#crap fic

"Er, who?"

"That guy, in the tuxedo," Dean gestured to the TV screen shining brightly in candy colored animation. A man had just ripped off a Santa suit revealing a tuxedo and cape beneath. "Do you think he wears it with that cape?"

Cas thought for a moment, "He seems inclined towards formal attire. Are Santa suits formal attire?"

"No."

"Oh," Cas paused, "Then maybe, considering he finds it fitting to wear a Santa suit with a suit and cape."

Dean opened his mouth to argue, about how tuxedos were cool (who didn't think James Bond was cool?) and capes were cool, so clearly this animated man must be cool, but decided to politely cough instead. Cas had picked this movie, after all, Dean shouldn't have to defend a thing. He did even want to watch the thing!

This whole evening started because Dean had stipulated only holiday movies should be watched during the holidays after Cas had tried to rent Hairspray for the tenth time that month.

"Sailor Moon is not a holiday movie, it's not even a movie," Dean huffed, looking at the little blonde girl on the front cover.

"This one is a movie, the S movie, and it takes places during Christmas," Cas informed, pointing to the back cover.

A few hours later and here they were, Cas enjoying his crazy animated movie and Dean begrudgingly feeling the same.

"Hey, he attacked with a dreidel, that makes him kind of cool," Dean finally ventured.

The Nightmare King’s defeat spreaded like a breeze through the world of the spirits.

It was the subject of almost every conversation of the magical beings, from Leprechauns to more powerful creatures. It was the news of the millennium, the gossip that seemed to never end, the event of the year.

Pitch Black, the terrible Boogeyman, had risen from the ashes after centuries of imprisonment and humiliation. He had demonstrated an enviable strength, using his powerful black sand and nightmares to conquer the belief of children and destroy the Guardians.

And he almost succeeded.

Almost proved his strength, almost ceased to be a joke in everybody’s sight. Almost.

After his shameful defeat even the weakest of the spirits felt free to laugh in Pitch’s face. To laugh in the face of fear.

Wherever he went, Black always was seen as a fool, and it just increased the Nightmare King’s rage.

He was planning an attack that would make everyone be quiet, to have a taste of their own medicine, because the world could mock, but could not kill the fear.

"Wait, the Boogeyman?" - suddenly someone's voice caught Pitch’s attention.

Who could it be? He was in the middle of a desolate, frozen forest, who, in their right mind, would be there?

"The one who lost against the Guardians and got burried in a hole for almost two years?"

Upon hearing this, in that mocking tone, Pitch turned, smiling in a sarcastic and cruel manner.

"Oh, be my guest, Frost!"

No, he would not be the fool again.

"Wow, can’t you handle a little joke?" – Jack, the spirit of winter, exclaimed, raising both hands in the air.

"I do not have time for a spirit like you" - Pitch said, controlling himself to not roll his eyes.

"What do you mean by it?" - Jack asked, doing his best to not show his annoyance.

"Hah, you are Jack Frost, you make a mess wherever you go. You spend your time freezing pipes and spreading little antics to try to gain a bit of attention "- Pitch gesticulated, proud to have broken the other spirit’s smile -" At least children believed in me before, how about you?"

"Stop it!" - Frost exclaimed, narrowing his eyes  and threatening Pitch with his staff.

"Oh... Did  I hit a soft spot? " - Black said in a tone of false repentance -" What? Can you not handle a little truth?"

And then something cold hit the Boogeyman’s face.

A... Snowball?

Jack Frost had dared to hit the Nightmare King with a snowball?!

Oh no... He would not survive. Pitch would make that boy die! ...