The drive to Milwaukee is a strained experience. The car already feels empty, Sam notes sulkily, without a soft warm presence curled up on the bench next to him.

Dean won’t look him in the eyes the entire way, and Sam finds he doesn’t really care. In the backseat, Lucifer sings “Another Brick in the Wall,” for the 12th time, and Sam is seriously ( Read more... )

Pink Floyd is playing when he wakes up, stiff and sore and unaccountably twitchy from dreams he can’t quite remember.
“There’s someone in my head but it is not me?” It’s Lucifer in the back seat, singing along with Roger Waters on the tape desk.  Don’t you think that’s just a little bit on the nose there, Sammy?”
Sam blinks and digs into his palm ( Read more... )

Pink Floyd is playing when he wakes up, stiff and sore and unaccountably twitchy from dreams he can’t quite remember.

“There’s someone in my head but it is not me?” It’s Lucifer in the back seat, singing along with Roger Waters on the tape desk.  Don’t you think that’s just a little bit on the nose there, Sammy?”

Sam blinks and digs into his palm ( Read more... )

It's midday in Bobby's junkyard and Sam is sprawled across the hood of a rusted out shell of a car, working on trying to slow down his breathing ( Read more... )

Waves! Welcome to my first ever attempt at a big bang!

Thanks again, to the supremely talented Lenelle for her extremely creepy artwork. Go give her kudos here! Also, a massive shoutout to the mods, who were amazingly flexible when an emergency work trip totally screwed my original schedule for finishing this up and posting. Because of said crazy ( Read more... )