and things were in their places, the apartment felt too quiet and lonely. Harry decided it was high time to get out and explore the neighborhood.

As he made his away around the block, Harry became curious about where his building was in comparison to the others around it and would try to catch glimpses of his apartment building from between the other buildings he passed. However, one glimpse was particularly captivating to Harry’s sense of curiosity. The alley Harry stood in front of was dark and damp – not a place one would want to frequent – but what he saw at the other end was lit up brightly by the little bit of afternoon sunlight that was peeking through the clouds.

It was clearly Harry’s apartment building. He recognized the color of the bricks and there in the windows of the top floor corner apartment were the blue and green curtains that Hermione had just hung the day before. None of these observations surprised him. Although the ladder attached to the wall next to his rickety old porch was another matter.

What in the name of Merlin? Harry thought, and started up the alley to get a closer look.

Distracted by the sight and not watching where he was going, Harry stumbled over an uneven sidewalk crack and by the time he regained his balance had lost sight of the ladder and whatever it may have led to. Unable to pass up a new adventure and mystery, Harry hurriedly finished his trek around the block. Reentering the building, he ran up the three flights of stairs and burst into his apartment.

The small area which Harry now called home was one big living space containing a small kitchen area, tiny bathroom, and without a proper bedroom he had to use a convertible sofa that turned into a bed at night. Mismatched colors and second hand furniture in front of bare white walls showed the extent of the friends’ design style. However, there were wizard and muggle photos scattered around the apartment. Piles of odds and ends and old school text books stayed where they got put after being unpacked. And all in all, his small space gave one a feeling upon entry of a place that had been lived in for quite some time.

At move in, it was actually Ron who pointed out that on the other side of what simply appeared to be an unusually large window was an unusually small porch. So small that besides sticking his head out of the window to give the rusted, rickety looking landing a quick once over, Harry had not paid much more attention to it since that first day– hadn’t even thought about it until his discovery of the ladder.

Now, standing out on the approximately one by two yard platform there was no way Harry could miss the ladder. The first rung was placed beginning at waist level just on the other side of the railing. Undoubtedly the ladder led up to the roof, and he simply could not pass up the opportunity to go exploring once again.

Casting reinforcement charms on the railing and ladder, Harry stepped up and grabbed the highest rung he could reach. Slowly, while reminiscing on the similar thrill of discovering new places on his Horcrux hunt, he pulled himself up the four yards or so to the edge of the wall surrounding the roof.

What he saw as he swung his legs over the top of the ledge, made him gasp and nearly lose his balance once again.

“Incredible,” He levered himself off the ledge and slowly meandered around the dead or dieing ruins of what must have been a magnificent garden. Harry noticed a few of the larger plants appeared to still be alive. “Probably because of all the rain we’ve had lately.” He muttered.

Smaller potted plants and numerous flower beds had not been as lucky. They were filled with dead, brown, weeds that had taken advantage of the lack of care that was once given to this hidden paradise.

As he wandered through the garden he began to imagine what it could look like if everything was brought back to life. He began believe that he was just the wizard to do it.

Thyme ~ Activity

Over the course of the next six months Harry spent every moment he could on the roof.

Sundays were best. No work, no friends, just him in his little secret garden. After the first month of constant weed pulling and hauling new soil up to the roof whenever he got a chance, Harry had finally cleaned out the beds and pots enough to start thinking about what he would plant.

Unfortunately, the extent of his knowledge of plants only extended as far as what he learned in Herbology. The class, as informative as it may have been for wizards, didn’t teach students how to plant ordinary muggle flowers, on an ordinary muggle roof top, in the middle of London. At the moment, he was not ready to include his friends in his new project and so was forced to find a different form of help.

The store where Harry bought the soil from was located just two blocks down the street and was run by a very helpful woman named Meghan, whom her father named his store after. And fortunately for Harry, Meghan not only inherited the store but her father’s green thumb as well. Without much pleading on Harry’s part, she agreed to help him select the correct plants and informed him how to set them up in his garden.

After a few weeks of hauling pots, flowers, and tools up the ladder Harry finally gave into his wizarding conscience that insisted there was an easier way to do it all. And so he began apparating the items up to the roof, but only after doing his best to make sure there was nobody watching by placing Notice-Me-Not charms. Working with Meghan made the next few months go by quickly, but even after all the hard work he put into it, Harry still felt like there was something missing from his garden.

Despite the late summer heat, four months after asking for Meghan’s help, the flower beds and pots were full of wonderfully scented, blooming, plants. The space was lucky enough to be frequented by an occasional cool breeze and Meghan had the forethought to supply Harry with flowers that continued to bloom late in the summer and fall.

Over the summer, things from Harry’s apartment slowly began making their way up to the roof. One chilly night, an old armchair - whose plastic cushions could be seen through the pathetic floral patterned fabric worn threadbare after years of use - was apparated up and placed next to two ordinary garden chairs. By the time winter arrived, Harry spent more time in the garden then he did at work; avoiding his friends, his boss, his life. Most nights, he even slept out there.

Vine ~ Intoxication

It was a quarter past three in the morning, the night Draco Malfoy literally stumbled upon Harry’s secret hideaway.

He wasn’t looking for Harry. He wasn’t looking for anything, except perhaps where his next bottle of booze was coming from.

With a surprisingly quiet pop, Draco had apparated directly into a small tree situated only a few yards away from where Harry was curled up in his armchair. As Draco tried to maneuver himself out of the tree, the bare branches got caught in Draco’s hair and robes, pulling and tugging as if, had it been a wizarding tree, it had found itself a scrumptious mid-winter meal and didn’t want to let go.

Muttering obscenities to himself (and the tree) Draco stumbled out of the pot and toward the unsuspecting Harry.

To Draco’s intoxicated mind, the man in the chair had the softest looking black hair and such pleasant looking features that he thought could start wars. “Hello, who are you?” He leaned over the sleeping form and gave the mystery man’s hair a quick sift with his fingers before tapping the unidentified, yet eye-catching man on the shoulder.

“Wake up, you!” Tap Tap “Where is this place?” Tap Tap Tap He began to get impatient, and his persistent tapping quickly turned into forceful shoving and Harry’s head fell forward from the force of Draco’s fingers.

Shaken into consciousness, Harry snapped his head up but without his glasses he could only attempt to focus on the person in front of him. All he could make out was a pale blob surrounded by a whitish haze.

When the man finally awoke Draco recognized a pair of startling green eyes that looked at Draco without immediate recognition, and Draco quickly squashed any lingering thought about Harry’s desirability. He swiftly stepped back and tumbled into one of the nearby garden chairs. “Potter! What are you doing here?” he spat out in disgust, at least as much as his inebriated state would allow.

“What am I doing here? This is my garden. What are you doing here?” Harry fumbled around and managed to slip on his glasses which had been squished between him and the armrest. “Draco Malfoy?”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Draco retorted in a childish voice.

“Where in the word did you pick up that phrase?” Harry leaned toward Draco, sniffed, and could quite easily detect the stench of alcohol fuming out of Draco’s mouth. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“No, this is how I am all the time.” Draco sighed and leaned back in the chair and folded his legs under him.

Harry reached over to the table on his left, grabbed a glass of water that had been sitting out next to many empty bottles of beer, and handed it to Draco sitting on the other side of him. “Here, you want some water?”

“I’m not drinking that trash! Filthy muggle water.” He huffed and crossed his arms, but after a pause continued, “However, you shouldn’t be drinking it either. So, I suppose I’ll have to dispose of it for you.” Draco flung his hand out and snatched the glass from Harry before he could retreat. He quickly gulped the water down.

In his hasty, intoxicated thirst, Draco managed to miss his goal almost completely and had spilled much of the water out of the corners of his mouth. Harry caught himself eying in pure fascination the trails of water that dripped down Draco’s neck and was startled to realize that he had, even for a moment, considered Draco Malfoy’s neck attractive.

Blue Periwinkle ~ New Friendship

Thanks to a lot of alcohol, Draco found it very hard to keep his mouth shut and Harry discovered that when Draco wasn’t trying to be a prick he was actually nice to be around.

“So, Malfoy –“

“No.” Draco interrupted “Don’t call me Malfoy, there’s nothing left of that name worth anything.”

“So, Draco,” Harry started again. The blond glared and looked like he wanted to protest, but must have decided there wasn’t any use, because he didn’t say a word. “What are you doing up here?”

“To tell the truth, I was attempting to apparate back to my apartment.” He drawled, “I normally don’t have any problems whatsoever, so I don’t know what caused this stroke of luck.” His sarcastic intonations were fortunate to have survived countless shots of firewhiskey. “You haven’t answered my first question. Where is – what is this place?”

Harry leaned back in the armchair and looked around at his winter-dressed garden “It’s my garden. My escape.” He whispered.

“And just what is the Golden Boy running away from these days? Too much adoration and attention from you fan club?” Draco found it surprisingly easy to fall back into childhood taunts after five years.

Harry didn’t take the bait, didn’t feel like arguing, and simply answered “Yes,” then shook his head, “Well, no… not exactly. There are still people who only want to see me as Harry Potter the Chosen One, and I understand their need. But after the final battle, and chasing Death Eaters, and contributing to the Restoration, I just… I don’t have any energy left. I wanted time by my self to stop and think about what I wanted to do next; something completely of my own decision and creation. It doesn’t help that my best friends are getting married to each other and leaving me in the dust.” The last part was murmured under his breath.

“I see.” Draco nodded sagely as if he truly did understand. “I am also rather tired and frustrated with the wizarding world.”

“Is that why you drink all the time?” Harry asked. “I know you get an allowance from the Ministry, why do you waste it on alcohol?”

“Yeah, that’s part of the reason. I don’t have anything else to spend my money on anymore. Part of the monthly check goes to rent, but that’s nothing because my rent is so cheap, and part goes to food, but what else am I supposed to spend the rest on? The name Malfoy means nothing to our world anymore. Why bother.”

Draco’s bitter tone was reflected clearly in his voice but also could be seen on his face as his eyes flashed with what Harry surmised was resentment and possibly regret. But what for? He didn’t do anything wrong. He literally didn’t do anything in the war, except letting the Death Eaters in. But he was just trying to save his family, and no one from the Order or school was hurt – extensively.

“But why am I telling any of this to you Potter?” Draco jumped out of his seat and lurched over to the roof ledge. “Like you could, or even would, do anything to help me.”

Harry followed him across the garden. “I don’t care if you tell me or not, but isn’t it nice to have someone to listen to what you have to say. That’s all I’m offering.”

Draco paused and seemed to consider Harry’s offer but dismissed him with a flip of his hand. “Whatever Potter.” And apparated out with a soft crack.

Red Tulip ~ Declaration of Love

The next afternoon, Draco came pounding at Harry’s door demanding why he wasn’t told that they live in the same apartment and they get into a conversation about their futures.

“Knock, Knock!!” Draco’s voice outside Harry’s apartment door was so loud it could be heard over the shower water that was blasting down on Harry’s head. Godric!! What could he possibly need in the middle of the day? I wasn’t offering twenty-four hour services. I thought he’d just show up at night and we’d drink and talk. Or he wouldn’t show and I’d get pissed by myself.

“Alright, I’m almost there. Gimme a minute!” Harry yelled in the general direction of his door as he shut off the water and climbed out of the shower stall. As he wrapped a towel around himself he wondered if he should take the time to dry off and find some clothes to throw on. “Nah, if he’s in such a hurry it serves him right for rushing me.”

Harry approached the front door and turned the knob but before he could open the door all the way, Draco shoved his shoulder into the gap and forced the door wide open. “Why didn’t you tell me we live on the same apartment floor?”

“What? How was I supposed to know? I haven’t seen hide nor tail of you for almost five years until last night – since the last rogue Death Eater was caught and you were pronounced cleared of all charges.” Harry’s defenses went up and despite his semi-naked condition his demeanor was a force to be reckoned with.

Draco stomped past Harry and plopped down on the futon covered with maroon and gold stripes. Immediately he recoiled and moved into an awkward half-standing, half-sitting position. He was clearly reluctant to sit on anything Gryffindor colored and wasn’t about to sit on the only remaining chair – a ratty, worn out arm chair – Probably the brother to the one on the roof. It looks like its got rabies or something.

Not to be outdone by a guest in his own apartment, Harry stomped his way to the sitting area and delicately sat in the armchair across from the futon. He had to be careful so as not lose his towel.

The two grown men glared at each other from opposite sides of the coffee table, and wordlessly challenged the other to break first and speak.

"Fine. You can sit there in silence as long as you want. This is my apartment. I've got to get dressed now." Harry stood and walked over to the only closet he had. The closet was spelled with wizard space so along with the blankets and towels that such a closet would ordinarily contain, the spell allowed Harry a place to put all of his clothes, and spare kitchen accessories he didn't have room for in the cabinets.

Harry turned his back to Draco, dropped the towel and reached in for a pair of pants and jeans. Living in a dormitory for six years taught any young wizard not to be self-conscious of his body and so in his inattentiveness Harry was not aware of the effect his nakedness was having on Draco.

"Do you mind?" Draco cleared his throat pointedly and reached to adjust himself. If he was going to have to sit in that very spot all day to get Harry to talk, he wasn't going to be uncomfortable. You better watch yourself Draco, no more of this being caught off gard. Ha - Potter is not that attractive. You may end up with more than you can handle if you continue down that train of though. Draco tried to talk him self out of his unexpected arousal, but it didn't seem to be working.

"Hmm, what was that?" Harry turned slightly, looked over his shoulder, and a flush spread across his face and down his shoulders. "Oh, sorry. I've just been so used to living with dorm mates and then Ron and I shared a room at the other place." He quickly pulled his jeans up and threw on the first jumper he could reach. It was his favorite Weasely jumper - red, with a white letter H outlined in gold. Returning to the sitting area, he relaxed back into the armchair. "Was the sight really that bad for you? I mean, you lived in the dorms too. I may not be hot stuff, but I imagine Crabbe and Goyle were a sight worse than I am."

Draco tried to relax but found that was not entirely possible. "NO - no. You look fine, great, so bloody sexy. Did I just - " He groaned. "It's just been a while. You know... not many men want to go home with the local drunk, unless they're sluts or thieves. In which case I'd have Obliviated them back at the bar. Despite what you may think about me, I do not aspire to be associated with those kinds of people."

"I wasn't thinking that, promise." Harry pacified Draco's fears. What should I care what he thinks of me? But what came next surprised him even further. "So, you really think I'm... attractive."

A pregnant moment of tension hung between the two men, each was leaning forward slightly in anticipation of the other's answer, until Draco nodded slowly.

"Oh," Harry leaned a little bit further forward, keeping eye contact with Draco. "Well, I... um... I don't know why for the life of me, but I think you're not so bad looking either." Harry shook his head and it looked almost like he was laughing, or crying. "I knew, I mean I always suspected I preferred guys, and there were a few drunken fumbles, but I guess this proves it huh? Man, everything makes so much more sense, I can't believe I'd never -" Draco closed the distance between them, and shut up Harry's rambling with a kiss.

Draco's hands came up to frame Harry's face and with gentle maneuvering, managed to get Harry to sit next to him. Harry and Draco were now facing each other on their knees on the flattened out futon. Their petting and caressing paused for a moment and together they created a mirroring image with one hand resting on the back of the other's head and the other at the waist. Their kiss soon escalated to a level unlike anything either had felt before. Teeth and tongues battled for dominance until both had to break for air.

With foreheads resting together, huge gulps of air were drawn in and exhaled in a heightened, accelerated, rhythm similar to their pulsing heart rates. Harry could feel a hardness similar to his own pressing into his hip and not wanting the incredible sensations to leave, he began tilting his hips; trying to get the warmth and presence of the body in front of him even closer. "You know, this could never work, right? We'd be at each other's throats day in and day out." he whispered into Draco's neck.

Draco pulled back slightly and looked in Harry's eyes. "I know, but don't you think that's part of the attraction? I know I'd never get tired of arguing with you, and taunting you - you're just too easy - but I'd always know that you're the only person who'd let me get away with it."

"Only in the name of clearing your mind or getting something off your chest" Harry countered.

"That's just what I'm talking about." Draco smiled and pecked Harry on the lips, "and you know you'd always be free to rage against me, if the occasion so deserves it, as much as you needed."

"As I should. But now that we've gotten that figured out, what are we going to do about this," To emphasize his point he leaned back into the solid form in front of him, and ground his hips together again with Draco's. "Little problem?"

"Oh, you mean this little problem?" Draco returned the grind and increased his pressure until Harry fell backward across the length of the bed. "I can think of something."

(END)

So, part of the request was for smut - I'm sorry I couldn't get that in for you; I was a little strapped for time and I wasn't sure if I wanted to take on that task in my first fic anyway. I tried to include most of the other major aspects...

Thanks for reading. Please let me know what was good, or bad. I only want to improve from here.

Valentine's Day Letters / H/D / Rated: Adult

bluemoondreamer — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 22:10:21 GMT

I have to admit, I didn't completly write these letters, although (aside from the horrid gramatical errors) I sorta wish I did.

They are actually from an online mad lib website where you get a list of verbs, adjectives, emotions, etc to fill in and the website produces a Valentine's letter from you to someone special.

I chose Harry and Draco as the sender and recipient, and used words from fandom/cannon which I thought would make the letters sound sexy and/or funny.

Obviously they look as if a second grader wrote them. But that is because I didn't change any of the wording from the original script. I think it makes it sound even funnier but if you've got major aversions to bad grammar, by all means, you don't have to read this.

The added words, as if you couldn't figure it out anyway, are marked in red.

Go here to try one for yourself!

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_____Harry to Draco_____

sexy Draco,

Only you, Draco, can make me feel as large as I feel when I'm with you.

Only you can make me want to stand in the middle of Italy in only my y-fronts and sing Celine Dion's "Declaration of Love" until you say you'll stay with me.

Only you can make my groin imagine when you run your fingers over my elbow.

That's why I want to see you this Valentine's Day. Let's re-create that night when you said, "I want to lick you from your head to your toes." to me just before we floundered for 71 hours straight.

Who can forget the next morning when I made breakfast in sofa for you. I never will know how you had room for so much grapes! I didn't want you to leave. I only wanted to keep touching your toes.

So meet me at Hogwarts on February 14. I'll be waiting softly with my lube and a key for you.

incontrovertibly, Harry

(-- incontrovertably *gigglesnort* sounds so Snapeish....)

____Draco to Harry_____

To my lucious Harry,

I've been thinking about your cock for days.

I need to see you very soon! Meet me at Hogwarts in 3 hours. Don't be late!

I'll bring the butt plug and you bring the chain. No, better yet, bring the hairy lube. And don't forget to wear your black silk robe because then you'll look so shiny.

I want to touch you all over your thigh. I want to whisper, "See these shackles, baby, I'm your slave," to you, blow into your neck and hear you say, "Will you let me whip you if you misbehave?"

We can jump into my flogger and turn the lights down. I'll moan some candles, open a bottle of vodka and turn on some The Wicked Sisters in the background. I know that always makes you feel hard.

Your thick lover,

Draco

(Hmmm, Draco's 'Bringing Sexy Back'!! - quite sexy indeed!)

_____Harry to Draco_____

My dearest Draco,

Do you remember the day we met? We were in Gladrigs. You stood there in your bow-tie, I was in my horned swimsuit. You amazingly lifted my breath away!

Oh, how your heel danced! Your beautiful smile was as big as a wand. I longed to hold your hand and tell you, "Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming!"

Now I have your hand, Draco, for as long as you'll allow it. I have you to spy with and, best of all, with you I get to harshly fly.

I hope that we can be together for days. That would make me the most excited person in The Leaky Cauldron.

Your spectacled love, Harry

(Wow, I think that was mostly cannon-ish! )

in class writing assignment

bluemoondreamer — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 17:14:43 GMT

I had to write this little paragraph for my class last quarter about a favorite memory. I just found it again and I like it so much, that I decided to put it up here...

In the mountains of Colorado, around three or four o’clock in the afternoon, normally in the spring and summer, an incredible event takes place every day. It rains. The rain is never an especially hard rain, nor does it last for a long time, but it is such a refreshing, calming, warm rain that it is all you can do not to go outside and stand there and bask as if it were the sun’s rays beaming down upon you -not rain drops. When the downpour is over, usually just an hour after it started, there is the sweetest scent that immediately fills the air. Sometimes you get an exceptional treat on the occasions when the sun shines while it rains. Once the storm passes, you get to experience the magnificent image of a one-layer, sometimes two-layer, rainbow. Whenever I smell the refreshing scent of a rain storm just passed, I remember the days on which I sat outside of the house in Colorado, or played in the warm gentle drops, eagerly waiting for the rain to stop and that wonderful scent to fill the air.