( Spoilers for 710: At Death's Door )

“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”

( Spoilers through 614: Mannequin 3: The Reckoning )

[Set in canonish. wentdwnthatroad used with love to make up for the prompt of lame. (Dean’s opinion, not mine.)]Dad had told them to go occupy themselves ( Read more... )

Survivor. Unfortunately.

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The holidays were never easy, as far as the Winchesters were concerned, but Dean did the best he could to make them better for Sam-whether Sam wanted it or not.

“Sammy, get down.”

“Dean, I wanna see.” Sammy had the edge of his glove in his mouth, as he pushed up against the snow fort Dean had built just outside Pastor Jim’s. Some of the neighborhood kids had challenged him to the snowball fight and Dean, being seven and John Winchester’s son wasn’t about to back down from a challenge. Any challenge. ( Read more... )

Dean really wasn’t sure what the angels had in store for him this Christmas, and for that matter he didn’t really want to know, but for the time being, he knew at least one of them was probably going to wind up sitting down for a beer and pie with him and Sam at some point-least they could do after all.

Dean understood that this was war, and he was probably going to wind up losing a lot, but he never wanted it to hit this close to home for people who didn’t deserve it.

As time went on, Dean was getting less and less sure that he was going to make it out of this, but he had to keep hoping there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

You know what, screw growing old. I wanna die pretty.