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Right Here Waiting -Destiel-
As if the week had not be stressful enough, Dean had found himself thrust into the future against his will, and so far he had not liked what he had seen, not just because his future self was a complete dick, and Sam was no where to be seen. It was the extremely drastic change in Castiel that had startled him the most, the way that future Dean acted with the ex-angel. They were cold to each other, not to mention the fact that Castiel was essentially on a constant high.
Back in his own time, back in 2009, he and Castiel were friends; hell they were almost more than friends as his damned heart and mind kept reminding him. The thoughts that he had about the angel back in his own time; it took all his strength to hide the thoughts from Castiel. Though once or twice he had knew almost instantly he had failed, occasionally catching a blush on his cheeks and only smiled when Castiel would sheepishly turn away from him. Castiel was by far one of his best friends, and Dean had been doing his bes
End of Innocence -Ch5-Sam had nightmares, he always did, but never when Dean was in the same bed as him. At the moment, however, Dean was out, and Sam was having nightmares. He woke up frightened and wide-eyed looking around the room. He ran a hand over his face and let out a shaky sigh. Sam had not had any of the nightmares since he and Dean had started sharing a bed and he always felt safe and secure but now Now he wasn't sure that he would be able to sleep alone At least that was until he saw Castiel.
Lucifer had held true to his word, and Sam was allowed to go outside. The sun felt warm on Sam's face, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he glanced around the seemingly normal neighborhood. There were humans in the town and Sam was having a surprising time of picking them out from the demons, a feat that startled him slightly, whereas walking beside Lucifer did not. To passers by they would just look like two men walking down the street on a bright sunny day. The dog that was walking in
Fic: Great Affection -Sassy-Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters.
Warnings: Slash, Sam/Cas - Sassy, Dean finds out.
Dean entered the motel room he shared with Sam and his eyes immediately went wide. There on the motel's bed sat his half naked baby brother and an angel of the lord. Their lips had been locked just moments before. Sam now looked like a deer caught in headlights and any other time Dean would have found it amusing, he definitely wasn't laughing now however.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded motioning his hands in-between the pair on the bed. "I uhh... Cas... umm..." Sam's heart was beating rapidly in his chest and he couldn't seem to form a sentence. Castiel looked over at him with a confused expression, "Sam and I were kissing and I was rather quite enjoying it. Hell did not have anything to do with it." Castiel deadpanned. "It's an expression and I saw that!" "Then I do not understand why you asked." Sam's eyes went even wider as
Pain in His Heart -Wincest-It had been the worst vision that Dean had ever witnessed his brother having. The look of absolute pain on Sam's face had made him shudder, it must have been a bad one too cause that much pain to his younger brother. Dean could only watch as Sam curled up on himself, his body tense, until the trembling stopped, and Sam's body relaxed. In a mild moment of panic, Dean was by Sam's side, checking his younger brother for a pulse. He let out a sigh of relief, the pulse was there, Sam's heart was beating, but the younger Winchester appeared to be unconscious.
"Damn it Sam," Dean muttered as he shook his head. They were suppose to be checking out of the room in an hour, but with Sam passed out on the bed, there was no chance of that happening. He made sure that Sam could not possibly fall off of the bed before he went to go rebook the room for the next week.
Ten minutes later, Dean was back in the room, fuming with annoyance and anger. The guy behind the counter had been extremely suspicious
I'll Never Leave"You bastard." Sam muttered to himself, taking another long gulp of the bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand. "You stupid, lying bastard."
Finishing off the beer, Sam stared down at it. He didn't know how long he'd been standing out there. He'd lost count of how many beers he'd had before he even finished the first one. Several times, he'd briefly wondered if Dean had noticed his absence. But then he remembered that he didn't particularly care.
It took him several moments to realize that his hands were shaking. It took him several more to realize that it wasn't just his hands. His whole body was shaking with the effort to keep from breaking down. But then again, he already had. He just wouldn't admit it.
How far do you have to have sunk for you to be unable to admit things even to yourself?
He only half-noticed when he picked up his mantra of "you bastard" again. He didn't really care. He just wanted it to stop. The pain, the guilt, the undeniable hole within his being that a certain an
ReturnSam leaned against the Impala, sipping absentmindedly at his beer as he stared sadly at the horizon. Dean lay asleep back in the motel room, snoring loudly and blissfully unaware of his brother's absence. Sam hoped that he wouldn't wake up any time soon. He wanted to be alone.
Gabriel was dead. His angel, gone forever. There was no hope of him ever coming back.
Castiel came back, his mind offered weakly.
But he knew that had been a million-to-one chance. God had said that he was no longer going to interfere. Gabriel was gone, and he was never coming back.
Just when he'd wrapped his head around that, when he finally decided that he was just going to have to deal with Gabriel no longer existing, he heard rustling in the back seat of the Impala. He paused in taking another drink of beer, frowning as he turned to the car.
The back door opened and someone stumbled out, landing hard on the ground with a thud and a pained grunt. Sam stared down at the man, unsure of what to do.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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