Fic: Gingerbread
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iliaTitle: Gingerbread
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Winchesters
Date: December 12
Author’s Notes: For the 12th day of my Advent Calender I give you not!fluff. where's all the fluff gone?
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Dean is old enough to remember Christmases with a mother.
Sammy doesn’t, but he doesn’t hold it against him ‘cause he’s just a baby.
Mostly, Dean feels sad. He usually tries not to think about Mommy ‘cause his eyes burn, his throat feels like it’s shrinking and it seems like he’s gonna cry (but he’s not, really).
But Christmas is one of those times when he can’t not think of Mommy.
They decorated a tree every year and that was fun.
The presents were usually good too.
But the best part ever was what Mommy made. She called it her special Christmas present.
Gingerbread.
Warm, sweet and fresh. Loads and loads of it until he and Daddy got sick of it and had to wait a whole year for more.
The first Christmas after, Dad tried to make gingerbread and they both choked down the mess with fake, bright smiles.
Dean tries his hand at it, years later when Sammy cries about not having a tree or any toys, and while it's better it’s still not hers.
After that, the scent of it is a parody which mocks and taunts them with the futile desire for the real thing.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Winchesters
Date: December 12
Author’s Notes: For the 12th day of my Advent Calender I give you not!fluff. where's all the fluff gone?
--------
Dean is old enough to remember Christmases with a mother.
Sammy doesn’t, but he doesn’t hold it against him ‘cause he’s just a baby.
Mostly, Dean feels sad. He usually tries not to think about Mommy ‘cause his eyes burn, his throat feels like it’s shrinking and it seems like he’s gonna cry (but he’s not, really).
But Christmas is one of those times when he can’t not think of Mommy.
They decorated a tree every year and that was fun.
The presents were usually good too.
But the best part ever was what Mommy made. She called it her special Christmas present.
Gingerbread.
Warm, sweet and fresh. Loads and loads of it until he and Daddy got sick of it and had to wait a whole year for more.
The first Christmas after, Dad tried to make gingerbread and they both choked down the mess with fake, bright smiles.
Dean tries his hand at it, years later when Sammy cries about not having a tree or any toys, and while it's better it’s still not hers.
After that, the scent of it is a parody which mocks and taunts them with the futile desire for the real thing.
