Christmas Future

Author’s Note: The last of a trilogy of Past, Present and Future Christmas fluff with Dean Winchester.

Summary: Post season 15 with a bit of speculation on the ending...The Winchesters have a happy Christmas Eve in the bunker.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen

Word count: 1286

Story Warnings: So much fluff! That is all.

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"You better stop running after her or you're going on the naughty list!" Dean called, taking a glass of eggnog to the table.

"Santa's not real!" a short response called back.

"He was real, he's just dead now, Johnny! Don't you listen to Uncle Sam's stories?!" a small female voice shot back.

"Even if those lesser gods were Santa and Mrs. Claus, they didn't have a freakin' Naughty list,  they had a cannibal shopping list of people to pull up the chimney and eat!"

"Cannibals eat their own kind, stupid! They weren't eating other pagan gods!"

Dean looked across the table at Y/n, working on her crochet project. "You wanna help me out with this, honey?"

Christmas Present

Author’s Note: The second of a trilogy of Past, Present and Future Christmas fluff with Dean Winchester. Read Christmas Past here! Goes with my prompts from @ne-gans Xmas Challenge 2019. 

Summary:  Jody is hosting a Christmas party at the sheriff’s station and the Winchesters show up. Dean spends an hour trying to figure out why the new sergeant looks so familiar…it’s Y/n from the mall twenty-three years ago!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 2404

Story Warnings: just some good fluff and some drinking and some flirting and some Christmas-y love

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Dean parked the Impala in front of the Sioux Falls Sheriff's Department and sighed. "She better have booze."

"It's a Christmas party at a police station, Dean," Sam said, shaking his head, before turning to sign at Eileen in the back seat.

"It's Jody," Dean said, pushing his door open. "Better have my beer, at least."

"Dean! Sam! Glad you could make it!" Jody had a big smile on her face and a Santa hat on her head as she approached them. "The only civilians around are the girls and my deputies' spouses. I needed new blood."

"Well, we're here. Tell me there's beer," Dean said, wrapping the sheriff in a hug.

"Of course! Donna brought three cases. There's a cooler on my desk."

"Donna's here? Awesome." Dean turned and pointed at Eileen. "This is Eileen. She's Sam's...friend. If you know sign language, that's great. If not, she reads lips. I'm gonna get a beer."

"Hey, Jody," Sam said as Dean walked away toward her office.

Dean flipped open the white and blue Igloo cooler on Jody's desk and started shifting the ice around. There were sodas and bottles of water but no sign of beer.

"The good stuff's at the bottom." A hand reached into the cooler and pushed to the bottom layer and returned with two beers. Dean smiled as the woman offered one to him. She looked oddly familiar, but out of place in her uniform. "Think Sheriff was tryin' to keep temptation away from her girls. Outta sight, outta mind."

Christmas Past

Author’s Note: The first of a trilogy of Past, Present and Future Christmas fluff with Dean Winchester.

Summary:  17 year old Dean’s trawling the mall a few days before Christmas and meets a young homeless runaway. He takes her for a burger, listens to her story and decides to help her.

Pairing: none

Word count: 1148

Story Warnings: mentions of abuse and addiction

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Dean traveled the whole mall several times. It was partly to kill time, partly to find a gift for Sam, partly to look for unattended department store shopping bags and partly to get a good idea of the patrol patterns of the rent-a-cops.

Every time he passed the food court, she was there. Sitting at a lonesome table in the corner, picking at a soft pretzel and drinking Sprite out of a water cup.

He made a Kim’s Game out of it, examining her as he walked through the rows of tables. How many holes in her jacket? How many fingers still attached to her gloves? How many cuts on her face?

She was obviously homeless, probably a runaway, and she was trying to keep from being chased out of a warm place by spending her little bit of cash on a pretzel and eating as slow as possible to avoid ‘loitering’.

“You like burgers?” he asked, flopping into the chair on the opposite side of her table.

Holidays, not Holy-Days

Red Queen Chronicles Masterlist

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version) Part Two of the Red Queen Chronicles!

Summary: Cassie Campbell brings her teammates and friends together for her first ever Christmas dinner. 2 aliens, an atheist, her boyfriend's ex-wife, her ex-boyfriend and an all-American lab rat worried about her mental health. What could go wrong?

Word Count: 8148

Pairing(s): Phil Coulson x OFC (Past), Clint Barton x OFC, 

Story Warnings: 18+, HERE BE SEX!!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, kitchen sex, protected vaginal sex, oral sex (fem rec), identity issues, panic attack,

"Because, Clint, I know that at least two of us, probably three, have never had a Christmas dinner and Wanda hasn't had one since she was orphaned. You guys are my family and I really want everyone here. I've got this big old house to myself and I don't want that on Christmas. I know Nat's not busy. You're retired. You can't say 'no'."

"What about Laur-"

"I asked Laura. She wanted nothing to do with it. Apparently, she and the kids don't leave the house much around Christmas just in case Barney comes home. I think that's probably a real depressing place to be if he doesn't show, so come to Washington. Spend Christmas with your girlfriend and your friends."

Static came through the phone as Clint sighed. "Who is gonna be there?"

"Well, Pepper confirmed for her and Tony, but I'm gonna double check with him. I think I've caught Thor's attention, or at least Heimdall's, so I'll hear from him soon. I sent Steve a paper invite via snail mail a week ago, so I'm gonna call to see if he got it. Wanda and Vision both confirmed and Sam said he has to see what's going on with his family, but he would probably stop by. I'm gonna call Phil after I get off with you, invite him and his people."

"You gonna have enough food for all those people?"

"I'm making a goose, a turkey, and a ham, three kinds of potatoes, four casseroles, homemade rolls, store-bought rolls, cranberry sauce from scratch and 6 different kinds of pie. I have a chart to make sure everything is ready at the same time. I got this. Now, I just need you."

"Oh, tug at my heartstrings. Fine. I confirm for me and Nat. See you on the 22nd, babe."