Genre: Humour, Meta
Characters: Sam and Dean
Word Count: 220
Disclaimer: Only in my dreams do I own them!
"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean. We're here to wish you all happy holidays."
"Say hello to the nice fanfiction writers, Dean."
"Dean; say hello!"
"Hello. Nice. Fan. Fiction. Writers ... there, satisfied?"
"Jus` don't see why I gotta wish happy holidays to a bunch of people who spend the whole year beating and humiliating me."
"I don't see the problem dude, you've paid good money for that sort of thing before."
"Yeah, well, you go ahead an' wish them happy holidays but tell them I don't wanna be in anyone's Christmas stocking, or under their friggin' tree and I don't wanna jump out of anyone's cake singing Jingle Bells, oh, an' FYI; I especially don't wanna do any of those things NAKED!"
"Dean, just be nice," *looks around shiftily* "I don't think it's wise to antagonise them."
"Because one of them's writing us right now ... and she's been at the Pinot Grigio."
*Dizzo takes a sip; grins an evil grin ...*
"We're wearin' red satin thongs with white fur trim and sparkly mistletoe motif."
"An' nothing else."
"HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!"