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: I wrote fluff! O.O I'm actually terrified of Jurassic Park and can only watch clips when intoxicated. But the new trailer inspired this happy broment. Enjoy!

* * *

Movie night at the Morgan-Winchester household was always fraught with its own particular drama. Sammy liked "deep-thinkers" and documentaries; Cas liked foreign films and indie drama ( Read more... )

The drive felt longer than usual. Cas debated pulling over twice, the strange rise and fall of his gut pulling at him to stop, but he wanted home more than he wanted to vomit, so he pushed forward. The driveway was empty when he pulled in: Dean, of course, was at the garage. He felt all the more childish for wishing for him, and even worse when he ( Read more... )

Yes, I am still here, and still writing, when I can! I'm sort of a real freelance graphic designer, and sort of a struggling, grappling loser...we shall see which prevails! I wasn't sure if this was the next chapter I wanted to post, but then this happened ( 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... )

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... )

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... )

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... )

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... )

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... )