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Just posting this now with the AO3 link for my new story, as I hadn't added it to the Masterpost until today.


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Back to Part 4Michael paced in his room, waiting for Sam to return. He wondered how the discussion with Dean was going. Sam had looked so upset. God, why did that have to happen? Why couldn't Dean have arrived half an hour later? Now it was like the passionate, loving moment had been made cheap by Dean's snide comments. It wasn't fair that Dean ( Read more... )

Back to Part 2Dean woke up feeling that his mouth had turned into a desert, complete with small rodents nesting in the sand. His tongue rasped against his dry lips, leaving them feeling unpleasantly tacky. Running his hand over his face, he felt hair tickling it. He squinted his eyes open and saw a yellow cloud massed in front of his face. After a ( Read more... )

Back to Part 1Sam saw the impact of his statement cross Dean's face. First there was the surprise, the shock, of Sam's deduction. It was quickly replaced by resignation. Probably seventy-five to eighty percent of hunters ended up on that path because of personal loss. Look at their own dad ― ex-Marine, mechanic, family man, until the death of his ( Read more... )

Back to MasterpostThe Winchesters were relaxing after their last hunt. "Relaxing" to them meant staying in a motel that had actual working air conditioning, and was next to a decent diner and bar. Dean slept for twelve hours the first night, his body needing the rest after a forty-eight hour stakeout that had culminated in a pitched battle with a ( Read more... )

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