Since Dean had insisted on reading Carver Edlund's books, Sam had gone ahead and checked them out of the library. So far, that was about as much as he'd touched them, aside from looking at the covers. Dean had apparently decided Dawn should share in the madness, and he was perfectly happy letting the two of them do all of the reading ( Read more... )

Sam had gone straight from the house to his cabin and stormed into his alcove to start looking for his duffel bag. Years of packing at a moment's notice made it easier for him to decide what the essentials were for a few days across the country, but he was still debating whether it would be easier to get the car away from Dean tonight or the next ( Read more... )

Monday morning came, and for once, Sam was nowhere near the library. He was sure there was work to be done to clean up from the weekend, but all he really wanted to do today was hide as much as possible. Having Dean and Dawn hovering was making that a little more difficult, but he had his own room if the thoughts of how he'd imagined himself ( Read more... )

( For Dawn )

After going to class and springing Dean from the clinic, Sam came back to his room to start researching. As much as he was trying to not think about what the demon had said to him, there was something that had stuck out in a not-entirely negative way - that there were others like him being watched by the demon too. It wasn't much to go on, but he ( Read more... )

Tensions were getting higher at the Winchester house as the day wore on. The protections on the house had been strengthened as much as any of them knew how, and triple-checked to make sure they were complete. In the nursery, Grace was sleeping in her crib, blissfully unaware of everything that was going on. Downstairs, everyone else was waiting, to ( Read more... )

In the wee hours of the morning, Sam woke up gasping, fresh from a nightmare ( Read more... )

Sam had the feeling that something was wrong as soon as he woke up and realized that his arms and legs weren't hanging off the sides of the bed. Instead, he was in a gigantic bed! With a gigantic girl! And he couldn't see Dean anywhere!

Thankfully, he wasn't wearing the sacrificial underwear. He just hoped Dean wasn't wearing it instead.

[Sam has ( Read more... )

Any teal deer wandering through the preserve would find Sam busy setting up everything he'd brought with him for the evening. Among other things, there was a picnic basket, and a blanket, and some tea lights for when it got really dark outside. And of course, there were books, because there was no way Sam and Dawn could celebrate their one-year ( Read more... )

Sam had to admit, he was grateful that Zoe had wanted to take Grace to the ball, because it meant he didn't have to try to lie to her and his dad about Dean again, or about his hand. For the moment, he was sprawled out on his bed, hiding in his room and trying to read, but he couldn't stop himself from picking at the bandage he'd put on, and the ( Read more... )