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Benny always intended to return Carencro, Louisiana.   He was still working as a blood-bank courier and had been clean for almost nine months. It seemed the right time to contact his great-great-granddaughter, Elizabeth. He’d written her a letter trying to explain himself and asking her forgiveness for any pain caused. He didn’t expect a reply ( Read more... )

Sam had eaten most of the gummy-bears while telling Castiel and Gabriel about Benny.

“You crafty bastard,” Gabriel smirked and conjured more gummy-bears.

“That’s what Benny texted me,” Sam said sheepishly, “Would you stop conjuring gummy-bears, Gabe.”

“Stop eating them,” Gabriel quipped.

“What happened next?” Castiel asked.

Sam grabbed a handful of ( Read more... )

Benny fled the gumbo shack after he’d killed the hunter who had threatened Elizabeth and exposed his true nature to her. He’d driven until he’d run out of gas. He’d gone on a killing spree until his blood lust was sated. Then remorse and self-loathing set in. He returned to the bayous of his childhood. Here he suffered through detox, emerging clean ( Read more... )

It had taken some time, but Sam and Dean had finally organized the Men of Letters bunker into a home for themselves and their extended family.

Castiel had his own room; one of only two rooms in the bunker not angel proofed. Granted, it was surrounded on all sides by rooms that were, but it was a compromise. When it became obvious, even to Dean, ( Read more... )

Title: What happened when Benny entered the ‘Twilight’ zone.
Author: ( Read more... )

since i've been screaming at the kids without reaction gonna scream to myself here.  until proven otherwise christmass can have a bottle of sarsaparilla stuck up it's collective arse.  starting with the whinge from minors about 'mummy you haven't put up advent lights' coupled with 'i want this, that, and the other and not one of that choice' with a ( Read more... )

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Dean isn’t sure what happened between Sioux Falls and Sioux City but it is another month before he eventually gets to the city and tracks down the lawyer Bobby said owed him. It turns out the lawyer is simply holding all the paperwork that officially says Singer Salvage is his and Sam’s. There is also a safety deposit box key which in turn has ( Read more... )

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We need to feel the sum of all our parts
Are more than what’s laid out in lines upon our palms.
Although our hands aren’t tied, we move as though they are,
Until we’re bound by branching out.

Josh Pyke - Lines on Palms

Noise. Castiel hates the ( Read more... )