What the - what the friggin' hell? Was that a yeti? Maybe? Dean wasn't sure.
It was the first thing he saw, though, when he came into consciousness, the second being his surroundings as his vision sharpened back into focus.
If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn he was in Santa's Workshop. No, between the Christmassy decor, the elves scampering around (actual friggin' elves), and the smell of gingerbread and fruitcake, Dean was absolutely sure he was in some iteration of Santa's Workshop.
"You psychopathic piece of shit, what the hell did you bring me here for?"
Dean thrashed against his zip-ties, eyes wide with terror as he looked around for the Big Man himself. Any minute now Mr. and Mrs. Claus would emerge from the tinselly shadows to start carving him for Christmas dinner. Where was a cedar stake when you needed one?
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It was the first thing he saw, though, when he came into consciousness, the second being his surroundings as his vision sharpened back into focus.
If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn he was in Santa's Workshop. No, between the Christmassy decor, the elves scampering around (actual friggin' elves), and the smell of gingerbread and fruitcake, Dean was absolutely sure he was in some iteration of Santa's Workshop.
"You psychopathic piece of shit, what the hell did you bring me here for?"
Dean thrashed against his zip-ties, eyes wide with terror as he looked around for the Big Man himself. Any minute now Mr. and Mrs. Claus would emerge from the tinselly shadows to start carving him for Christmas dinner. Where was a cedar stake when you needed one?