It was barely light out. Cas shivered and squinted miserably at the alarm clock. He was cold and tired and facing a double shift and he’d been dreaming of New York, of angry voices and unreasonable demands.

Cas felt Dean’s toes slip under his sweat pants and rub lightly at his foot. Dean pushed against his back, snaked an arm around him to rub ( Read more... )

A/N: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D  I'VE MISSED YOU!!!!! So I am running around like a nutbag most days since going back to school, but I finally found the time to finish this small bit of 'verse! I am planning and working, when I have a the chance, on two large follow-ups to the Morgan trip back East. In the meantime, I ( Read more... )

About this 'verse

When I saw Sam sneaking out behind a dumpster to drink demon blood, I said aloud "oh...he's an addict." And, dealing with a loved one with addiction, it completely seized me. I love the show as a whole, and I suppose I long for a family as loving and open as the one I've attempted to create below, trying to base it completely off ( Read more... )

A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for the great support as I've been posting this installment! I was nervous about it, because I felt I had so much ground to cover and some high expectations to meet...but you guys are the champions, and you've made the whole trip worthwhile!!! :D This little bit was all about pride: Dean, thinking he could ( Read more... )

Sam was working at untying his tie when his phone started blaring “Purple Haze,” the ringtone Andy had downloaded and assigned to himself, then proceeded to set off during group before raising his hand and accusing Sam of triggering him. He found this to be the funniest thing in the world until the fourth time, when Missouri was running the meeting ( Read more... )

This segment is dedicated to the incomparable mentholpixie, who, if you haven't read, stop what you're doing and go. I'll wait ( 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... )

A/N: Hi everyone! My schedule and life has been topsy turvey, but I'm still here and still pounding away on parts of this 'verse. Your comments are so wonderful, and I especially love reading what you would like to see! Despite my time jumps, I do have a few arcs in mind that I'm slowly getting to. 1) We will see the bottle-incident, and the ( Read more... )

“Cas!” Sam shrieked. There was no manly way to describe the sound of his voice, other than whining at-high-volume.

“Tattle-taling bitch,” Dean grumbled, stuffing a cookie in his mouth as he exited the kitchen, Sam hot on his heels.

“What’s wrong?” Cas sighed. Between the two of them, his name had been screamed more in the past two days than it ( Read more... )

Sam didn’t have his medication. He suggested skipping the valium so he could stay up and watch Dean, but Cas called Alan, got the proper doses, filled him in on Sam’s whereabouts, and hit the hospital pharmacy with a prescription. Sam glared when he returned with dinner, more Gatorade, and the pill bottle, but Cas pretended to ignore him and turned ( Read more... )