Jim's heart racketed up when he heard what sounded like someone trying to kick in his door.

"Jim!" someone shouted. He was already halfway to the front of the rectory. "Pastor Jim!" He knew that voice--and it was never good when it yelled.

The Winchester boys stood on the stoop. Rather, Dean stood on the stoop, Sam in his arms, scrawny legs hanging ( Read more... )

Sam sobbed for so long Cas worried he might need to prescribe and shoot him full of a sedative. He left patches of damp all over Dean’s shirt. He slept only when the two older men had slumped down on either side of him, exhausted. And then it was more passing out than sleeping, fingers tangled in his elder brother’s shirt, mouth ajar from his ( Read more... )

Cas instantly recognized the woman in front of him: it was Kali, or Kalista Patel, the woman from the champagne brunch. She was just as striking as Cas remembered, with her dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. She wore a tight black dress that bared her knees and shoulders, a stunningly large black hat, sharp and high black heels, and brilliant ( Read more... )

I've been wanting to do something with Lou and this  NY Magazine cover of Dick Fuld, CEO of Lehman Brothers, that collapsed at the start of the American recession.

Story Link: Road From Perdition

Awhile back I was reading a magazine on a plane featuring this New York CEO who says he only sleeps every other day. He’s nearly tripled his investments ( Read more... )

A/N: Anna and Belshazzar aren't technically in this scene, but I was dying to try dressing them in scrubs.

Dean barks “what part of ‘give us room’ are you not getting?” and seconds later, Sam is surrounded by big brother, can bury his face in Dean’s shoulder and clutch his shirt and feel the warmth and safety of the person who’d protected him all ( Read more... )

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Cas wasn’t sure what to do. So he busied himself unpacking the magazines Dean had bought, the rock mix tapes he’d recorded himself, the junk food, and books. He unpacked the sweats and jeans and shirts, toothpaste and toothbrushes and shaving cream, although Alan had told them they were forbidden razors. He lined up the framed photos of the three ( Read more... )

"What happened, Sammy?" he murmured ( Read more... )

“So Sam,” Andy said, smiling in the rearview mirror, “any plan of attack? It’s going to be a little mad in there.”

“I got a nice picture of Dean and Cas, but I need a frame,” Sam said.

“You got them to pose?”
“Nope. Ellen did.” And it was nice: Ellen had nailed them at Thanksgiving, claiming Bobby was in the shot-technically he was, or, at least, his ( Read more... )

Hi all!

I'm very, very lucky to have a great reader create some friendart, and FRIENDFIC, of my 3Kings 'verse!!!! x_luciole created this fantastic, AU story from Sam's time on the street--and completely knocked me sideways...I'm so, so, so deeply touched that ANYONE is reading, let alone KNOWS this 'verse to the point that they'd create their own version ( Read more... )