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... )

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... )

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... )

Sam liked to sit out on the front porch after group. It let him think in a small, peaceful space, and sitting out in the open air reminded him of the endless hours he and Dean had spent outside: watching the stars, the storms rolling in, the rain dripping off the roof. He could sit with Dean, for hours, and not have to say a thing. Just be close, ( Read more... )

A/N: So I’ve really, really tried to make this friendly to all comers: gen, Sam-girls, Cas-girls, slash girls, etc. But I also feel Dean and Cas deserve a bit of time as a couple, or my attempt to make this ‘verse realistic lacks something significant. I hope that those of you who have been such fabulous, loyal readers thus far, will trust me to ( Read more... )

“What did you do to my sign?” Dean bellowed. Cas winced.

“Would you keep it down?” he hissed.

“It’s ‘Sober as Shit Superbowl’, Cas. Everyone knows and expects it.”

“I don’t think we need that word up on our wall.”

“It’s the Superbowl! Not ‘Alex Trebek’s-lame-ass-trivia-bowl!’”

Cas crossed his arms and pouted. Dean huffed and stomped over to where Cas ( Read more... )