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... )

When he’d lost Jess, Sam had believed he’d wanted to die.

When he’d lost Madison, he was sure he’d wanted to die: and he’d tried to ( 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... )

Dean sat beside Sam’s bed, one hand on his brother’s arm, the other resting on his forehead, occasionally smoothing his hair, or brow, or pressing lightly against his cheek. Looking back, Cas was amazed how quickly his training had taken over-and his brother’s. Michael and Cas had never worked together in the same Emergency Room, but they had ( Read more... )

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The inside of the Church was already packed, and everyone stood as Cas’s mother strode down the aisle on the arms of Lou and Michael. Cas didn’t dare glance to the back of the Church, but oddly enough, as he reached the front of the room, he felt a wash of calm and certainty. The Winchesters were here. He didn’t care how he knew, he just knew. Sam ( Read more... )

“Dude,” Dean stepped out of the bathroom in his dress-shirt, tie, jacket, and boxers. “Ralph isn’t going to be able to gank your trust, is he ( 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... )

The King of Cups is a strangely ambivalent figure. He represents someone who is calm on the surface, yet passionate and volatile underneath. He shows a situation that is not entirely what is appears to be at first glance ( Read more... )

Cas opened the door without checking, assuming it was Sam, who was scheduled to spend the weekend with them. He didn’t have time to register that it wasn’t before he was swept up in a hug and spun in a fast, hard circle, the cream colored walls, gray sofa, and dark green carpet blurring together, with flashes of black and red indicating the vintage ( Read more... )