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1. Since I am a lameass who totally failed at sending anyone ANYTHING this year, I am offering for Xmas timestamps or alternate POVs of anything I have written. C'mon, all is fair game. If you don't usually request something, go ahead. I will then aim to post them all between the 23rd-25th December.

2. I was meaning to have Robot!Dean done for Xmas but I am just not. HOWEVER, I am willing to post the first part of it, but think very carefully and then answer this poll (I just typed pole first... ha!):

[Poll #1500080]

3.

apieceofcake just ROCKS my socks. I now have a Supernatural fridge magnet, fridge calender and Winchester and snowman adorned card. *glees*

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Date: 2009-12-21 12:02 am (UTC)

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John knows the boys like spending time at Jim's farm. It's the only time Sam gets to run around outside like a normal kid and it's close enough to town that they don't feel completely cut off. For Christmas one year, John decides to up stakes and get them to Jim's as a treat. He doesn't tell either Dean or Sam where they're going, just orders Dean to follow him.

Dean clues on when they're still half a day away and Sam only an hour after that. He watches in the truck's rear vision mirror as his boys talk animatedly in the Impala behind. As he watches, Sam throws his head back and laughs at something Dean says and it's nice to see.

Sam's been in a pissy mood for about four months now.

When they stop for gas with only two hours to go, Sam has to stay in the car because they're in the midst of a freak December heatwave and it would look odd for a kid to be walking around in a giant coat. Sam hasn't been able to wear the harnass Dean made him since he was fourteen and now at fifteen, he's starting to be rebellious about having to stay out of sight.

"What?" Dean says as he gets out of the Impala. He's smiling and now Sam is scowling. The good mood obviously didn't last very long. "You already have a stick up your butt. It won't be like it'll be a new experience for you."

Sam leans out of the car far enough to call, "You're a dickface!" to Dean's back as he heads over to John.

"Don't antagonize him," John scolds as Dean gets within earshot. Dean just makes a face and leans his back on the truck, tilting his face up into the unseasonal warmth. "What were you two arguing about this time?"

"I said if Jim has a tree and he didn't have a topper we could just stick Sam up there," Dean says with a shrug and John only barely catches the snort he makes with his hand.

"Just... try being a little nicer to your brother, okay?" John says, clipping Dean on the back of his head. "You're all he has."

Dean looks back at the Impala for a moment. Sam's disappeared so he's probably laying flat in the backseat.

"Yeah, I know," Dean sighs.