Supernatural Christmas Trials 1When Dean woke up, the last thing he expected was to see a Christmas tree, decorated with lights and ornaments of every color, in the middle of the abandoned house. And as for the presents, that shocked him.
"Sam?" he asked. If his brother pulled off some damn attempt to celebrate Christmas, he was seriously gonna pound him.
But the younger brother was still sleeping. The two young men had just finished a wendigo hunt around Minnesota, and now they were huddling down for a day or two to sleep.
That was Christmas for them. At least, most years.
He rolled onto his back, blinking the drowsiness. It was still kind of dark outside, so probably around early 7 AM. Why the hell was he awake?
And why the hell was there a goddamn tree and wrapped presents?
"Merry Christmas, Dean." a voice said. Dean shot up from his bed to see Castiel standing at the foot of his bed. The angel in the trench coat was actually wearing a Santa hat, and Christmas lights tangled around his body. They were flashing, a
Dean's head jerked from the screen of the laptop, alert. He turned and saw nothing in the crummy motel room. Sam was out for a supply run, hopefully getting Dean's pie. Shrugging, he went back to watching BustyAsianBeauties.com.
Irritated, Dean shut the laptop and looked around the room. It was empty. Nothing under the bed, in the closet, bathroom...
"Okay, seriously, what the hell is going on here?" Dean demanded. Instead of getting a verbal answer, Cas appeared 3 inches away from his face. Dean yelped and fell back on the floor, staring dizzily at the ceiling.
"Hello *hic* Dean." Castiel said, staring down at him.
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean glared at him, scrambling to his feet. "Why'd ya have to do that?"
"I have no control my appearances. I *hic*-" and he vanished again, appearing on the other side of the room. "Hiccup. I hiccup."
Dean stared at him in bewilderment before bursting out laughing. "Oh man, that's actually really funny."
"Why?" Cas frowned at
Been A Long TimeIt was annoying, really, how emotions and memories flood your mind all over again right when you feel safe. That is, if you could feel safe when you're leg is broken and there's some crazy ass monsters looking to eat you.
But it was better than standing in the rubble of the place you called home for a few years. Home, to him, was not just a place you spent your time in, researching hunts and recovering from the horrible things he saw, and felt. It was the fact that he always felt safe there. And his family was there. Bobby's house was the one place that they could meet up in and think, "maybe if I just spend a little time with grumpy Bobby and puppy eyed Sam, everything will be okay for a little while."
Then came Sam. He seemed better with his hallucinations, or at least Dean thought so. On the drive to the safe house, he'd flinch, grimace, and press against his hand stitches. Dean was too high on morphine to nag him about it. There was so much shit between him and his brother recently
Hey, Dad Chapter 1John Winchester was a man of few regrets. He did what he had to do and that was the end of it. He makes a mistake, he accepts the consequences. And he certainly never second guessed a high paid job to interrogate a murderer.
Today, however, was going to have John REALLY doubting his instinct. 23 year old Meg Silverman sat bound to a wooden chair, lazily boring her gaze into his turned back. The petite fugitive had committed over 30 murders over the last 5 years, firstly road truckers she hitchhiked from, then dangerously moved up the food chain to killing an enemies loved one, or in a criminal or thug's case, valuable asset, the reason John had been hired by "Azazel". Meg had made the mistake of murdering the crime lords best assassin. That, and she had had hold of a hard drive full of "need to know" information.
"What's wrong Johnny? Little timid to try your tricks with a pretty little girl like me?" Meg's voice held steady with sarcasm.
"No, your pretty much the same as every skeevy