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... )

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... )

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... )

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... )