So, C at work bought me Bobby's Journal for Yule. I've been reading it at home, and Mom came through and was curious what I was reading ( Read more... )

( She was many things in their lives. )

Dean knows how to tease Sam, to get him riled up and anxious as a buck during the rut, only to make him simmer and get all twisted up inside. He knows just how desperate Sam can get, and that can only mean one thing. He does this intentionally.

Sam loves the Impala. She’s a great girl, even though she’s older than both of them. And that age means ( Read more... )

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He’d apologized, to Castiel, to Dean, to Bobby… begged again and again for forgiveness for the things his body had done while he wasn’t fully at home. And the reactions had ranged, from Bobby still being wary of him, stand-offish in a way he never had been before, not even ( Read more... )

I’ve been at this diner for a long, long time now. My momma used to work here; I remember sitting in the booths after school, doin homework while she waited on the customers. Done raised my own brood, and I’m still here, wiping down tables and jotting orders. Been at it long enough that I have a pretty good sense of the types that come in.

See, we ( Read more... )

Dean’s sprawled out across the hood of the Impala, arms splayed wide as his face is pressed against the glossy black paint. He’s shed his shirt at some point, shoulders wide under tanned and freckled skin, and as Sam sits up, wincing at the complaint of his back at laying on the back seat for more than ten minutes, he can see the edges of a towel ( Read more... )

“Hang on Sammy, I see lights up ahead. Told you we weren’t that far from civilization.” Sam doesn’t bother answering, just whimpers as the tires stray too close to the rumble strips, just curls around the rags pressed against his side. “Sam? Talk to me man.” Dean’s voice leaves no room for argument, and Sam snarls a little, glaring across the seats ( Read more... )

Okay, so Mom totally didn't believe that I'm obsessed with Supernatural. Nevermind the "Carry On My Wayward Son" ringtone, or Supernatural backgrounds, wallpapers and screensavers. I mean, I've got Sam and Dean groping on the loading screen of my Nuvi.

Yeah, I know I'm obsessed.

She realized it when she saw what I did for Halloween. Last year, I ( Read more... )

“Singer Salvage.” Dean waits a pause, hearing breathing on the other end of the line, but quiet otherwise. “’ello?”

There’s a small, weary sigh, and then his godson’s voice trickles across the phone. “Hi Unca Dean.”

Dean freezes, catches Sam’s hazel gaze with his own as he responds. “Hey Tank. What’s up little man?” Kiara was due to bring the ( Read more... )

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