( Chapter 11 )

He couldn’t imagine growing up as his parents had, not having constant access to the web, being forced to wade through all sorts of unrelated bits and pieces of information before gleaning anything of any real importance.  The early days of Google, before it was really Google at all.  It must have taken forever to find out anything.

He had all the ( Read more... )

He’d known her all his life, known her, he was certain, better than anyone else ever could have.  He could sense both the subtle and dramatic shifts in her moods, feel it in his bones like an arthritic telling the weather.  He could piece together all the hidden meanings in the words she spoke, fill in the blanks among the things gone unsaid, ( Read more... )

“I mean,” she slurs, interrupting herself to down another shot, “how fucked up, right?  Yeah?”

The man next to her, dark hair, dark eyes, the most painfully perfect olive skin, smiles that smile - that smile - and says with that voice - that voice, “Family’s a bitch, eh?”

You have no idea, she thinks, intends to say, though it somehow comes out ( Read more... )

He’s not sure how he got here, not sure, really, how any of them got here, to this point, but definitely not sure how he got here, parked in Sam’s driveway in the middle of the day, just debating what to do next.

Wait.  That’s all it seemed like Dean was capable of doing these days.  When Sarah showed up on his doorstep a couple weeks ago with a ( Read more... )

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“Why don’t I have any grandmas?” she asks simply, pulling her little girl body up and into his lap.

She’s been asking questions lately, too many questions, and though he can vaguely recall this particular stage from when Rachel went through it, partly remembers how difficult and irksome it had been with her, he can’t for the life of him remember ( Read more... )

She’s too weak to dig, the years of being away at school with no more than a measly student gym and no motivation having taken their toll.  Although, really, she couldn’t be sure that she’d ever been able to dig up a body, even when training under her uncle’s inscrutable gaze, seeing as how the last hunt she’d been on, only hunt for that matter, ( Read more... )

It takes a lot to ruin trivia for me.....thank you fat old annoying man who can't figure out the meaning of insie voices, or humility.  Or basic common decency ( Read more... )

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Author's Note:  Spoilers for "The Kids Are Alright".

She wished he’d been Dean’s.  Of all the men she’d slept with in her life - which, at the age of twenty, despite being a too bendy yoga instructor who frequented seedy bars, was admittedly not too many - he would have been the one, the one, she’d most liked to have ( Read more... )