Well... someone had to write it. Figured it might as well be me.

Coda to episode 6.05, with a little bit of insanity, a little bit of gore and a lot of mature themes. But hey! you know me... I'm all about the darkest corners of fandom ;)

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Finally! Posting Little Bastards, as promised, sooner rather than later. This little story started out as being nothing more than a quick and ‘short’ escape valve, something to unclog the writing valves that were being overstuffed with too many unfinished and due stories. The fact that it ended up turning in to a 8000 words monster is solely and ( Read more... )

Because I know some of you like to read it when its finished, and even though each chapter is linked internally, this should make things easier ;o)

BEAN STALKER



CHAPTER 1                          CHAPTER 2                          CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4                           CHAPTER 5                          CHAPTER 6

EPILOGUE

Cut against the bright light, I couldn’t see much more than the dark silhouettes of two really tall guys. The image looked like something straight out of some old western movie, so much so that for a second I was actually disappointed not to hear the jingle of spurs as they moved to take a seat at one of the empty tables.

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… well it did look too much like we were in a movie, where the hero takes the damsel in distress home after saving her from the evil monster and they live happily after ever… or at least have wild, crazy sex. Depends on how old the movie is. And it’s rating.


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I like playing with Humans. Taste their fears, taste their tears, feel all those sweet emotions building up and wasting away.  
This time, however, it was as much as play as it was plan.

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And then, of course, there’s Dean Winchester. My Moby Dick. My windmill on the hill. The reason for my search for sympathy.

You see, Dean Winchester has become sort of a sore topic around the Reaper’s water cooler.

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It was mesmerizing to watch, the way his mouth said one thing and his expressive eyes said the exact opposite words. Words like ‘stay’ and ‘hold me’ and ‘I’m scared’, normal words, expected words that I somehow knew he would never say, not because he was too proud to say them, but because he wasn’t used to them.

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