To say that he was having a bad day was about the understatement of the century ( Read more... )

So he had a soul mate....which was about the last thing he needed in his life. And a male one at that, some powers that be must be laughing their ass off ( Read more... )

He tried, he can at least say that.  They worked as fast as they could but the bastard stile got to rise...so much for proving to the angels he could do this, that he was worth giving a shot.  He figured they'd be at least kind of happy that Samhain was dead now...but at what cost ( Read more... )

Sam was asleep, Dean was sure of it.  He could tell from the snoring...and the fact that he might have mixed up with coffee with decaf.  Either way his brother wasn't going anywhere, which is why Dean felt he was safe to leave the room and walk it into the empty motel parking lot.  He didn't really know if this would work, in fact he was pretty ( Read more... )

Even on the sliding scale of the constant shit a hunter has to deal with, there are still days that can suck especially hard.  This had been one of those.  Between having to argue theology with Bobby and Sam and having to defend himself from his personal failures as a hunter...yeah, today could go screw.

In fact since he'd crawled out of that damn ( Read more... )