It’s four days before they’re ready to go back into the Darkness and by that time there are more places covered in the same blankness.

Castiel has not answered their calls. Sam is…Dean doesn’t know what Sam is. Dean buys a Ford Explorer that he names The Full OJ and at a local mechanic’s place, mounts his lightbars on the roof ( Read more... )

          They are drinking coffee and Dean is eating breakfast. Sam looks like, well, like his worst nightmare came visiting the night before. Of course, Castiel never came. “You don’t have to go in,” Dean says for the fourth or maybe the sixth time. “Stay here and I’ll pick you up when I come back out.”

“Sure,” Sam says reasonably. “I’ ( Read more... )

           Dean is not surprised when Sam finds files on his laptop where he had been cataloguing the contents of the Men of Letter’s library and that, combined with their card index, allows him to find some books that might have a location spell. Even without his memory he’s still smart.
          It also keeps him busy, which Dean thinks is a ( Read more... )

            When Dean’s done all that he goes back.  They’ve got Sammy striped of his shirt and he’s still got streaks of blood on his chest.  They’ve got IVs and O2 sensor.  They’ve got him on a vent mask.  They’ve got his legs slightly higher than the rest of him and a woman in navy scrubs is hanging a blood bag next to a bag of Ringers.  Sam ( Read more... )

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            As soon as Dean tells Castiel that Sam is at the shelter, Cas touches his shoulder and there is that all too disturbing feeling and they are in back of the church.  Then Cas is gone.  Then back.  “He’s not here,” Castiel says ( Read more... )

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            Dean wakes up in the Impala.  He loves the Impala but not as a motel.  The problem is that in the disaster zone, most businesses are closed and any working hotels and motels are filled with disaster workers and relatives looking for the missing ( Read more... )

            The Impala ticks in the gravel parking lot of the church, engine cooling from the drive.  It’s late afternoon and long shadows fall across the grass from the trees ( Read more... )

           He’s with a bus full of other people who don’t know who they are. They are the fit, non-crazy people who don’t know who they are. A lot of the Anons are obviously homeless or troubled and those people have been taken somewhere else. But there’s a couple of busloads of people like him who are just…Anons. Anonymous. More men than women. ( Read more... )