Dean Winchester knew absolutely nothing about ballet. It just wasn’t part of his skill set. He would never be able to tell you the difference between the various positions or turns and to be perfectly frank he really didn’t care. However, that really didn’t stop him from being the best damn dance dad ever (in his own personal opinion), just ( Read more... )

Dean glanced back into the living room where his teenage son was sitting in front of the TV, before turning back to Lisa, visibly cringing at the thought. He didn’t want to do what she was asking him to do. He really didn’t. He was never really sure how he was going to handle this if he ever had kids of his own-giving it to Sam was one thing, ( Read more... )

There was a scream from somewhere in the house.

It was six in the morning, and Dean was never ever up that early, but Samantha was. High school had this thing about starting at the crack ass of dawn, and while Winchesters, with the exception of the freak of nature that was Sam and Alec who had a sleep schedule all his own, were not morning people ( Read more... )

The fight had happened four days ago now, and it was Monday. Ben was due to be at work, but the last place he wanted to be was with his father. He figured that his leaving home was in effect his big I quit anyway. Sarah, however, had to go off with the girls shopping at the mall for clothes for school. She dragged Ben along, but once the girls ( Read more... )

Two months in at the mission had done Samael good. He had started to come to terms with what he had done in Hell... the deaths, the torture, and the relationships there. When they had let him back into the computer labs, he had discretely researching the myths with Lilith and the original Samael.

The Seducer. The Destroyer. Lilith had made ( Read more... )

Lisa was laying in bed, curled around her body pillow as she took a nap. The kids were at school, and Dean was at work. She had the whole house to herself, but all she wanted to do at the moment was sleep ( Read more... )