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Remember The Curious Angel?Castiel was talking about Wincest and Destiel slash. And then he remembered nothing.Dean awoke with that sickening image in his head from Castiel's slashathon from the night before. He didn't remember what happened after Castiel described Wincest. And he was kind of glad. He really didn't want to know. He sighed heavily and felt a little surprised when he didn't feel a headache. Didn't he get drunk last night? That would explain how it was blank."Hello, Dean." a voice said.Dean's eyes widened. "Go to hell, Cas."But then he realized something. Didn't he have clothes on last night? And why did Cas's voice seem so close?Oh, shit.He turned his head slowly and his jaw dropped when he saw Castiel in bed next to him, shirtless."It's exactly what you think, you know." Cas smiled then, staring up at the ceiling."Did we
do it?" Dean asked, mortified."Yes. I found it quiet pleasant. I understand now why you have a craving to women." Castiel stated.Dean jumped up from the be
Can You Be A Ghost?Dean REALLY hated Halloween. And Sam REALLY wanted his brother to put on a costume like him."Dean!" Sam Winchester called from behind the bathroom door. "You getting your Halloween costume on?"The twelve year old snorted. "As if.""But you promised!" Sam pouted, crossing his arms. His older brother opened the door."Sammy, if I was your age, you'd have a better chance for me going. But
no. I'll take you trick or treating, but I am NOT dressing up."Sam reached up to poke at his Batman costume. "Pleaseeee? You can be a ghost!""No.""Spider-Man?""No.""A mummy?""Wrap myself up in toilet paper? No.""A zombie?""No.""
a ghost?""No, Sammy! I'm not dressing up as anything." Dean said firmly, starting to head for the kitchen."Oh, I know!""No you don't.""How about that guy in Friday The 13th? With the mask and big knife?" Sam asked sweetly, knowing it was more Dean-like.Dean looked startled. "How do you even know about that?""I saw you watching it." Sam said proudly."Yo
FearMaybe it was fear. Maybe it was just a hopeful attempt of saving the world making him feel this way.But as Dean watched, his face broken and bloody, his little brother fall into Hell, Lucifer's cage, he realized then, in that second, that this was his real nightmare. Losing his brother.To the devil himself.He found himself yelling, in a strangled voice, "SAMMY!"Sam's face disappeared. He was gone; the graveyard shifted, the pitch black hole gone, the four rings lying there as if nothing had happened.Now as Dean kneeled in the dry grass, where his brother left, he felt nothing. Just numbness.Sam was dead.Bobby was dead.Even Castiel was dead.He didn't cry, as much he wanted to. He just sat there, the same thing rolling through his head:He had nothing. He was nothing. Nowhere to go, no one to cry to.He sat there for a while. Bleeding from the inside.Honestly, he wasn't surprised when Castiel appeared. He barely noticed the angel heal him or Bobby, and he could tell the angel w
Sammy's First Christmas Ch.2Dean could almost hear the tune of "Jingle Bell's" from downstairs, but he knew that no one was awake at this time, other than Sammy. But he was used to hearing it every so often in the Christmas mornings.So when he yawned and sat up, smiling out the window, where snow continued to fall. It was beautiful, like a white wonderland. He remembered Mommy singing him a song with her sweet voice about a winter wonderland.Usually, when he just woke up, he'd try to wait until his parents woke up on Christmas, but it never lasted long. So he skidded to his parent's room, jumping up and down, calling out, "Mommy! Daddy! It's Christmas
!" he said in a singsong voice.Mary woke up with a start to her son's voice. As soon he said "Christmas" she realized that there was nothing to be worried about. She still remembered her deal. The warning Dean VanHalen had given her. But she was willing to let that go.She sat up, poking John on his head, and she pulled Dean onto her lap, kissing him on the