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Back to 18. Stay, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean had been wrong about Sam's return timetable. It was a week before they managed to get in touch; Sam called his burner phone from a hospital in Texas, his voice garbled with exhaustion and relief when Dean picked up. "I saw it," he stammered out, "on TV, the night Jess-Jess-"

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Back to 17. Unbound, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean had never felt his mortality more keenly than when he was no longer, technically speaking, mortal. At least, he definitely didn't feel mortal.

All that rage-all that powerlessness-burst forth from the dam that had stopped it all up inside him, because he didn't need to hide it anymore, because he ( Read more... )

Back to 16. Dismissal, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean dropped to the ground just in time. A dozen feet from him, flying through the air, a silvery orb exploded. He put his head down, covering his ears, and felt the muffled blast sweep over him, just before someone-magician or spirit, it was hard to tell-started screaming in agony.

He only had a few ( Read more... )

Back to 15. Impact, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean hated being knocked out.

True, it had sort of been part of the plan-an unavoidable one, in fact-but the grogginess that came after wasn't really good for survival. There were always a few minutes of struggling to remember where he'd been, what he'd been doing, why was he flat on his back in a cold ( Read more... )

Back to 14. Brace, or go to the Masterpost.

Maybe it was because Sam was safe, or maybe it was because he'd truly made his peace, but Dean felt at ease as they approached the outskirts of Washington. Crowley's shop was in a dingy back alley-not the standard for magicians at all, but he was in disgrace; it wasn't so surprising, in the end. This ( Read more... )

Back to 13. Dominoes, or go to the Masterpost.
Beside him, Castiel slumped against the passenger-side door. His seventh-plane form looked worse, somehow, than Jimmy's beaten and bruised visage, though that was enough to make Dean flinch on his own. Those great, feathery wings looked badly broken; Anna had been trampling them when Dean chased her off ( Read more... )

Back to 12. Safe, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean and Castiel fell into a routine, and the camp fell in around them.

There was no longer a chance that Castiel would let Dean out of his sight for things like meals and chores. He was forever at Dean's elbow, always on guard, Vonnegut abandoned on the bookshelves of Dean's cabin. At first, this caused a ( Read more... )

Back to 11. Trespass, or go to the MasterpostDean didn't attempt the same variety of interrogation tactics with Meg as he had with Castiel. Either he'd run out of energy, or he knew how useless it was; Castiel wondered, not for the first time, if Dean had had a prior run-in with the djinni. It had been several years since Castiel had last run into ( Read more... )