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Blood on the Walls
John Winchester is an angry son of a bitch.
John Winchester was damn sure he was on the far side of crazy at this point.He's on that precipice, that terrible place that most men fear. Not for themselves, no, but that they'll face someone in that place, living on that edge. Someone who's lost just enough to do whatever the fuck he has to, and ( Read more... ) -
If I die before I wake...
This can't be happening.
It is.
Mary.
Please. Stop reminding me.
God, the boys.Oh, you have no idea, you stupid fuck ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
He couldn't turn it off.
The room had fluttered between darkness and hazy, screenglow blue for the last few minutes before finally closing in darkness.
But he couldn't stop looking at it. At the darkness. The blackIt wasn't like closing his eyes. He supposed he didn't have eyes anymore. Instead, he had this blackness. This never ending ( Read more... ) -
When Hell's Bells Toll For Thee
This is Hell?
What were you expecting, John? Fiery pits? Screaming souls in torment? Or maybe an episode of Oz complete with some horned monstrosity making you it's bitch in the showers?
Not something I've ever really thought about.
Lying's supposed to be my job, John. Isn't it about time you stopped? Isn't it about time you just... let the ( Read more... ) -
November 6, 1983
I buried my wife today. Even as I write that down, I don’t believe it. Last week, we were a normal family… eating dinner, going to Dean’s T-ball game, buying toys for baby Sammy. But in an instant, it all changed… when I try to think back, get it straight in my head… I feel like I’m going crazy. Like someone ripped both my arms off, plucked my eyes ( Read more... ) -
In the Boilerroom
The dark always put in a few extra devils ( Read more... ) -
In My Time of Dying
I should be thinking about this more, he thinks to himself. Funnily enough ( Read more... ) -
In My Time of Dying: One
There's not so much thinking as weighing going on.
Part of training, part of really training in any kind of fighting is getting to the point where you're not even thinking about each individual move, but about the whole. It's like chess with the body, where you're at least five steps ahead and you know your ground well enough to be able to ( Read more... ) -
Devil's Trap
It's like driving a stolen car.
The Principal's convertible, in fact.
Oh baby, this ride is sweet, even if it is a little... well, old. A classic, is usually how they put it. Got a few miles on him and a couple of the parts are going rusty, but the engine's running smooth and the brakes pads probably won't need replacing for ( Read more... ) -
A phone conversation
He was in a hotel room, nothing strange about that. Nothing more strange than how his life was strange and after twenty years, not much is strange anymore ( Read more... )