Father Christmas
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Title: Father Christmas
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koyote19
Characters: Dean and Santa Clause
Prompt: 37 Make-up
Rating: PG (K+)
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Sam and Dean visit Santa Clause. I felt bad for the guy being Santa. Dean was probably a psycho when he was little.
“Okay… I want a new knife. Or maybe a .22 rifle.”
Bernard blinked, holding onto his aplomb with both hands and gritted teeth. “A…knife? Uh… I don’t think you’ve got the idea here, kiddo. I bring toys, not weapons of mass destruction. And I certainly don’t bring knives to…er… how old are you, anyway?”
“But you asked what I wanted,” Dean frowned. “And I don’t want a toy. I need a knife.” He flushed, and added in a sheepish voice, “The monster under my bed chewed up the last one….”
“The…uh… okay,” Bernard decided not to touch that one. “And what does Sam want? A knife too?”
Dean rolled his eyes, as only an eight-year-old could. “Sam’s too little, he can’t have a knife yet. You’re kind of stupid for a magical being….”
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Title: Father Christmas
Author:
koyote19 Characters: Dean and Santa Clause
Prompt: 37 Make-up
Rating: PG (K+)
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Sam and Dean visit Santa Clause. I felt bad for the guy being Santa. Dean was probably a psycho when he was little.
“Okay… I want a new knife. Or maybe a .22 rifle.”
Bernard blinked, holding onto his aplomb with both hands and gritted teeth. “A…knife? Uh… I don’t think you’ve got the idea here, kiddo. I bring toys, not weapons of mass destruction. And I certainly don’t bring knives to…er… how old are you, anyway?”
“But you asked what I wanted,” Dean frowned. “And I don’t want a toy. I need a knife.” He flushed, and added in a sheepish voice, “The monster under my bed chewed up the last one….”
“The…uh… okay,” Bernard decided not to touch that one. “And what does Sam want? A knife too?”
Dean rolled his eyes, as only an eight-year-old could. “Sam’s too little, he can’t have a knife yet. You’re kind of stupid for a magical being….”
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