Ruby's gone off to recover from her ordeal. He'd asked her to call later; maybe she will, maybe she won't. If she doesn't, he will-- eventually ( Read more... )

He hates stitching himself up. He hates it even more when it's after a clusterfuck like this. If they hadn't thrown themselves through the window, the way things were going, that goddamn Alastair would have smashed them like bugs.

And Dean had recognized him.

One thing at a time.Sam hisses a curse under his breath as he shoves the needle ( Read more... )

After Uriel vanishes, Sam angrily shoves the rest of his stuff into his duffel bag, trying to ignore the way the angel's vicious words still ring in his ears.

"You so brazenly use the power he gave you."

"You’ve been warned twice now. One word, and I will turn you to dust."

"As for your brother - ask Dean what he remembers from hell."
"Oh, fuck ( Read more... )

The gate's sealed, and there's not a single crossroads demon that'll deal with him. He's tried.

"How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what."

It looks like the goddamn Trickster was right after all.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

The biggest difference between this time and last time is his lack of hope. Sam ( Read more... )

He wakes up before the alarm clock. It doesn't matter.

It's just another day.

Sam puts one hand behind his head, under the pillow, and lies still, staring at the ceiling.

[From here.]

It's still cool this early in the morning, here in Wyoming in late spring. The eastern sky is only beginning to lighten with the brightness of false dawn, but it's enough to see the dark shape of the Impala a few yards away, parked beside the road.

[After this.]

Sam doesn't realize everything that happens in the moment when the Trickster's fingers meet. He can't feel it when space and time both stretch like a rubber band between Milliways and the world he knows for one impossible instant, sending odd ripples both forward and backward along his time stream before something snaps and ( Read more... )

Some people mark the passing of time by the calendar.

Sam keeps track by how long it's been since that fateful Wednesday when Dean died and time kept going.

"This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching your brother die every day, forever ( Read more... )

-click-

"--heat of the moment, telling me what my heart meant--"

As the clock radio blares in his ear, Sam jerks awake and sits bolt upright. Dean looks over from where he sits on the other bed, tying his shoe.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Sam transfers his bemused stare from the radio to his brother.

"Dude. Asia?Dean just grins and turns up the ( Read more... )

Not more than half an hour after they'd gotten settled for the evening, Dean snaps off the TV and tosses the remote aside.

Sam looks up from the computer screen. "Dean?"

"I've got some beer, and this motel room sucks even for our motel rooms. I'm going outside," Dean tells him. "You can bring the corn chips ( Read more... )