SPN 10x23, A Mournful ReviewAnd now I’ve watched the SPN series finale, and now I can’t sleep.SPN 10x23, A Mournful Review by xrgrjhhb
Because, goddamnit! What happened to you Supernatural?
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve actually enjoyed the episode tremendously despite having several issues with it. It’s actually been a pattern with me for most of this season – I’d genuinely enjoy an episode, but still have issues with it. I have a theory as to why, but more on that later.
I’m overjoyed about the returning dominance of abandoned warehouses, abandoned gas stations, and abandoned buildings in general. I loved Dean frantically washing his hands in the motel, in a way that made think of the flesh melting off of his bones towards the end of the moment.
I liked Rowena right from the start, but I like her more now that I did at the beginning of the season. And that’s a credit to character development! We’ve seen her love, we’ve seen her hate, we’ve seen her be coy, we’ve seen her be wise
It's the Little ThingsDisclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of these guys.It's the Little Things by ZanaZira
A/N: This story was inspired by a childhood memory of mine, which I remembered last night during a thunderstorm so bad that the tornado sirens were going off and I had to hole up in the bathroom with my dogs until the all-clear came through. The power was out for a few hours, and it was lucky the computer had a backlight because everything else in my house was being lit by a few candles.
BBBBBRRROOOOOOOMMMM… KAAKRAAAACK! BRRROOOOMM…
Dean Winchester sighed as he looked peered between the slats of their motel room's ratty blinds, not particularly happy to see that the dark gray clouds that had been hanging overhead all day had finally decided to start roaring and dumping rain all over the place. The parking lot just outside their room, which earlier had
Fly Up to the Moon and Say HelloDisclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of these guys.Fly Up to the Moon and Say Hello by ZanaZira
WARNING: This is a death fic! If that's a trigger for you, please do not read.
A/N: I have no idea where this fic came from. Like, at all. I have always pictured the end of the series going something like this (only a lot more epic) and actually kind of hope it does, but I never honestly thought I'd be writing a fic like this. Anyway, I apologize in advance for any tears this may cause. I hope at least some small part of you enjoys this finale fic. :*)
(And yes, the title was inspired by the song from Charlie's funeral. *sob* Charliiiieee...!)
"You can go wherever you wanna go
Go wherever you wanna go
Fly up to the moon and say hello now
You can go wherever you wanna go…"
It was supposed to be a simple hunt – a quick salt and burn, nothing more tha
A Year Goes By -Destiel-It's half past three in the morning, and all I can hear is Sammy's slow breathing, the tick-tock of the bedside clock, and the steady thumping of my heart. It grows faster as all the memories of the day whirr about in my head, refusing to let me sleep. So instead I sit up, run a hand over my face and through my hair, let them rest under chin and gaze though the window, into the clear night outside. I quickly get lost in my thoughts.A Year Goes By -Destiel- by Ailish-Rose
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
It had started out so well, he was like.....a saviour. An answer to our questions, a solution to all our problems. But now, he's the fucking problem. The screwed-up all mighty, ready to smite and scold. How could he do this to us? To me?
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Renegade- SPN~Oh momma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the lawRenegade- SPN by SithGirl665
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh momma I can hear you a'crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very
The nightmare is over- but now real life is back, and I'm not sure which is worse. I know that a 30 minute regretted nap is time being wasted, fearing silently for the contract that was about to come due. I was going to die, I know that much. Sam knows it, and so does Bobby and everyone else in the whole goddamn hunter world.
But no one says anything. Bobby and Sam are here; they want to help me, emotionally, but they know better. I won't let them help, so they don't ask. Maybe they're right.
Then again, maybe not. My heart seems to be stuck in my throat, and my mind wants more than anything to squeeze everything in I love again and again until the clock ticks. I'm fragile. I don't look it, but I want to break down and c
[A] CollisionDean dropped a hand on Ben's thick dark hair to ruffle it mercilessly, much to the young man's chagrin. "You've got Wendigo on you. Hah, you smell like boiled leather and rotting Brussels sprouts," he chuckled. And now on him, toohe eyed his sticky palm with resigned disgust.[A] Collision by YWYH-s--Morelenmir
Ben snickered, knocking Dean's arm aside. He flipped the flare gun cockily around his finger. "I'd say it didn't know what hit him, but you just happened to step on a skull and alert it to our presence. And I got a Wendigo shower, all thanks to you, so," he shrugged, lips curved in a huff of amusement, "sharing the gunk seems like a fine idea."
"Shaddup, kid," Dean ordered lightly, keeping his gaze fixed on the moonlight shining through the cave mouth.
He didn't bristle as much he generally would, riding on the high of a successful hunt. "Twenty years old last month, old man. Let's not forget who had to rescue who."
Dean laughed outright, the cheerful sound reverberating through the cave. "That would be me,
Letting GoThey head out quickly towards the Impala, Sam barely managing to join his brother inside as the car roars to life within seconds. Sam's body jerks back in an almost violent reaction as Dean presses his foot to the floor, ignoring the strain of the engine and the spray of debris and gravel that spits out from under her wheels.Letting Go by smalld1171
The older brother jams a hand into the pocket of his jacket and retrieves his phone, punching in numbers with an almost uncontrollable haste.
Dean holds a vice grip on the phone against his ear while his free hand taps nervously against the wheel, his left leg joining in to bounce up and down as he impatiently waits for a sign of life from the other end. Darkened eyes scan the horizon and he swallows when dusk seems to rapidly descend upon the earth to give way to the full moon.
"Hello? Mr. Smith? Agent Young. I need you to listen to me very carefully alright? Just okay wait Just please
I'm SorrySupernatural Doctor Who Crossoverby smalld1171
A solitary figure stands at a distance, quietly observing the graveyard and the two angels which stand among the headstones ready to wage their battle. His head tilts up and he closes his eyes to feel the sun warm the surface of his skin. He breathes deeply; he already knows how this encounter will end. This place will soon set the stage for the ultimate showdown; will be the backdrop to both sacrifice and strength; to victory and loss; to hatred so intense and love that knows no bounds.
A sigh escapes his lips as he leans against the door of his ship for support.
It is not within his nature to stand as a spectator on the sidelines of history as it unfolds; his life a never ending adventure where circumstances real or contrived force him to always keep on the move.
He delves a hand into his expansive pocket; his fingers searching through the contents until they wrap around the object they seek. He eases the book out of the depths of his jacket and gaze
American Muscleby Wayward-Renegade
Dean Winchester vs Brian Kinney
"Because if it was a shapeshifter or a skinwalker, we would have found its skin by now." Dean was quick to reply as he pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the Impala. "Those damn things shed their skin every couple of hours."
"Well maybe this one likes the face its got." Sam suggested as he grabbed his case papers from the seat between them. "Or maybe we haven't come across its skin, because it just doesn't shed it." He continued as he shut the car door and followed his older brother up to the dinner, the job that had consumed the last two days still no closer to being solved.
"What kind of shapeshifter doesn't shed, Sam?" Dean asked, his low tone of voice underlining the frustration.
"A Rougarou." Sam replied, taking a quick glance around the packed diner as they made their way over to an empty booth. "Rougarous don't shed, they morph... Maybe we've just been hunting down the wrong kind of monster... Maybe it isn't a shi
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