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The Way It Turns OutHe's trying to adjust. He really is. To get used to the fact that Sam wasn't coming back. Ever. And that hunting was over on his part. Sometimes, wehn Dean heard something outside the window, he'd always have a gun under the bed. Just in case.Dean's slip of the tongue happens two months and five days after he arrives on Lisa Braden's doorstep.He's making Ben's school lunch and he asks Ben what he wants on his sandwiches. Only it doesn't come out as expected."Hey Sammy, do you want the usual PB & J?"Ben isn't fazed by this but he does point out, in his straight forward 12-year old manner, that his name is Ben. Not Sammy.Dean doesn't realize what he's done until he hears the name repeated by Ben. His heart starts beating too quickly and he can feel it trying to hammer its way out of his chest and any second he's finally going to die of that all-consuming grief that threatens to overwhelm him on a daily basis. He takes a few seconds to get himself under control by concentrating on cu
DadDean knocked on the door to Ben's room, opening it slightly. "Can I come in?" he asked.Ben, reading a book, just shrugged and made no eye contact. Dean let himself in and sat down on Ben's bed. "Hey, dude. You know I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry." he said sincerely. Ben looked up at him."If you're so scared that something's coming for us, why don't you teach me so I can help?" Ben asked quietly."Because its
its not fun, or at all exciting. These things, they're dangerous. And as long as I'm around, nothing is gonna get you." Dean said firmly."But you're leaving," Ben whispered. Dean looked up, startled; he hadn't told the kid yet."Yeah. Sam and I
we've got some business to take care of. I'll be back, though. And your mom knows how to shoot. Not as good as me, but enough," Dean smirked softly.Ben grinned. "Mom couldn't shoot a good angle if she tried."Dean chuckled. "When your in danger, I'm sure she'll shoot in the right area."Ben looked up at him sadly again
Drunk-CheeseburgerAddicted CasDean smirked as Castiel finished yet another bottle of tequila."Man, you can sure as hell put it away." Dean had spent every dollar he'd won in his last poker game on liquor, but it had been worth it."Yep." Castiel hiccupped. He giggled suddenly, grinning and holding his sides, barely holding onto the bottle. Dean smiled back at him. He'd hadn't had anything himself, but it was really funny to sit and watch Cas."What?" He asked. Castiel giggled even more."Wh-when you stand next to Sam," He broke into another fit of giggles. "You look really short." He laughed so hard his face was red and he couldn't keep talking."You're drunk." Dean stated, laughing. Castiel nodded."Yes, I believe I am," He slurred. "Hey!" He slapped Dean's knee, looking at him like he'd realized the most important thing in the world. "You know what else is amusing? Lucifer is supposed to be red with horns, like in this photograph I saw," He was giggling madly again. "But he's not!"Sam was snickering in the corn
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.