Sam and Mr Moose worst day everSam stood quietly next to Bobby, who held Sam's mossy green backpack.Sam and Mr Moose worst day ever by ~yuffb
It was a warm morning, so Sam did not need a coat or anything as they stood outside of Bobby's junk yard.
Sam was clenching Mr. Moose tightly to him as they waited for the small yellow school bus to round the corner and pick him up for school that day.
It was almost like any other school morning for Sam, when his father was out of town on a "job" as he would always put it.
It was when Dean and Sam stayed with Bobby – who was more like a real father to the boys – while their father was out of town.
The only difference this morning was that Dean was not going to school with Sam. Dean had gotten sick and would have to stay home from school, even though he would rather go to school to protect his little brother from all the bullies that liked to pick on Sam.
If not for Bobby putting his foot down to that notion, Dean might have been waiting with Sam for the bus, rather the under several blankets insi
Castiel's fist day of KindergartenCastiel's fist day of Kindergarten by ~yuffb
Castiel was really nervous as he walked down the hall, with his older brothers Michael and Balthazar on either side of him, holding his little hands as they walked him to his classroom.
It was his first day at Kripke’s K through 6 grade elementary school, and Castiel was growing more and more nervous with each step as he got closer to the room that he would be calling his classroom from that day forth.
Some of his older siblings had been trying to encourage him that there was nothing to worry about, he would be fine as long as he was himself and behaved well – and would make loads of new friends to play with.
On the other hand, others, like Balthazar, Gabriel, and Lucifer had told him scary stories about how the older kids would beat the younger ones up if they got in their way, or if they did something to anger the older kids.
Castiel was not sure if what his older brothers had told him were true or not – even after Michael had hit them upside the head for scaring Ca
25 Days of SPN X-Mas #6 - CandleDisclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of the characters.25 Days of SPN X-Mas #6 - Candle by ~ZanaZira
It had been a long time since Sam had slept soundly. In fact, he probably hadn't had a full night's sleep that wasn't drug- or coma-induced since he was a child, curled up in bed with his big brother there to protect him from the things that went bump in the night. Ever since the beginning of the trials, though, his sleeping habits had become even worse, and it was rare that he made it over two hours without waking from a nightmare, silently screaming and panting like he'd just run a marathon.
So when Sam awoke at just past two-thirty in the morning on December sixth, he wasn't at all surprised, or even that annoyed. These days, he'd at least had trouble remembering what his nightmares were about, and that yielded itself to a much faster return to sleep. He was about to close hi
Snow DaySet in Season 2 - Sam remembers a tradition.Snow Day by ~smalld1171
Tendrils of exhaust curl up from the rear of the Impala as it moves along an empty stretch of road; visual confirmation to the coolness of the air that surrounds it.
It's during this strange time, between dusk and the onset of nightfall, that the first flakes begin their descent from above to lightly dust and dampen the car's ebony skin.
Inside, Sam smirks as he tracks his brother's movements through his peripheral vision; disgust littering Dean's features as his neck cranes upward towards the window, as if that vantage point will somehow enable him a better view.
"Sam..." he huffs out.
"Yeah, I'm on it."
The younger man quickly boots up his never far from reach laptop and after a few fluid taps on the screen accesses the weather forecast, its display illuminating the darkened interior of the car.
Sam casts a sideways glance at his brother, the sudden flow of memories crashing into him like a tidal wave. His mind flashes back to another time
25 Days of SPN X-MAS #5 - Christmas TreeDisclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of these guys.25 Days of SPN X-MAS #5 - Christmas Tree by ~ZanaZira
"Jeez, Dean, could you have picked a bigger one?" Sam asked with a grin as he and his brother carried the enormous box containing their new store-bought tree up the driveway toward the bunker's front door.
"If I'd thought to bring a pickup instead of Baby, you bet," he said with an even bigger smile, grunting a little as they turned the corner and the box tried to flip over sideways. He had chosen to be the one who walked backwards up the path, and Sam hoped he didn't trip and end up under the box. "We've got friggin' vaulted ceilings now, Sammy. We can have as big a tree as we want."
Sam smiled, realizing the truth of that a little belatedly. They'd really never had anything resembling a real Christmas tree until the year before Dean went to Hell, and even that one was pretty sad.
Unexpected Happenings, a Supernatural FicletDean stared at Kevin’s dead body. He just couldn’t believe it.Unexpected Happenings, a Supernatural Ficlet by =Jennifer-L-Miller
Dean had been going with his instincts when he decided to keep Kevin the dark, but he thought he was protecting him. “I wasn’t,” he admitted to himself as he walked over to the body. “I’m sorry, man.”
Dean bowed his head and prayed to the angel he trusted most, Castiel.
Castiel appeared. “Dean,” he said. He then stared at Kevin’s body. “Did the angel do that?”
“Yes,” Dean said. “He took the tablets with him.”
Castile saw the small piece of paper with Kevin’s name on it. He recognized the handwriting immediately. “Metatron,” he said.
“What?” Dean said and then figured out what his angel friend was saying. “Metatron told this angel to kill Kevin? Why?”
Castiel looked up at Dean. “So we don’t have a prophet,” Castiel replied.
“But we do have the next best thing,
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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