Donder!! Poor Donder kept coming last in all the twitter polls but its finally his turn! Big ‘ol scruffy spends his days driving Prancer insane by breaking all the lamps,ceiling fans and door jams in the house with his antlers.
Donder Fact!: He is a chain smoker but mysteriously all his cigarettes just smell like peppermint candy canes.
CANDY CANE GRAM! falalahahaha. I’ve really been missing doing costumes lately (new followers: scroll back in my feed to see all 31 DIY Halloween costumes I designed and modelled during the month of October!) So as my Holiday gift to all my wonderful followers I decided to dress up as another one of my lesser known alter egos. Her name is Candy Kane and she’s a distant, slightly spookier cousin of Wanda Woodward from Cry Baby (1990) and the Grinch’s Cindy Lou Who. You’re welcome. Merry Christmas, and to all a good •fright•! 💀👯🎅💃👠😘👻
Big thanks to @hideyourdemoneyes as well for listening to my whining about lots of things, constantly cheering me on and helping me incorporate the prompts into this fic. You’re the best!
A/N:It’s the fifth out of 12 Destiel pieces I’ll be publishing daily, from December 14th to 25th, as a Christmas Celebration. Every day is a separate story.
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“Is anybody there?” Dean wondered as he entered the animal shelter, the hot air from the inside making his fingertips burn as they thawed.
The weather was terrible that day, the blizzard outside making it almost impossible to see anything, but Dean was determined to get Sam, his little brother, a perfect present for Christmas. Sam had been asking their parents for a puppy since he was a toddler, to the point they were beyond annoyed with it. Still, they secretly agreed when Dean asked them and gave him permission to choose the puppy.
That’s how he found himself in an animal shelter, as he didn’t want to just buy a dog. He preferred to choose a puppy that nobody wanted. His goal was to give this puppy a present as well, the present being the sweetest owner it would ever see.
“Hello?” Dean repeated, taking off his jacket and hanging it near the door.