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Happy New Years Eve Everyone! I'm at my brother's ex-wife's house and we have 7 kids here (there were supposed to be 9 so I guess we're lucky? but my nephew is already showing his ass. fun times.) and I have like four more NYE drabbles to post, but here are two for now.

300 words for wendy, Sam/Dean, fireworks. (the Sam/Dean is only kinda implied, it's more gen, hope you don't mind)

Sam didn't really want to think about the fact that they were running out of time, that this might be the last New Years Eve he spent with Dean. New year, new beginning, right? Better days to come and all that shit?

He turned his thoughts to the present instead. The small-town festival they were crashing was full of families and laughter and bright lights, and the weather was mild and clear. It was a nice night. He glanced over to where Dean was sweet-talking the young girl selling hot chocolate. Sam knew he'd come back with two cups and never have to take out his wallet. Sure enough, when Dean reached the corner of the parking lot where Sam was leaning against the Impala, he handed him a cup with a smug grin.

"I think your New Years resolution should be to stop getting numbers from girls you know you're never going to see again," Sam said, frowning at the name and number scribbled on the back of Dean's hand.

"What's wrong, Sammy boy? Jealous?"

Sam glared at him, but before he could answer, the crowd around him started chanting descending numbers, voices growing louder as they got lower. Sam and Dean both joined in the count and watched while the sky burst into a display of bright colors and loud booms as the new year rolled in.

"New Years resolutions are pointless," Dean said, not looking away from the fireworks. "If you wanna make a change in your life, you do it. You don't wait until December 31st and write it down. That's bullshit."

"Yeah," Sam said quietly. "Bullshit." He hadn't written it down, but his New Years resolution was to find a way to get Dean out of his deal, and he was determined to keep it.

And some Frank/Bob for irisgirl12000

Frank grins when he sees Bob talking to Dave Grohl because that's just fucking perfect. He's been carrying a sprig of mistletoe around in his pocket all night waiting for the chance to use it, only he couldn't figure out a way to do it because he's a little on the short side. He knows this, and he normally doesn't have a problem with it, but tonight it's been a problem. Not anymore though.

He slips through the crowd and takes a few running steps before leaping up onto Bob's back, knocking him off balance. It's totally Bob's fault that they almost crash into like six people before they manage to find some balance; if Bob hadn't had that last beer maybe he'd be a bit more steady on his feet. Plus, there's the fact that he's been missing from Frank's daily life for months now -- and yeah, Frank knows it's not by choice but it still means that Bob's out of practice being Frank's stepladder. So, totally Bob's fault.

Still, he's Frank's favorite Bob so he leans around to lick the side his cheek, laughing at the long-suffering sigh that's Bob's response.

"Hi." Frank says to Dave, bestowing a patented Iero smile on him.

"Um, hi?"

"I have mistletoe," Frank says proudly, pulling it from his pocket and holding it up.

"Uh, okay. I'm happy for you?" Dave looks amused by Frank and concerned for Bob. "I have... um, I have to... go somewhere else. I'll catch you later, Bryar." He leans in and kisses Bob on the cheek that Frank didn't lick, and Frank realizes that maybe holding the mistletoe over Bob's head isn't the best idea. He wanted kisses, not to enable Bob getting all the kisses. He scowls a little, but he's good at making the best out of any situation, leaning a bit to the side as he tries to maneuver so he can kiss Bob. He can feel Bob's fingers digging in to the back of his thighs as he tries to keep Frank balanced on his back, and it totally would've worked if the girl behind them hadn't shifted and bumped Bob. Next thing Frank knows, the floor isn't as far as it should have been and getting closer as they fall in a heap to the floor. Luckily, Bob hasn't lost his touch for falling with Frank (yeah, it's happened once or twice or seven times), so Frank lands mostly on him instead of the floor.

"Fucking hell, Frank."

Frank grins at Bob, his "you love me and will forgive me anything" grin, and holds up the mistletoe. He doesn't know if Bob rolls his eyes because Frank managed to hold on the bit of plant or because Frank was a dork, but that's okay, because when Frank kisses him, he kisses back.