So today, unaware of the terrible, terrible things in store, Dean is strolling down the street. This is one of the rare days that he doesn't feel like driving, which is both a bad thing and a good thing. Good, because he's getting exercise, which in turn lets off all the extra energy he has that was originally devoted to hunting. Bad, because he ( Read more... )

Castiel has been trying not to spend his spare time thinking about the fate ahead of him. The facts are that he knows what archangels are capable of, he knows that he severely disobeyed, and he knows that he lied to Dean ( Read more... )

Okay. This place really needed a pick-me-up. Like right now. With the glitches and the creepy thoughtless creeps and the weird god-like creatures running around and beating people up ( Read more... )

There is a Brigitta in the cemetery, she's gone off exploring again which is perfectly normal for Brigitta... What is not normal is that today she's finally decided that she wants to go climbing again, and upon seeing a fairly thick tree that looks like it can support her weight Brigitta's lust for adventure took over ( Read more... )

John has finally hit is annoyed point. Even with Charlie's help, his searches have been futile. So now, he's resorting to the network.

"Have any of you seen a church around this place? For the life of me, I have yet to find one and it's starting to piss me off."

In case any of you are curious... I have returned to normal.

You know whose wrath you don't want to incur? The wrath of a hungover currently-ex-angel. Castiel is not happy, and for the love of all that is holy, he feels like he's just had his head cleaved open. And he woke up in the back of the Impala, which is extremely uncomfortable ( Read more... )

The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people ( Read more... )

He's never woken up before. At least, before the week he'd been pulled from his vessel. But that's just what Castiel has just done, and he wakes up to something strange -- not that waking up isn't strange, itself. He wakes up to uneven breathing, pain in his head and the physical feeling of his vessel - no, something tells him body, his body - ( Read more... )

It had been a weird couple days. People had been helpful, but even they couldn't explain why she was there. It was a little after noon and Anna was hungry, having slept through breakfast. Finding her way, with the help of the map, to the Burnt Toast Diner, Anna had gotten herself a chicken sandwich, a baked potato, and a giant root beer ( Read more... )