He stood out in the field for hours, shouting at the sky trying to get the angels’ attention. He shouted at the sky until he was blue in the face, till his throat was hoarse, but none of them came. Not a single one of them was listening, and now Dean was feeling even more alone than he had when he and Sam had gone their separate ways all that ( Read more... )

This was bad ( Read more... )

The news of new people in camp spread fast. Cas heard it from one of the girls as she left his cabin. New people were a double edges sword. It meant resources would be strained even more - Cas could already hear Chuck chasing after Dean to read him a list of some sort and the image made him smile - but it also meant there were more eyes to watch ( Read more... )

In 2012, cell phones had not worked in about a year. However, the military bases had walkie talkies that allowed them to communicate back and forth. When the Croatoan virus hit Indiana, the Braeden's had been fortunate enough to get relocated to the local base before getting exposed ( Read more... )

Amazing how one person could seemingly make or break a world. How long Clark Kent had been gone from this one, she didn't know. If she kept track, she would feel the hole that was there since he and Doomsday destroyed each other. Everyone felt the loss, not just in Smallville, but in Metropolis as well. Lana hadn't counted the number at his funeral ( Read more... )

It was a rat infested motel that Sam found himself in on November 2nd, 2012. He was twenty nine now, and it was seven years since Jess had died. Over three since Lucifer was set free. Since Dean told Sam they were better off apart and goodbye. And now it was three months since Sam had found Bobby dead in his wheelchair and buried him ( Read more... )

“Don’t start that shit with me. You know how this works.”

“Right, right. This isn’t a democracy. Great way to inspire trust in the people you seem to want to lead.” Cas leaned back against the wall of the hut they were squatting in, giving Dean a pointed look over the faint smoke of the joint he’d just rolled. There was enough of a distance ( Read more... )