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.
I Always Thought I'd Die AloneDean's okay with dying.
"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
The Pie Who Loved Me Ch.2Dean Winchester was faced with a dilemma.
Sweat beaded across his forehead and his upper lip. One sweat drop rolled slowly down the side of his face. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing with the action. His hazel green eyes darted between his choices. Oh, which one, which one?
"Dean, dude, seriously! Just pick one!" his younger brother Sam said peevishly. "God Pie is pie, man."
Dean swung his gaze up to glare at the younger Winchester. "Bitch, take that back!" he hissed. A light flush stained his sharp cheekbones. "It's not just pie, okay! It's PIES."
"It ain't hard, jerk. Pick one already; apple or cherry," Sam muttered, backing down from the challenge in his brother's eyes.
"And don't forget the blueberry, dear!" their waitress chirped as she popped by their table. "Y'all ready to order a slice of dessert now?"
Sam resisted the urge to twitch and gave the woman a strained smile. "Just the chocolate cake, thanks," he answered. The tall man glared heatedly at Dean. "Dean, orde
The Pie Who Loved Me Ch.1Dean loves pie. In fact, it was one of the things that kept him going, especially in the crappy motel rooms. Going to the diner to get some pie always made him feel better.
"GIVE ME SOME PIE!" Was one of the things that a grouchy Dean had growled to Sam that night. ]
The crust was golden, steaming fresh. Sugar crystals made that beautiful pie just sparkle. The tin it had been baked in was deep and the crisp, cinnamon-y apple smell wafted in the air. Dean Winchester, lover of delicious pastries (especially pie), was practically drooling at the sight. "Oh baby, oh baby, please," he muttered.
His brother Sam threw him a weird look and then eyed the pie. He sighed and turned back to the cashier of the diner. "Could you add that pie to our to-go order?" he asked. He ignored Dean's rapturous moan of wanton delight.
"The whole thing?" the cashier replied incredulously. She gulped when Sam went puppy-eyed on her. "Oh " she sighed. "You got it." She was nearly blinded by his smile, giddy a