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Weak For You -- For helosthisshoe
There was a part of Dean that hadn't wanted to go to Sam at Stanford, even if he hadn't had anyone else, he hadn't wanted to pull him from his life and his girlfriend and drag him back onto the long empty roads. It was the part of him that remembered before he'd left, remembered the touches and kisses and murmured affection. It hurt, having Sam ( Read more... ) -
Angel, Am I Pretty? For theangel_cas
It was one of those rare occasions where the motel they were staying in didn't have doubles. Sam and Dean were stuck in rooms just across the hall from one another, which unfortunately left them footing a larger bill for accommodations, but, it didn't come without its perks. Such as having space to himself, without having to worry about his ( Read more... ) -
For helosthisshoe
It had seemed like the perfect night to go out. Sam was off at Bobby's, trying to find a lead in the case they were working. When they'd talked earlier that afternoon, they were hitting a brick wall and Sam had sai he probably wouldn't be back until sometime tomorrow. He'd worked their one last lead and hadn't come up with anything they didn't ( Read more... ) -
It Followed Me Home
Dean just knocked off a few demons that had been intent on trying to turn a small town in North Dakota into a blood-soaked birthday present for Lucifer. He was back at his crappy motel room now, but something didn't feel right. That feeling of being watched, followed, something to how the curtains moved. He stripped out his coat, tossing it over ( Read more... ) -
Demon In Reflection
Even as a demon, Dean still has that habit of fudging the details when it comes to spellwork. It was bound to literally blow up in his face one day. So, when he finds himself in a lackluster motel room, instead of the errand he'd been doing for Crowley, he's annoyed, but not too surprised. It feels wrong in all those quiet, uncertain ways that ( Read more... ) -
Why Hello Pretty Lady
It was another shitty bar, in another shitty town. They were hunting down a particularly nasty Japanese spirit, of all fucking things, and after seeing a string of corpses that had been asphyxiated or with slit throats, and peeled skin, Dean thought he'd earned his intoxication and whatever pretty woman he happened to stumble home with. ( Read more... ) -
For theangel_cas
Dean didn't sleep through the night, not even at Bobby's. It was somewhere in the predawn hours, and Dean was out of bed, pulling on his jeans and a tee-shirt to wander into the kitchen. He was planning on grabbing a glass and some whiskey and then looking into this mess that was the seals breaking. However, he didn't even quite make it to the ( Read more... ) -
Devil In a Red Dress
Miraculously, they somehow ended up with the day off for Halloween. This, of course, ended up with a costume party, cast, crew, relatives and friends invited. There was good music, good drinks, and a variety of festively decorated sweets and creepy special effects. The only thing missing were the two leads of the show, which was odd since they'd ( Read more... ) -
Is It Time for Christmas Spirit?
There are three dead hunters, their bodies carefully posed and frozen, encased in ice and turned into holiday sculptures. Dean has stripped them out of their disgusting survivalist gear, and instead, under the thick ice their bodies are wrapped to the waist in a piece of white silk. The men, two young and one older, stand with their heads bowed, ( Read more... ) -
Angels Are Watching Over You...
He knew he was dying. He wasn't happy about it by any stretch of the imagination, but he didn't regret it. Dean had always clung to life, cementing it in every drink of whiskey, in the breath he stole from every buxom blond or attractive man that tumbled through his bed. His indulgences a celebration of the fact that he was still alive. But, it ( Read more... )