[Set in where_youfindme. Dean is about eighteen, Sam is likely_evil, and John and Mary aren’t binding on any muse.]

Dean was making breakfast.

It was a lazy Saturday in the Winchester house, and Dean, who usually wasn’t up before Mary was getting ready to make lunch, was standing over the stove making pancakes. It was one of the few things he could cook, and while he ( Read more... )

[Not binding on any canon muses mentioned herein.]

i.

“SNOW!”

The newly three year-old Dean Winchester had barely been up five minutes before he looked out his window and saw the inches of white stuff covering the lawn in front of his house. It was everywhere, blanketing everything across the neighborhood, and Dean’s eyes went wide in amazement ( Read more... )