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 this chapter is dedicated to phx69, who mentioned she hadn't seen any Bobby/Sam love in this 'verse, and immediately inspired me to write some. :)

Bobby thinks he’d sell his soul to get Sam Winchester to stop crying.

He hadn’t spent too much time with the boys when they were young, but the memories he did have he knew didn’t involve all this fussing. ( Read more... )

Two days after he’s woken up, Sammy still cries.

Whether it’s pain, confusion, or the drugs, no one can tell him. So Dean sits, wiping his brother’s cheeks and temples, smiling reassuringly, and sings soft versions of every song he can think of. Sometimes Sam stares at him, focusing, but more often than not his gaze wanders, or he stares at the ( Read more... )

Jim had just finished packing the last of his things when he heard a truck pulling up front. Seconds later, his front door burst open, and a red-faced, swaying John Winchester blinked at him.

“John?” Jim asked.

“You,” John growled, and sprung forward, fist outstretched.

“Calm down!” Jim barked, grabbing his unsteady fist and swinging. “You ( Read more... )

"I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more." -- The Hours

“Winchester! Your brother’s here!” Jay hollered across the garage.

“Send him by!” Dean ( Read more... )

A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -
Another - on the Roof -
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -
And made the Gables laugh -

A few went out to help the Brook-
That went to help the Sea -
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls -
What Necklace could be -

Emily Dickinson

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Summers were better for John: he was livelier, happier, stuck to light summer ( 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... )

They weren’t ten minutes in to their next visit with Sam when Ellen and Bobby appeared: Ellen, carrying a huge vase of flowers; Bobby carrying a stack of Newsweek, Time, and The Economist: Ellen, grinning; Bobby, uneasy and vaguely annoyed.

“Hi sweetie,” Ellen greets Sam, as if he were walking through her front door for dinner and not lying in bed, ( 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... )