shh, i'm supposed to be asleeeep

[withimpunity]

Roflrofl this is so terribly terrible. But what's really terrible is that is gave me a plot bunny. O_o

\o/

The Miracle Of The Owl

Dean hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like the fire of a thousand suns.. He loathed it.

Every December, Dean would feel himself getting all loud inside. He refused to put up a Christmas baseball, he snapped at anyone sweaty enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.

On December 13, Dean had to go to the mall to buy an enormous scissors. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing quickly around and so much Christmas music blaring freakishly, he thought his lips would explode.

Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a hot man collecting for charity. Dean never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.

Suddenly, the hot man dropped his bells and ran in a tree. There was a strong owl right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the hot man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!

Dean rushed out and blindly pushed them both out of the way. There was a smooth bang and then everything went dark.

When Dean woke up, he was in an amazing room. There was a Christmas baseball in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Dean's face hurt. A lot.

The hot man came into the room. "I'm so pliant!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Sam. You saved me from the truck. But your face is broken."

Dean hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas baseball up and his face was broken, he felt quite ridiculous, especially when he looked at Sam.

"Your face must hurt recently," Sam said. "I think this will help." And he touched Dean several times.

Now Dean felt very ridiculous indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Sam. "I love you," he said, and kissed Sam extremely.

"I love you too," said Sam. Just then, the owl ran into the room and nuzzled Dean's ear. "I brought him home with us," Sam said.

"We'll call him Miracle," Dean said. "Our Christmas Miracle."

It was the best Christmas ever.

Owl nuzzling Dean's ear!!! Kissed Sam extremely!! Come on! \o/

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Comments

[lady-bluefairy.livejournal.com]

LOL! I love the Drabble-matic. :D

[cosmicavatar.livejournal.com]

Bwaha! I was wondering what the heck was going on...! Oh, hee. Here's mine. (Courtesy of the brothers Petrelli. And a duck.)

The Battle For The Duck

In a wood, Nathan stroked his duck. He had been busy with the duck for hours and now wanted nothing more than a splendid cuddle or a rich massage from his lover Peter.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his awesome Peter appeared at the door, grinning slowly.

"Put down the duck," Peter said drily. "Unless you want me to stroke that duck on your leg."

Nathan put down the duck. He was sexy. He had never seen Peter so tiny before and it made him awful.

Peter picked up the duck, then withdrew a shirt from his back. "Don't be so sexy," Peter said with a tiny grimace. "A horse bit my arm this morning, and everything became demonic. Now with this duck and this shirt I can drily rule the world!"

Nathan clutched his serendipitous arm gratefully. This was his lover, his awesome Peter, now staring at him with a tiny back.

"Fight it!" Nathan shouted. "The horse just wants the duck for his own awesome devices! He doesn't love you, not the splendid way I do!"

Nathan could see Peter trembling gratefully. Nathan reached out his leg and touched Peter's back drily. He was awesome, so awesome, but he knew only his serendipitous love for Peter would break the horse's spell.

Sure enough, Peter dropped the duck with a thunk. "Oh, Nathan," he squealed. "I'm so splendid, can you ever forgive me?"

But Nathan had already moved in a wood. Like a star piercing the heavens, he pressed his leg into Peter's back. And as they fell together in a demonic fit of love, the duck lay on the floor, awful and forgotten.

*laughs until cries*

[cosmicavatar.livejournal.com]

Oh, wait. This one's even better.

To Drily Stroke

Nathan and Peter were celebrating an awesome Valentine's Day together. Nathan had cooked a rich dinner and they ate in a wood by candlelight.

"My darling," Peter said, stroking Nathan's arm, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Nathan. "It is but a sexy token of my demonic love."

Nathan opened the box. Inside was a wonderful duck! He gazed at it slowly. Then he gazed at Peter slowly. "It's tiny," Nathan said. "Come here and let me stroke you."

Just then, an awful crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a star piercing the heavens. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a serendipitous voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Peter read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other briefly as the crone cackled some more. Nathan's back began to tremble. Then Peter shrugged, pulled out a shirt, and hit the crone on her leg. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Nathan said and kissed Peter gratefully. "This is a splendid Valentine's Day!"

They forcefully burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they stroked each other all night long.

HOW DID THE DRABBLE KNOW THEY WERE BROTHERS?!?!?! Wow.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Omg. I may never recover from this. XDXDXDXD

[kilynn16.livejournal.com]

Bwahaha!! This drabble makes me feel all loud inside. In a good way. *G*

"You saved me from the truck. But your face is broken."
Awww poor, broken-faced Dean. :(

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

I think this is probably my favorite. Because it actually sounds like something I might've read once. LOL

Quote:

"Your face must hurt recently," Sam said. "I think this will help." And he touched Dean several times.

[kilynn16.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think I've seen that on the show actually. *snerk*