Just One Last Sacrifice - Chapter 1This story follows episode 9x13 - The Purge, when Sam admits to Dean that he wouldn't have saved him had their situations been reversed. With the tension between them coming to a head, the revelation sends Dean into a tailspin where the only road to redemption he sees, involves pursuing the trials he stopped his brother from finishing.Just One Last Sacrifice - Chapter 1 by Wayward-Renegade
Just One Last Sacrifice
Chapter One - To kill a hound of Hell
Sam sucked in a breath as he pulled his bedroom door open and took a glance out into the main room. The bunker was quiet and the table just as cluttered as it had been the night before. He let out a sigh as he mentally prepared himself for the hostility he would face following last nights moment of truth, when Dean asked if he'd have done the same to save him had the situation been reversed... and he said no. While the revelation had lifted a load off his chest, he knew his harsh yet true words would without a doubt haunt his older brother. They didn't see eye to eye anymore and while he was r
LaWS Chapter 05 - Dead and BreakfastDisclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of these guys.LaWS Chapter 05 - Dead and Breakfast by ZanaZira
Dean had just finished a solemn phone conversation with Bobby when Castiel appeared in the motel room the three of them were sharing. He looked extremely irritated as he shrugged his suit jacket back on and then his trenchcoat, and Dean couldn't help but snicker when he noticed the pulse oximeter still dangling off the tip of his right index finger. Apparently the nurses at Mercy Hospital worked pretty fast. That was good to know in case something would go wrong, but hopefully they wouldn't actually need to use that information. He opened his mouth to tease Castiel a little about his brief hospital visit, but thought better of it when he remembered that it was because of him and Sam in the first place. Better not piss off the nerdy angel.
"So, Dean," Castiel said when he'd plucked the small device off of his finger and placed it on the bedside table for the Winchesters to
MeridianDisclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of these guys.Meridian by ZanaZira
That was the first word that sprang into Dean's mind as he opened his eyes and glared at the bright sunlight creeping through the blinds in the bedroom he shared with Lisa. She appeared to still be asleep, curled up against him with her head on his shoulder and her long, dark hair fanning out across his chest. Her face was peaceful, smiling softly at whatever her current dreams were showing her, and Dean couldn't help but give an exhausted smile of his own He wasn't surprised she had finally stopped waking every single time he had a nightmare; there were simply too many of those in a night for a normal person to keep up with.
It was no secret to either of them that he hadn't gotten a full night's sleep in weeks, ever since Sam had taken a swan-dive down into Lucifer's cage, b
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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