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blue_icy_roseTitle: Have Yourself A Scary Little Christmas
Rating: PG
Series: A Second Time Around - Interlude
Summary: Dean is just not in the mood for Christmas songs.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke. Nor do I own the song Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.
Note: Written for the Buffy/Dean Holiday Challenge atbuffyxdean. Prompt: evil! Santa. Oh, and also written for Lyndz's Mini-Christmas challenge at Route 66 - use a well-known Christmas song and either rewrite the lyrics or fit the original ones in there somehow.
Previous Parts
Dean was going to shoot someone. To hell with that rule of keeping weapons hidden in public. The next person he heard singing some cheesy ass Christmas song was going to get it. He shook his head. Like this season was reason enough to be happy all of a sudden. Right, not with Sam turned into a five year old.
Who knew the beginning of December was one of the few times of the year when magic went crazy and had higher levels?
He sighed as he opened the front door and then froze when he heard someone humming what was definitely a Christmas song.
Eyes narrowed, he went into the other room and stopped, blinking at the sight of Buffy surrounded by boxes of various shapes and sizes as she worked to wrap each one. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, she began to sing.
“Have yourself a scary little Christmas.
Be sure to turn on the light
Because the demons are going to put up a fight.”
Grinning, Dean crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb as she grabbed another box.
“Have yourself a scary little Christmas.
Evil Santa is on his way
Because the demons are too busy today.”
She pushed her hair away from her face and reached for the tape, cutting a few pieces to hold the paper in place.
“Grab your weapons, keep them close,
Close to your side.
Shiny weapons that are pretty sharp
Help us save the world once more.”
Buffy turned the box over, folding the ends of the wrapping paper into a triangle.
“Every year demon hordes will gather
And if the Powers aren’t asses,
We’ll kill the demon masses somehow.
So have yourself a scary little Christmas now.”
As her voice trailed off, Dean straightened and began to clap, grinning when Buffy dropped the scissors and looked up, eyes widening at the sight of him.
“Dean!” She bit her lip. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Shouldn’t you be able to tell me that, oh mighty Slayer?”
“I’ve got spools of ribbon and I’m not afraid to throw them.” As if to prove her point, blue ribbon came flying towards him. Laughing, he stepped to the side. “Talk, Winchester.”
“Heard every single verse,” he said. “I came in while you were humming.” He began to step over the wrapped gifts so he could sit next to her.
She closed her eyes, cheeks turning slightly pink. “Oh God.”
“I liked it. Best Christmas song I’ve heard all day. Just don’t let Sam hear the part about evil Santa, okay? I really don’t want to have to explain that one.”
Buffy opened one eye and then the other, smiling. “Deal. So, you really liked it, huh?”
“That was my kind of Christmas song. Way better than that crap they play at the stores.” He smirked. “But I’ve got an even better one in mind.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask. What?”
Dean rubbed his hands together, grinning, and then to the tune of Frosty the Snowman began to sing, “Dean Winchester was a very handsome man...”
Laughing, Buffy threw another spool of ribbon at him.
Have yourself a scary little Christmas
Be sure to turn on the light
Because the demons are going to put up a fight
Have yourself a scary little Christmas
Evil Santa is on his way
Because the demons are too busy today
Grab your weapons, keep them close
Close to your side
Shiny weapons that are pretty sharp
Help us save the world once more.
Every year demon hordes will gather
And if the Powers aren’t asses
We’ll kill the demon masses somehow
So have yourself a scary little Christmas now.
And yes, now I've decided to try and write the lyrics to the song Dean starts at the end there. *grins*
Rating: PG
Series: A Second Time Around - Interlude
Summary: Dean is just not in the mood for Christmas songs.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke. Nor do I own the song Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.
Note: Written for the Buffy/Dean Holiday Challenge at
buffyxdean. Prompt: evil! Santa. Oh, and also written for Lyndz's Mini-Christmas challenge at Route 66 - use a well-known Christmas song and either rewrite the lyrics or fit the original ones in there somehow.Previous Parts
Dean was going to shoot someone. To hell with that rule of keeping weapons hidden in public. The next person he heard singing some cheesy ass Christmas song was going to get it. He shook his head. Like this season was reason enough to be happy all of a sudden. Right, not with Sam turned into a five year old.
Who knew the beginning of December was one of the few times of the year when magic went crazy and had higher levels?
He sighed as he opened the front door and then froze when he heard someone humming what was definitely a Christmas song.
Eyes narrowed, he went into the other room and stopped, blinking at the sight of Buffy surrounded by boxes of various shapes and sizes as she worked to wrap each one. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, she began to sing.
“Have yourself a scary little Christmas.
Be sure to turn on the light
Because the demons are going to put up a fight.”
Grinning, Dean crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb as she grabbed another box.
“Have yourself a scary little Christmas.
Evil Santa is on his way
Because the demons are too busy today.”
She pushed her hair away from her face and reached for the tape, cutting a few pieces to hold the paper in place.
“Grab your weapons, keep them close,
Close to your side.
Shiny weapons that are pretty sharp
Help us save the world once more.”
Buffy turned the box over, folding the ends of the wrapping paper into a triangle.
“Every year demon hordes will gather
And if the Powers aren’t asses,
We’ll kill the demon masses somehow.
So have yourself a scary little Christmas now.”
As her voice trailed off, Dean straightened and began to clap, grinning when Buffy dropped the scissors and looked up, eyes widening at the sight of him.
“Dean!” She bit her lip. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Shouldn’t you be able to tell me that, oh mighty Slayer?”
“I’ve got spools of ribbon and I’m not afraid to throw them.” As if to prove her point, blue ribbon came flying towards him. Laughing, he stepped to the side. “Talk, Winchester.”
“Heard every single verse,” he said. “I came in while you were humming.” He began to step over the wrapped gifts so he could sit next to her.
She closed her eyes, cheeks turning slightly pink. “Oh God.”
“I liked it. Best Christmas song I’ve heard all day. Just don’t let Sam hear the part about evil Santa, okay? I really don’t want to have to explain that one.”
Buffy opened one eye and then the other, smiling. “Deal. So, you really liked it, huh?”
“That was my kind of Christmas song. Way better than that crap they play at the stores.” He smirked. “But I’ve got an even better one in mind.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask. What?”
Dean rubbed his hands together, grinning, and then to the tune of Frosty the Snowman began to sing, “Dean Winchester was a very handsome man...”
Laughing, Buffy threw another spool of ribbon at him.
Have yourself a scary little Christmas
Be sure to turn on the light
Because the demons are going to put up a fight
Have yourself a scary little Christmas
Evil Santa is on his way
Because the demons are too busy today
Grab your weapons, keep them close
Close to your side
Shiny weapons that are pretty sharp
Help us save the world once more.
Every year demon hordes will gather
And if the Powers aren’t asses
We’ll kill the demon masses somehow
So have yourself a scary little Christmas now.
And yes, now I've decided to try and write the lyrics to the song Dean starts at the end there. *grins*
