It took two weeks until Sam was finally released, a time during which Thor didn’t get to see much of his savior. After spending another day in intensive care the young man had been transferred to a trauma unit, which was located on the third floor, making it all but impossible to smuggle the large animal into his room. As Dean spent most of his ( Read more... )

The events of the next few hours went by in one big blur. If someone would have asked Thor about it later, that is if he could talk in the first place, he would have to confess that there wasn’t any clear memory in his mind. There was an ambulance and Dean opening the door to the Impala. He thought he climbed in and so did his master, but the only ( Read more... )

Sam was too shocked to even feel the pain, when Thor’s massive jaws clamped around his right forearm. Even when he finally let out a yell, it was more one of surprise than of actual hurt. Staring at the drops welling out of some of the marks, he still tried to comprehend what had caused the big dog to bite him, when he heard the bathroom door open ( Read more... )

“Bobby….”

Cupping his loosely hanging head in my hands, I slightly shook him, calling his name over and over again, hoping against hope I would receive an answer. The ‘thing’ slithered out of his ear and fell to the ground, wiggling once before lying still. I knew it right then - we succeeded in destroying it, it was dead, but so was Bobby.

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Okay, so here is the start of my newest project. A special thank you and credit to Hot Show, who came up with the plot bunny and pitched it to me. I loved the idea, but have to admit that I was reluctant for a while, like half an hour, as I didn’t know if I could write this. Well, she had so many ideas and I came up with so many of myself that I ( Read more... )

This case hadn’t gone well at all. Not that he hadn’t anticipated something like this would happen, no really he had, but it actually had turned out a whole lot worse than he could have imagined it would. He hadn’t wanted them to come here just because Sam had gotten those coordinates, after all, the only time they would run off for something ( Read more... )

Consequences of a Wish

Part 4

It seemed like reliving the memory of this specific incident kept haunting Dean more than any of the others over the next few days. It didn’t matter how much he tried to push it away into the darkest corners of his mind, something he was usually very good at, it kept resurfacing again and again. Finally ( Read more... )

After dropping Ben off at school on Monday morning, Dean stopped by the flower shop to order a bouquet of yellow roses and purple freesias, Lisa’s favorites, for her birthday on Thursday. Although there was still plenty of time, he knew he tended to get busy during the week and forget and he really wanted the flowers delivered to her at work ( Read more... )

Ever since their youngest had been born, meals at the Winchester home had an adventure. In the beginning it had been that the little one always seemed to choose the exact time, when everyone was sitting down to eat, to voice her own need for food.  Now that the toddler was sitting in her high chair, participating in the meals, it was ( Read more... )

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