Sam was tired of Dean's shit. 100% fed up with the glances and the staring and the touches that went on for a bit longer than socially acceptable. Most of all, though, he was sick of the denial. He really wishes his brother would just nut up and do something about his Epic Romance. But no, his brother is a coward who isn't even trying to put up a ( Read more... )

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Then

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! RUN SAMMY!”

It was supposed to be a simple case.

“Sam!!!”

They thought it was a Wendigo.

“Dean! We have to get to the Impala!”

How were they supposed to know the witness they were interviewing was a demon?

“Go go go go GO!”

All he could hear was the howling. The sound still sent chills down his spine ( Read more... )

written for Rebakitt3n. Sorry it took me so long to write!)
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February 2

Dean was in television hell. The motel they were staying at only had one working channel. He didn’t even have to look at the calendar to know it was February because all The Hallmark Channel was playing was ( Read more... )