Happy Holidays, Vexed!
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kiramaru7Title: How the Krampus Nearly Stole Dean
Rating: G
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: wee!Sammy, Krampus, wee!Dean
Genres: Fluffy romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 618
Summary: “Hey, Mister, what are you doing with Dean?”
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Kat for looking this over for me.
For Vexed… Happy Holidays!
Little Sammy could not sleep. This year he had asked Uncle Bobby if Santa could bring Daddy home for Christmas. While Uncle Bobby had not made any promises, Sammy knew in his heart that his father would be there. Dean, on the other hand, agreed with their “uncle.” Still, Sammy could not be persuaded against getting his hopes up. So when he heard a rustling in the bed next to his, he sat up.
“Dean? Did you hear that?!” he whispered. “I think Santa brought Daddy!” When he got no response, he called out to his sleeping brother again, “Dean?! Wake up!” Sammy was about to get out of bed and shake his brother awake, when he noticed they were not alone in the room. There, in the space between their beds was something that definitely was not Daddy or Uncle Bobby.
“Did you bring my daddy home for Christmas?” Sammy asked.
The large, black, goat-like figure turned to look at him. “No,” he hissed, his long tongue flicking like a snake’s. He could taste this was a good child, but what threw him, was the fact that this child was not in the least bit scared of him. He stared up at him, wide-eyed and hopeful.
“Oh….” Sammy looked away and back. “Do you know if Santa’s bringing him, Mister?”
“No! Now go away, little boy, I’m busy!” He flicked his tongue out again. This child was definitely naughty. He bent to pick him up.
“Hey, Mister, what are you doing with Dean?”
“Taking him back to my lair because he’s been naughty all year!” The goat-like figure smiled. “After I’m done spanking him, I’m going to roast him with chestnuts and eat him!” he added, hoping to scare the good little child into going back to bed.
Sammy’s eyes welled up with tears. “You can’t take Dean!” he sniffled. “Uncle Bobby says he’s only naughty cuz Daddy’s away a lot and Mommy’s up in Heaven.”
The goat-like figure paused. Crouching down to the good child’s height, he said, “Do you know who I am?”
Sammy shook his head.
“I’m the Krampus.”
Sammy’s eyes went wide. “You’re my Grandpa?”
The Krampus sighed. “Not Grandpa, Krampus!” he hissed.
“Oh…” Sammy smiled. “Do you know my Grandpa?”
“Now, please, kid-”
“My name’s Sammy, Mr. Krampus.”
“Sammy,” the Krampus repeated. “I need to get back to work.” He picked up the sleeping Dean and started to carry him towards the window.
Sammy reached out and grabbed his tail, tugging on it. “Mr. Krampus, where’re you taking Dean? Can I come too? Please?”
“I told you back to my lair! And no, you can’t come!”
“It’s not fair!” Sammy started to cry. “Dean never lets me go anywhere!”
Just then, something akin to compassion stirred in the Krampus’ heart and it was a most uncomfortable feeling. While he loved the sight and sound of crying children, he found it hurt to see this good little child cry. “Will you stop crying if I leave Dean behind?”
Sammy nodded. He sniffled, biting back his sobs, as he wiped his face with the back of his hands.
The Krampus sighed. “Into bed with you,” he said, tucking Sammy in and patting him on the head. He turned to Dean and stuffed a lump of coal under his pillow. Turning back to Sammy, he said as he handed him a lump of coal, “Sorry, but this is all I got.”
“Thanks!” Sammy held on to it as he closed his eyes. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Krampus,” he murmured as he fell asleep.
“Merry Christmas, kid,” the Krampus said as he flew out of the window and into the night in search other naughty little children…
Rating: G
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: wee!Sammy, Krampus, wee!Dean
Genres: Fluffy romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 618
Summary: “Hey, Mister, what are you doing with Dean?”
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Kat for looking this over for me.
For Vexed… Happy Holidays!
Little Sammy could not sleep. This year he had asked Uncle Bobby if Santa could bring Daddy home for Christmas. While Uncle Bobby had not made any promises, Sammy knew in his heart that his father would be there. Dean, on the other hand, agreed with their “uncle.” Still, Sammy could not be persuaded against getting his hopes up. So when he heard a rustling in the bed next to his, he sat up.
“Dean? Did you hear that?!” he whispered. “I think Santa brought Daddy!” When he got no response, he called out to his sleeping brother again, “Dean?! Wake up!” Sammy was about to get out of bed and shake his brother awake, when he noticed they were not alone in the room. There, in the space between their beds was something that definitely was not Daddy or Uncle Bobby.
“Did you bring my daddy home for Christmas?” Sammy asked.
The large, black, goat-like figure turned to look at him. “No,” he hissed, his long tongue flicking like a snake’s. He could taste this was a good child, but what threw him, was the fact that this child was not in the least bit scared of him. He stared up at him, wide-eyed and hopeful.
“Oh….” Sammy looked away and back. “Do you know if Santa’s bringing him, Mister?”
“No! Now go away, little boy, I’m busy!” He flicked his tongue out again. This child was definitely naughty. He bent to pick him up.
“Hey, Mister, what are you doing with Dean?”
“Taking him back to my lair because he’s been naughty all year!” The goat-like figure smiled. “After I’m done spanking him, I’m going to roast him with chestnuts and eat him!” he added, hoping to scare the good little child into going back to bed.
Sammy’s eyes welled up with tears. “You can’t take Dean!” he sniffled. “Uncle Bobby says he’s only naughty cuz Daddy’s away a lot and Mommy’s up in Heaven.”
The goat-like figure paused. Crouching down to the good child’s height, he said, “Do you know who I am?”
Sammy shook his head.
“I’m the Krampus.”
Sammy’s eyes went wide. “You’re my Grandpa?”
The Krampus sighed. “Not Grandpa, Krampus!” he hissed.
“Oh…” Sammy smiled. “Do you know my Grandpa?”
“Now, please, kid-”
“My name’s Sammy, Mr. Krampus.”
“Sammy,” the Krampus repeated. “I need to get back to work.” He picked up the sleeping Dean and started to carry him towards the window.
Sammy reached out and grabbed his tail, tugging on it. “Mr. Krampus, where’re you taking Dean? Can I come too? Please?”
“I told you back to my lair! And no, you can’t come!”
“It’s not fair!” Sammy started to cry. “Dean never lets me go anywhere!”
Just then, something akin to compassion stirred in the Krampus’ heart and it was a most uncomfortable feeling. While he loved the sight and sound of crying children, he found it hurt to see this good little child cry. “Will you stop crying if I leave Dean behind?”
Sammy nodded. He sniffled, biting back his sobs, as he wiped his face with the back of his hands.
The Krampus sighed. “Into bed with you,” he said, tucking Sammy in and patting him on the head. He turned to Dean and stuffed a lump of coal under his pillow. Turning back to Sammy, he said as he handed him a lump of coal, “Sorry, but this is all I got.”
“Thanks!” Sammy held on to it as he closed his eyes. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Krampus,” he murmured as he fell asleep.
“Merry Christmas, kid,” the Krampus said as he flew out of the window and into the night in search other naughty little children…
