Technically it was his birthday already, given that he’d taken so long to find Dean that midnight had come and gone. But Sam knew that wasn’t the reason Dean had left the warmth of their motel room to come and freeze his balls off in the middle of the frigging woods. There was a haunted look in his brother’s eyes, a furrowed brow and tired lines on ( Read more... )

Missing scene from 'Sex and Violence'. Dean doesn't really try to fight the control of the siren... not like he would have fought it any other time before. Things have changed and the brothers are no longer the same people they were before. Betaed by the most awesome Jackfan2 and written for Saturday Pic Post at the SPN Writers Lounge, based on the ( Read more... )

Since I'm doing it for the others, figured this one deserved one too. Plus, I wanted to show off my brand new banner :oD


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Because I know some of you like to read it when its finished, and even though each chapter is linked internally, this should make things easier ;o)

BEAN STALKER



CHAPTER 1                          CHAPTER 2                          CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4                           CHAPTER 5                          CHAPTER 6

EPILOGUE

A scruffy, bearded man with a baseball hat on his head and a grease-stained shirt, opened the door just enough to get a look at her. The hand that wasn't visible to her was surely carrying some sort of weapon, but Alexa wasn't worried. To anyone looking, she was just another very pregnant woman, red face flushed with exhaustion and sweat pooling in ( Read more... )

Chuck's books had never been very specific about the color of Sam's eyes. The author would often go on and on about the 'moss green' and the 'golden flecks' that peppered Dean's eyes, but Sam's were almost always described as 'soulful eyes' or 'puppy' looks or any other euphemism that didn't really define a color. Looking at him now, Alexa could ( Read more... )

There were some things that the books didn't mention but that Alexa had already figured out by herself in the short time she'd spent with Dean. Things like the way the color of Dean’s eyes drifted around and change according to the shift in his emotions.

Anger made his eyes glow bright green, but pain, loss... those made the color darken so much ( Read more... )

The book was ruined. Alexa had tried to wash away the sickness from the pages but ended up with a worse result. The paper was too soft and had started to melt away in her hands.

Frantically, Alexa wiped the pages clean, watching in frustration as the black letters disappeared before her eyes. It was one of the oldest books; the one about the ghost ( Read more... )

Sam really needed to find a more recent or, at least, a more decent picture of Dean. The only photo he'd found on his cell and had been able to print was one that he'd taken maybe some three years ago, and Dean had lost a bet then.
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This is a little piece of crackFic, co-written with Jackfan2, in response to the Wednesday challenge at the Writer’s Lounge Community. The issued challenge was to write something outside your comfort box, do something that you’ve never done before. So, I tried my hand at the wonders of brain-pooling with another writer and Julie got her first crack ( Read more... )