I'm incredibly sorry for the wait. I started grad school in June (2013) and haven't really had any time to write since then. Thank you for your reviews - they made me revisit this story. And thank you to everyone who continued to read and review this. I didn't intend for you to have to wait so long for a conclusion.

Dean knew there was something ( Read more... )

A/N: I can't apologize enough for how long this chapter has taken me to write. I could blame a number of things (school work, real work, sports, etc.) but the reality is, I easily could have found the time had I tried. I just really didn't know where I was going with the story, and I had said that this would be the final chapter. After making you ( Read more... )

Sam went to the door and unlocked it, quickly returning to his brother's side. Dean started shifting around just as Sam was trying to place his legs on top of the pile of pillows he had made. He kicked his feet weakly, moaning incomprehensible words. Sam immediately let go of Dean's legs and went to his brother's side. He put a hand on Dean's ( Read more... )

Sam had a bad feeling. It wasn't a vision, but it was unsettling nonetheless and it made him hasten his steps, anxious to get back to the library, to make sure everything was okay. He finished piling dirt on the last makeshift grave, did one last quick scan around the fields, and hurried back to the Impala where Richard awaited him.

"Are we done?"

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"You sure you're up to this?" Sam asked, turning to his brother in the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean had relinquished the keys without any prompting from his brother, happy if he could just keep his eyes open long enough for them to reach the library.

"Yes, Sam. For the thousandth time, I'm sure," Dean rasped. But when they were done he was ( Read more... )

Sam didn't move to put away the history books, and Dean looked at him expectantly. "Come on, man. We have to go."

"What did you find, Dean?" Sam had his hand on the newspapers, preventing Dean from putting them away. "I'm sure a few minutes won't make a difference. Just tell me what you found."Dean sighed heavily, sinking back into his seat. He slid ( Read more... )

The waitress - Kristen - knew a lot and, thankfully, was very willing to share it. This was due in no small part to Mark's good looks and charm. Sam smirked at how similar Mark's flirting was to Dean's.

Kristen was definitely cute, if a little older than the women Dean usually went for, but Sam was still surprised his brother made no attempt to chat ( Read more... )

Sam couldn't fall asleep that night, and it wasn't just the worry that kept him awake. Dean was noisy in the bed next to him, moving around every five minutes or so, seemingly unable to get comfortable. He kept clearing his throat, coughing as quietly as possible into his fist so that Sam wouldn't hear.

After nearly two hours of lying in bed, ( Read more... )

A/N: No real action yet, but it's coming up.

Dean made no attempt to sit back up, and after a few minutes Sam had to check to make sure his brother was even still awake. Dean waved him away, keeping his hands covering his face. "Keep going," he instructed Mark, "I'm listening, my head's just killing me."

Sam shot Mark a look, and Mark nodded, ( Read more... )

A/N First the Jersey Devil, now this…I swear I do more research for these stories than I ever did for school. I'm totally coming up with the case while I'm in the process of writing it, so if things seem to not make total sense, that could be the reason. Oh and all the stuff about the Huguenots and Egyptian magic…totally made that up. And the ( Read more... )