Screw it. I'll mark each one locked, open, muse, verse, etc. Easier on you guys. Letters do not have to be responded to, this is just to get the muses talking again.

( The Letter - Day Four - Your Sibling )

Michael: [He has just dropped Lizzie off for a night away. figured he'd be quicker with the first separation than Bela, but he was actually gone for quite awhile. eventually he's walking through their apartment door] Bela? I'm back.

Bela: [looks over] Took you long enough.

Michael: [straight faced] She was crying.

Bela: [looks over and smiles ( Read more... )

(One friggin' sentence was a struggle.)

In the weeks after he'd been shot, Michael watched the clock in the hours he should have been sleeping and debated if he really could ever sacrifice his life for his family's lives when that meant actually living a day without them.

It wasn't immediate, but after a bit Michael's breathing deepened and his hand flinched in the fingers around his. He didn't know where he was at first, but everything hurt ( Read more... )

Being shot always hurt, but then came the fuzziness and sleep.

(Co-written with enjoythe_ride. Sam is freelncesuphero, Sara-Rose is gramslilpicasso, James is anyminute_now, Lizzie is dads_lilhacker, Cole is momslittlethief, and Haley is hel_hathnofury.Sam wavered on his feet, his hand brushing over his face as he exhaled. His phone was in his hand, but he was scared to make the call he had to make. Blood stained his clothes and hands. An ambulance was driving away, sirens blaring. He opened his phone ( Read more... )

It scared him when Lizzie told him what she wanted to do with her life, because he didn't want his past to get in the way of her future.

Michael had never been one to be that great at entertaining, and it was just that much more awkward when they were supposed to be entertaining the Winchesters and pretending that the families were all great friends.

It was just a fact really, there was no way a Winchester could ever be good enough for his baby girl.

all you got to do is know how to love her//you've got to//hold her//squeeze her//never leave her....got to try a little tendernessMichael leaned over the crib and gently scooped Lizzie into his arms again. He sighed and brought the crying child to his chest, slowly starting to rub her back. "Come on, Lizzie ( Read more... )