Day 3 of Kari and Ida's 12 Days of Christmas ❤️ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
Christmas lights drabble.
“Hey, do we have another box of the multi color lights anywhere?” Dean was yelling from the storage room where he was currently buried beneath a pile of wreaths, giant ribbon bows, and what looked like tinsel. You had just walked in to see what he was getting up to and the sight before you sent you into a fit of giggles.
“What the hell,” you gasped out, “are you doing Dean Winchester?!” His arms were thrown into the air dramatically in a gesture that said ‘What does it look like’ and he turned around to continue his digging before speaking.
“I'm trying to find the lights. We have all this Christmas junk, and Sam is on my ass about decorating before he has Jody and Donna here. I said I'd do the lights, he can deal with the flouncy shit.” To emphasize what he meant he tossed a small bundle of silver tinsel towards you. A snort escaped you, and once again you were giggling uncontrollably. Your arms wrapped around your middle and you doubled over as Dean looked at you in exasperation. “You could help, ya know. Or just laugh at my pain,” he added with an eye roll.
“Okay, okay! I'll start on this side, we can work towards the middle, deal?” He humphed in answer, then continued his search. You began to sort through the various boxes of decorations. Ribbons, garland, boughs of mistletoe and holly a plenty were found; yet the lights were still missing after hunting for an hour. An exclamation from Dean's side of the room startled you, distracting you from the excuses you were thinking of to give up on the search.
“Found ‘em!” Dean shouted in victory. “Damn things were buried under the tree we haven't set up yet!” His eyes shone with success, and his joyful grin was contagious.
“Well, I'm glad they finally got unburied,” you said with a smile.
“I was so close to saying screw it and going to buy new ones.” You both laughed and made your way out of the room. Dean absentmindedly fussed about the tangles he would be undoing and where he was going to have anchors to hang the lights from. It took less time than you both thought to get the lights straightened out and attach them to bookshelves, railings, any surface they could hang from. Dean looked at the finished product and smiled proudly.
“We did good,” you whispered as you lay your head on his shoulder.
“Yeah. Thank you, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss to the crown of your head. “Now, let's go clean up. I'll wash your back, if you'll wash mine?” He emphasised his meaning with a waggle of his eyebrows, then chased you down the hallway. You finally let him catch you as you skidded to a stop in the shower room. Hurried kisses and thrown clothes assured you that things would get much dirtier before either of you felt like getting cleaned up.
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