After the trial was over everything went back to normal, except there were three new members to the congregation in the chapel every Sunday. The weekend after the trial Dean and Cas decided to celebrate and took Little Sammy to the old honey tree down by that magical stream. They laid out the picnic blanket, and Cas went through the same routine as ( Read more... )

The good Lord was watching over Little Sammy--or Stump--that day on the tracks. But then it started to rain that month. It rained and rained, that hard and thick rain you only find in the South, and it flooded parts of Whistle Stop. That’s why Benny’s deputies stumbled onto Aby Sands’ truck. Turned out it’d been at the bottom of the river for six ( Read more... )

It didn’t work out quite that easily, though, but nothing ever does. That Crowley man stayed in town for weeks before leaving to go back to Georgia, but he only stayed away for a couple days. At first Dean stopped spending so much time at the cafe and started spending more time with Little Sammy. Cas was fine with that. He, Missouri, and Big Victor ( Read more... )

Only a couple nights later was when it happened. Most of the town stayed happily oblivious until that man Crowley came around, a little pompous looking man from Georgia, accent like he lived on a plantation and knew he was better than everyone else. Dean even was away from the house, spending the evening at Charlie’s, and had no idea ( Read more... )

As soon as Dean and Cas cleaned themselves up and got back to work (and Benny had washed the chocolate from his face), Benny pulled Cas aside as he cleaned up tables and dishes ( Read more... )

That summer, with some financial help from Castiel’s daddy, the Whistle Stop Cafe, owned and run by Misters Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester, opened up right next to the post office. Cas let everyone know that he was not cooking so there was no need to worry about getting poisoned. All the cooking was being done by Missouri, and the barbecue was ( Read more... )

“Gabe, got ‘nother box here when you’re done!” Cas turned to where Dean had been standing by the wall, baby in his arms, almost the entire time Cas had been there. “I never realized babies needed so much stuff ( Read more... )

John Winchester died the week before Dean went back to Lawrence, Georgia. The mood in the Novak household changed drastically as Cas moped, and Dean fretted. No matter his feelings for Cas, Dean couldn’t stand the thought of his mother back home, alone and grieving. It was a relief to go home. When he arrived at the train station Aby Sands, his ( Read more... )

Dean had been in Whistle Stop for about two months when one Saturday morning he woke up to someone knocking on his bedroom window. Grumbling about the early hour, Dean rolled over and saw Cas sitting in the chinaberry tree and motioning for him to open the window. Rubbing at his eyes and yawning, Dean walked over ( Read more... )

There is a unique kind of connection that forms between two people when they experience a tragedy together. But Castiel hadn't seen Dean Winchester since Sam had been hit by that train. Most of the time Cas forgot that summer even happened. At least, he tried. Pretended. It was easier. You know, the heart can be broken, but it still keeps a-beating ( Read more... )