Pairing: Sam & Dean (wincest if you squint)
Word Count: 500
Summary: Five holiday-time moments from the boys' long, weird lives. Written for the Holiday Drabble Challenge over at spn_bigpretzel.
Late Night TV
Dean wakes with a start. "Huh. Did I miss something?" He blinks at the TV and rubs an eye with the back of one hand. "What's this?"
Sam pulls the blanket up over them both and crosses his arms. "It's a Wonderful Life," he says, clearing his throat, which is how Dean knows his brother's been crying.
He's drunk, Dean thinks. It's that bottle of Jameson's he bought me for Christmas.
"Yeah," Dean shakes his head. "They show it every Christmas. Fuckin' angels."
They watch for a few moments in silence, shoulders touching, companionable.
"It's about brothers," Sam says.
"We need more firewood."
"No duh, Sherlock. So go get us some."
"It's outside. On the porch."
"So, it's cold outside."
"It's gonna get cold in here if we let that fire go out."
Sigh. "Why do I always have to be the one to get the firewood?"
"Uh, maybe because you're the one with two working arms and two working legs."
"I hate it when you get injured."
"Yeah, you just hate having to do all the chores."
"I shoulda stopped that damn thing before it crushed your leg."
"Go get the wood, Sammy."
"I ain't puttin' those things on."
"Come on, Dean. It's not that hard! You'll like it once you get the hang of it."
"Go ahead, Dorothy Hamill. Knock yourself out."
"You can't just sit here!"
"Oh yeah? Watch me."
"You'll stick out like a sore thumb, Dean."
"No, I won't. I'll look cool. You're the fuckin' Ice Princess anyway."
"Dean, you need to put these skates on and get out here. We're supposed to be trying to fit in, get these people to trust us."
"I ain't no Nancy Kerrigan, Sam."
"No, but I am. Tonya."
"Shut up! Okay. Whatever."
"They're carolers, Dean, not vengeful spirits. You don't need that."
"What, you don't think Ebenezer Scrooge wished he had one of these? Coulda saved him a bucketload of trouble."
"Put the poker down, Dean. You'll scare them."
"I knew house-sitting for civilians was a bad idea."
"They're friends of Bobby's, Dean. We're doing him a favor."
"Yeah, so his rich friends can spend Christmas in Florida while we're stuck here playing Home Alone!"
"Shh. Here they come."
"Cookies? Really? You made them cookies?"
"It's what you do, Dean! You offer the carolers cookies! Now, open the door."
"Dean! Snow! Look, it's snowing!"
"Yeah, yeah, Sammy, I see it."
"Come on, Dean, let's go out and make a snowman! Come on!"
"Not goin' out there. Are you crazy? It's minus ten degrees!"
"Aw, just for a few minutes, Dean? Please? Come on! We can build a snow fort!"
"Yeah, and freeze our butts off doin' it. No way. Forget about it."
"We can have a snowball fight! Come on, Dean. I dare you!"
"I triple dare you! And if you forfeit, I win, right? Right?"
"Yeah. Right. Okay. But put your coat on first!"