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Title: Festation
Category: Gen
Rating: PG (Language)
Fandom: SPN
Words: 204
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kellifer_fic
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
“Dude, I have three Die Hard movies, store bought nog and pizza,” Dean called from the motel room doorway. The bathroom door was closed and the shower running so Dean moved to the door and yelled, “None of which you’ll enjoy if you use all the hot water, bitch!”
“Who are you yelling at?” Sam asked from behind Dean, shaking snow out of his hair.
“Um, okay,” Dean said before turning back to the bathroom door and turning the knob. He pushed the door open slowly.
“Kinda busy here, do you mind?” a tiny man yelled from the stall. He was wearing nothing except a red and green striped cap with a large bell on the top. Another three, no four faces appeared around from behind the curtain and then Dean was hit in the forehead with a bar of motel soap.
“Try knocking, douchebag!” another of the small men screeched and Dean pulled the door closed again and turned to face his brother.
“Dude, we got elves,” Dean said with a sigh.
“What, again?” Sam groaned. He pulled the sneakers back on he’d just toed out of with two annoyed yanks. “I’ll get the candy canes, you get the blowtorch,” he said grimly.
Category: Gen
Rating: PG (Language)
Fandom: SPN
Words: 204
By:
kellifer_ficSpoilers: None
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
“Dude, I have three Die Hard movies, store bought nog and pizza,” Dean called from the motel room doorway. The bathroom door was closed and the shower running so Dean moved to the door and yelled, “None of which you’ll enjoy if you use all the hot water, bitch!”
“Who are you yelling at?” Sam asked from behind Dean, shaking snow out of his hair.
“Um, okay,” Dean said before turning back to the bathroom door and turning the knob. He pushed the door open slowly.
“Kinda busy here, do you mind?” a tiny man yelled from the stall. He was wearing nothing except a red and green striped cap with a large bell on the top. Another three, no four faces appeared around from behind the curtain and then Dean was hit in the forehead with a bar of motel soap.
“Try knocking, douchebag!” another of the small men screeched and Dean pulled the door closed again and turned to face his brother.
“Dude, we got elves,” Dean said with a sigh.
“What, again?” Sam groaned. He pulled the sneakers back on he’d just toed out of with two annoyed yanks. “I’ll get the candy canes, you get the blowtorch,” he said grimly.
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“I’ll get the candy canes, you get the blowtorch,”
he said grimly.
Hee!
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This made me giggle like a loon!
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Hilarious.
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Cracked me up.
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Loved this!
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Candy canes and blowtorches!
:)
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This totally made my day. I love that candy canes and blowtorches are the solution.
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