And May All Your Christmases Be White
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Title: And May All Your Christmases Be White
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1500
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Kripke broke them long before I ever got to them.
Summary: The first Christmas after Sam left, both Dean and John are down with colds, but somehow it doesn't suck as much as Dean feared it would.
Fill for 'Archaic Medical Treatment' on my
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The loopy smile stays glued to Dean's face as he imagines Dad climbing around on some roof, desperately setting up 250,000 light bulbs. He guesses his brain might still be kinda muddled, because fuck, he can't even remember the last time he could feel all his toes; fucking winter in Minnesota in crap-ass motels that can't keep their heating up and running.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1500
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Kripke broke them long before I ever got to them.
Summary: The first Christmas after Sam left, both Dean and John are down with colds, but somehow it doesn't suck as much as Dean feared it would.
Fill for 'Archaic Medical Treatment' on my
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The loopy smile stays glued to Dean's face as he imagines Dad climbing around on some roof, desperately setting up 250,000 light bulbs. He guesses his brain might still be kinda muddled, because fuck, he can't even remember the last time he could feel all his toes; fucking winter in Minnesota in crap-ass motels that can't keep their heating up and running.