Word Count: 1800
Summary: Between cracked ribs and asthma exacerbated by a Christmas tree allergy, Dean is having a pretty crappy holiday. Sam tries to put a stop to it.
Warning: Nebulous time period, naughty language, Christmas tree abuse.
Note: I wrote this two Christmases ago but kept forgetting to post it. I think the original idea might have come from a prompt in a comment fic meme, but it’s been so long that I can’t remember. Hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!
Disclaimer: I made it all up.
Oh Christmas Tree
by wave obscura
“That’s it,” Sam declares, “That’s fucking it.”
Dean wants to ask Sam what the hell he’s talking about it, but with several cracked ribs and an asthma attack, he can manage little more than a moan, the forlorn bray of an aging donkey.
“That’s it,” Sam declares again, jumping out of bed, pawing through the darkness for his pants. “That fucking Christmas trees goes.”( Collapse )