“You like me.”Dean looked up from the cup of coffee he was fixing at the counter, and flashed her a lazy grin. The grin wasn’t a lie but it was a cover. Dean hadn’t liked a girl this much since Cassie, and considering the way that things with Cassie ended, he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk it. But he did like Lana, which kept him swinging back ( Read more... )

If Dean wasn’t used to the idea of the world ending, it might have surprised him when the Kandorians took over. Instead, his reaction fell more along the lines of well, shit, what else is new?He really wasn’t looking to fight another Apocalypse, let alone two at the same time, but it was looking like he wasn’t having much of a choice. Upside of ( Read more... )

[Lana insisted Dean come back home when he found his brother and was glad to see he listened. Not that she hadn't expected him to, but with things as crazy as they were, she wasn't sure what to expect anymore ( Read more... )

[so, slowly but surely he's revealing himself as being Dean Winchester to the rest of his Smallville friends, and one of those people turned out to be Mrs. Kent. Thankfully, she took it well -- she just decided to hold it over his head by putting him to work ( Read more... )

It had been a week and a half since Sam died ( Read more... )

Lois hit the ground hard, landing on her knees in the middle of a room ( Read more... )

Dean’s first meteor shower was probably one of the most terrifying experiences of his life ( Read more... )

[This ... is a first. Buffy's never been stalked by a photographer before. But Slayers are paranoid, and yanking the kid with the camera out of the bushes in the area where she's training her new Slayer, and pushes him up against the tree.

She's not in the mood.

She's so not in the mood.

(Even if he is kind of cute)]

He was the love of her life ( Read more... )

Clark had been fading in and out of consciousness for a while now, and all he remembered was Tess. Tess standing over him in what he thought were his last moments-or maybe she was kneeling. Every memory since he killed that thing that was split from Davis Bloome bled into another like watercolors. There was only her face, over and over again, along ( Read more... )