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... )

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... )

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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... )

The King of Wands is pure fire energy.  Like the rest of the Kings, the ruler of the Wands suit will appear in two ways in your life: either as a person or as a part of yourself that must be awakened.

As a person, the King of Wands is the ultimate leader, who looks forward to challenges because he enjoys the rush of adrenalin that solving a ( Read more... )

Dean’s hurting.

His ribs-and he knows some are cracked-are throbbing. His lip-which is swollen-is throbbing. His eye-which he knows is half-black-is throbbing.

He’s lying alone in the apartment Bobby and Ellen co-signed on, and he’s feeling like hell, and he hates himself and he hates the world and he’s not leaving the house like this, Jay and the ( 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... )

Cas tied, and then retied, and then gave up and united, his tie. He yanked out another one, fiddled with it, decided he hated patterns, and tossed it aside. Dean appeared in the mirror behind him, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and the necklace he never removed.

“Dude, you didn't get this dressed up for me first time we hung out ( Read more... )

 

It was Cas’ turn to plan date-night.

Though he wasn’t allowed to call it date night. Dean was notoriously resistant to any “chick labels.” Living together, sharing a bed, and bills, and brothering to Sam-not gay at all. Having dinner out once a week? Cool. A movie now and then? Fine.

But referring to any of it in the language of a lifelong ( Read more... )