Don't Be AfraidNobody likes to die slowly. In fact, if it was Dean's choice, he'd go right ahead and kill himself right away if it meant not having to suffer starvation or dehydration. Unfortunately, tied to the ceiling, hanging like a dead animal that a hunter killed, Dean was forced to.The wendigo surprised him. At first, it was going well. He'd saved a young couple from the path of the son of a bitch, and his finger was on the trigger to burn it alive.But the wendigo had grabbed him by the legs, and while dangling upside down, Dean had been thrown from tree to tree, dazed. When his head hit a trunk, he'd gotten knocked out, only to wake up in a bad position:The wendigo's soon to be meal.Dean had no idea if the bitch would keep him alive long, or if he'd be supper tonight. Honestly he really didn't want to know. This was the disadvantage of hunting alone. When you make one mistake, no one finds you. You're just gone. And then about 2 weeks later other hunters realize that the monster is still a
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