Summary The Winchesters *should* be trying to stop the apocalypse they started by breaking the first and last seals. But since they can’t seem to catch a break, they spend a few days on the beach, investigating a shore town where blue lights are causing strange cases of amnesia. Even worse, people are remembering things that have never happened ( Read more... )

Sam barely glanced up from his laptop as Dean opened the motel room door. Although he was the younger brother, Sam was big, almost too big to fit at the small nondescript table in this cheap room. The décor was supposed to be whimsically nautical, but it came off looking like an old lady’s shell-themed bathroom. “So get this,” he began, turning ( Read more... )

Eyes closed, Dean took stock. His wrists were bound to the arms of some kind of chair, but his legs were free. Something thick was running down the right side of his face from over his eye, and he knew it was blood. “I know you’re awake,” came Sam’s voice in the darkness. Letting out a sigh of relief, Dean opened his eyes, looking for his ( Read more... )

Dee kicked her legs up and sprawled with her back against the pale green shell-shaped headboard of the motel bed. She was wearing a pair of Sam’s jeans, which were far too long (but Dean’s had been a little too slim in the hips), and one of Dean’s black t shirts, Duane Allman playing guitar on the front. Her eyes followed Sam as she nursed her El ( Read more... )

The Impala pulled off of the residential street onto a side road, heading away from the tourist areas of town. Sparse traffic gave way to non-existent as the vehicle traveled among bleak buildings and warehouses, instead of the charming cottages and hotels that seemed to make up most of the town. Officer Carlson and Donna Shanahan sat quietly in ( Read more... )