𝘕𝘰𝘶𝘯
'𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.'
Welcome to the One-Shot book/Side Book for my Supernatural story, 'The Journey Begins.'
Cover made by- @_strawberry-tea_
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"It was just there! It was like a little elf...thing." — "An 'Elf thing'? Are you feeling okay? Did I smack your head too hard the other day?"
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T'was the night before christmas, when all through the bunker. Not a creature was stirring, not even a monster. The stockings are hung at the end of each bed with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
"Damn it, Dean!"
The said Winchester looks at his wife, a cookie half stuffed into his mouth.
"What?"
Juliet rolls her eyes as she can, just about, hear her husband's words through the mouthful of the christmas cookie he is eating. "They've literally just come out the oven." She puts her hand on her hips as she eyes him. "And are meant for tomorrow."
Dean gives her a sheepish smile as he swallows the cookie.
"They're delicious, babe."
Juliet huffs, "Yeah, you said that about the first three you ate," She sighs as she remembers all the rest of the kids presents she has to wrap before the night is done, "Right, I'm gonna go and finish the kids wrapping, you wanna help?"
Juliet looks to Dean, but pauses as she see's the mild look of terror on his face.
"Dean, honey? You okay?"
He looks to her before pointing to his plate, his eyes wide. "Did you not see that?" He looks to his wife, the woman furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. "See what?" The huntress watches on as Dean lifts his plate up, he looks as if he's looking for something. Her brown eyes meet his green ones, she looks at him with blank eyes as he goes back to pointing at his plate, after setting it down. "It was just there! It was like a little elf...thing."
Juliet pulls a face as she nods her head, slowly. "An 'Elf thing'? Are you feelin' okay? Did I smack your head too hard the other day?"
Dean shakes his head as Sam and Harlow enter. The fifteen year old looks to her parents, a smile on her face. She's just come back from doing a grocery run with Sam. The smile slowly falls as she notices her father's confused expression, she turns to her mom.
"What's up with dad?"
Juliet looks to her daughter and shrugs her shoulders. The huntress jumps when Dean's loud voice leaves her ears ringing. "There! It's there!"
