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Blood And a Game PrologueDean Winchester stood on the deep snow, bodies surrounding him. The last of the blood was trickling, and Dean felt like a real cold-hearted killer."Am I done yet, you bitch?!" he shouted into the nothingness of snow and ice. "Have I done enough?"When he got no answer, Dean dropped to his knees, a tear leaking from his eye."Bring me back! BRING ME BACK NOW!"The snowy terrain suddenly switched, vanishing within a few seconds, and then Dean was standing in a forest, squirrels chittering and birds singing. The deathly screams of people were gone, and the peaceful area washed over Dean. He wanted it to end; to find Sam and get the hell out of here.But then, in a rush of wind, it was silent. The sunlight from the trees was gone, and the movement of activity had subsided. Gray clouds rolled above Dean as he searched for his next opponent."Dean
" he flinched when he heard the familiar voice. He had a sudden urge to curl up into a ball and disappear, but his grip tightened on his kni
When Your Hell BeganAs soon as Dean descended into Hell, Alastair had plans for him.If there was one thing that everyone was mistaken about Alastair, it was his choice of soul. Anyone would think that such a twisted, merciless maybe even perverted, infamous torturer such as Alastair would relish the opportunity to get his hands on a dirty, evil soul. But the truth was far from that.In fact, the kind of soul he loved and enjoyed the most was a pure, clean soul a soul the likes of Dean Winchester.When Dean Winchester first arrived to one of the deepest depths of hell, Alastair was thrilled. He had not met the young hunter before but he had heard enough to be interested in him. All demons or any other souls that knew of him said the same thing handsome, arrogant, brave, stubborn, determined, hot-tempered and righteous.And, all demons who had been sent back to hell by Dean Winchester wanted to have a go at him.Knowing this, Alastair declared that Dean Winchester was his and under no
Too Long of a Road Ch.3Sam watched as they drove past the sign declaring Welcome to Deerlake Falls. Down below the sign welcoming them into town was People Population: 65, Cattle Population: 5,000. Sam blinked and sighed. He really hoped Dean knew where the hell he was going for once......and ten minutes later, Sam was once again tempted to beat his head against the dashboard until sweet unconsciousness welcomed him with her open arms. Dean and Sam were standing in front of what may have been a very popular restaurant if they had gotten there about a decade earlier."Dean, you made us drive to a remote location in the middle of nowhere for a restaurant you remember eating at twelve years ago. What is wrong with you?""I'm hungry." As if to prove a point, Dean's stomach grumbled.Sam shook his head. "Dean, I'm proud of you. That was a really well-thought out statement.""Aww, thanks Sammy. Wait... Do you mean that I don't think things through?""Not all the time, Rambo."Dean shrugged and started walking tow
The Pie Who Loved Me Ch.3Dean's heavenly moment was here. The sweet pie was sitting on the table. It felt it had been years since he had tasted pie.Do you know those cliché moments in the movies? You know? The one where the main character has an epiphany or they see something that was the answer to all of their prayers?The wide-eyed look of amazement. Of rapture. Of Holy-Shit-OMG-No-Way!The moment when you can hear that choir of angels singing as a holy light shone down from the heavens.Yeah, Dean Winchester was having one of those moments.Not that he wanted to hear those feathered bastards singing or anything.It all started with a hunt, as was usual for the brothers Winchester. It had been a bitch but their inherent awesome-ness and epic win totally saved their asses. And, lo and behold, they were about the leave the small town that they actually hadn't been run out of but a local woman told them to at least stay for the town's Blueberry Fair.They even had a Miss Blueberry contest and everything.
Why I'm AliveHe could already see the blood pooling on the hard wooden floor.It had only been moments but it seemed like it was a lot longer, forever in fact.The pain should have been breath taking.But how could it be when he didn't have any breath left to take?It had only been moments, it seemed like years.The pain was dulled, like a distant memory, like he was only semi-attached to his body.He could tell it hurt. It was meant to hurt. It wasn't a dull throb; it was just dulled, like he was in a different reality to his body.He just couldn't feel it like he should. It was a numb thought in the back of his head, it wasn't blinding pain in the forefront of his mind like he knew it was, and was supposed to be.He knew that should worry him.But he couldn't worry about it, he couldn't worry about anything.He was floating, drifting, fading in this fog, a place some where in between life and death, and he knew he should hold on, fight, cling to the dulled, numbed, pain and never let go.He knew
I Always Thought I'd Die AloneDean's okay with dying."Where to?""Sunrise Motel. Room 107."Dean closed his eyes and rested his head against the back seat. Three days in the hospital and he hadn't regained an ounce of his strength back. Just checking himself out of the hospital and getting into the cab had almost completely wiped him out. Pathetic. Dying wouldn't be so bad if it didn't have this 'weak as a new born kitten' factor.To be perfectly honest, there was little about this whole slow death deal that was really bothering Dean. He'd always though he'd have liked it to get over fast and in a blaze of glory but, now that he was here, he could defiantly see the benefits. The tiredness was sort of a welcome change, permission to slow down. The diagnosis permission to give up. Maybe he'd get a chance to say good-bye to Dad. And Sam would be with him. He wouldn't have to do this alone.And, maybe he was a bastard, the idea of leaving Sammy didn't upset him as much as the idea of Dean leaving upset Sam. Sam could
SpiritLinda Heyworth began cutting the loaf of bread, trying to distract herself from the rapid thumps that moved through the hole house. Over the past few hours, noises such as indistinct whispering echoed through the house, and Linda, convinced she was merely having a bad night, had tried to block out the sounds.Thunder rumbled, startling her, and she let out a gasp as the knife that she was using dropped to the floor. As she reached down to get it, it moved. Only an inch, barely noticeable, and a sensible person would have ignored it as a delusion.Linda slowly rose, swallowing harshly. She nearly screamed as multiple cupboards flew open, then close. Thunder crashed, and lightning flashed. And, in that second of pure terror, she thought she heard a whisper, "He still loves me...."Linda didn't believe in the supernatural. In fact, she hadn't questioned the exsistence of such a thing until now. She knew the obvious signs from the books and occasional horror movies. And she prayed that thi