Being around Dean was never a fun experience for her, and times hadn't changed. In fact, she found seeing him then was worse than before. There was too much. Too much that she had been through and he hadn't. She couldn't play around with him like she once had been able to, because she wasn't the same ( Read more... )

She was on her back on the motel bed while Ruby moved over her, kissing her chest and pulling at the clothes that were shielding her body. She moaned softly as Ruby's hand found its way up her skirt. Everything felt so wonderful, before the sensations changed. An air burned through her like fire. Like something was crawling under the skin she wore ( Read more... )

Dean pulled the Impala up to the house and stopped on the side of the street. He leaned past Cordelia a bit and looked out her window at the house they were to stay at. He wasn't thrilled about this, but he didn't have much of a choice. "How many people did you say live in there?" He raised a brow. The place didn't look that big ( Read more... )

He wasn't accepting it. He wasn't at peace. He sure as hell wasn't in denial. He had reached the end of the road, and all that was left for him was...something he didn't want to think about. And it didn't matter. It didn’t' matter because Sam would be safe, and in Dean's life that was all that mattered ( Read more... )

Doyle had had quite the interesting after life. Not that he did a lot with it, but it had been interesting. Pretty low key, which was good in his book. Being the hero and all had gotten him in some pretty good standings ( Read more... )

Cordelia really didn't know what she was doing there.

This was a risk. A big fat risk to begin with, because snapping some sense into Castiel and Uriel didn't necessarily guarantee that Dean Winchester would make the right choice. She hoped that he would -- in fact, she was pretty sure he'd be an idiot not to, but there still wasn't a guarantee ( Read more... )

Getting in and out of a Hellmouth was like moving through super-thick molasses. If the molasses were evil demonic fiends who would sooner tear you apart then let you see the light of day again, and dragging a not-yet-broken soul with you was like dragging dead weight. It only slowed you down and made things that much harder, but hell, Ruby did it ( Read more... )