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Human Nature

Written: 20.06.14

Words: 445

Crobby


Bobby startled awake at the crash that came from the kitchen. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he cautiously got up from his desk, the boys shouldn’t be back yet.

He grabbed the Colt off the edge of the desk as he approached, taking aim as the kitchen door opened.

“Wait!” Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender, “It’s just me.”

“Jesus!” Bobby let out a breath as he saw it was the demon, tucking the gun into the back of his pants, “How the hell do you keep getting in here?”

“Let’s just say some of your warding isn’t as up-to-date as you think,” Crowley smiled, taking a sip from the drink in his hand.

Bobby took the drink and made his way back over to the desk, “Thanks for the tip.”

“Is that any way to treat an old friend?”

Bobby shot a look at the demon, “Friends usually don’t have to break in.”

“Please,” Crowley waved a dismissive hand, “Breaking in would actually require effort.”

“You said you were here why again?”

“Can’t I come by just to chat?” At the disbelieving look on the hunters’ face, the demon sighed, “Fine.” He took a few steps toward the desk, “I was hoping to get your help with something.”

“No.”

Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask!”

“Yeah, well, last time you needed my help, I ended up losing my soul,” Bobby shot him a look as he took a seat at his desk, “So excuse me if I’m not exactly jumping at the chance to relive that.”

Crowley took a seat on the edge of the desk, “I gave it back, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, after I had to dig up your bones.”

“Semantics.” He waved a dismissive hand, “The important thing now is that you have it.”

Bobby gave the demon another look as he took the Colt out of his pants, placing it down on the desk, “You better get to your point if you don’t want another hole in one of your suits.”

Crowley shook his head, “Must you always be so… you about everything? I mean, honestly…”

Bobby gave the demon a once over as he let his voice trail off before sighing, taking his ball cap off to run a hand through his hair, “Listen, Princess, I don’t got all day. So why don’t you make yourself useful and wait for me upstairs?”

Crowley’s jaw dropped at the hunters’ suggestion. He open and closed his mouth a few times in stunned silence, before a wicked smile split his face as he eagerly hopped off the desk, “Happily.”


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A Lord and A Loser (Preview)

Written: 20.06.23

Words: 575

Dexter, 2020’s Halloween Fic

This is my first Dexter fic! It’s written from a victims’ POV. I hope you enjoy!


You groan as you come to, rolling your head from one side to the other. Your eyes fly open as you try to stretch out your limbs and feel them restrained. You strain your neck to look at the bonds, what the hell? Is that… plastic?

“Oh good,” a tall man wearing an apron and gloves comes into your field of vision, “I was hoping you’d wake up soon.”

Your brows knit in confusion, “W-what’s going on?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and points to a blank wall, “Usually, I’d make sure you knew exactly why you’re here,” turns away, walking a few paces back out of your line of sight, returning a moment later holding a knife, “But we don’t have time for that.”

“P-please, I don’t-” you cut yourself off as he comes around your head, and you feel a sharp sting on your cheek, “Please, j-just let me go.”

He carefully gathers blood from the cut into a small bulb syringe, before squeezing it out onto a blood slide, “We both know I can’t do that.”

“I,” you swallow thickly, what is wrong with this guy? “I haven’t done anything. Please.”

A faint smile lights up his features as he stares at the slide for a moment. He stays silent, starring at it for a beat too long, and the boulder in your stomach grows. He blinks at you, refocusing his eyes on the now – face going back to being creepily blank as he pockets the slide, “I wouldn’t call killing three children ‘nothing’.”


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2 Sentence Horror Stories (Preview)

Hey guys!

So for this Halloween, I thought I’d try my hand at some 2 sentence horror stories. Because you don’t need many words to get creeped out/scared. It was a fun challenge for myself, as I’m typically more of a ‘use ALL the words’ writer.

Also, I thought it might be fun to give you 1 horror story for every day from now until Halloween, which is why there is 23 stories below. So feel free to read all at once, or just read 1 a day from now until then.

Either way, I hope you enjoy them! (Also don’t fret – there will be a full Halloween story coming Oct. 23rd)


Started: 20.05.28

Finished: 20.06.09


  1. “Come to bed,” a voice whispers in the darkness.

I freeze in the doorway as I see my dead wife sitting on our bed, dropping the shovel in surprise, how does she keep getting out?

 

  1. Tears were shining in my eyes as I picked up my new born daughter. I held her up to my wife, as I patted her on the head, “It’s too bad you didn’t live to see her.”

 

  1. I stare at myself in the mirror, splashing cold water on my face, you need to get some sleep.

My reflection smirks back at me, before reaching through the glass, “Not tonight.”

 

  1. “Daddy, come play with me!”

I shake my head, blinking back tears as I lower another shovelful of dirt onto the grave, “No, Princess, it’s time for bed.”

 

  1. “Daddy, come tuck me in!”

I rub the sleep from my eyes as I get out of bed, shaking my head as I pad down the hallway, I never should’ve dug her up.

 

  1. I wiped a tear from my eye as I tore up the plane tickets, “It’s okay, we can always get them refunded,” I pressed a kiss to my girlfriends’ hand before getting up, heading for bed, why did you have to kill yourself this week?

 

  1. “There, see?” I open the closet door and give my son a pointed look, “No monsters.”

He smiles in satisfaction before sinking down into his bed as I head for the door, letting out a sigh of relief, thank God he didn’t look up.

 

  1. You awake from a deep sleep to the distinct feeling something is ‘off’.

Then you see the spider crawl out of your mouth.

 

  1. I see the blood on the window sill and immediately begin backing out of the room, I know how this ends.

I feel somebody grab me from behind, chuckling, “Oh, do you?”

 

  1. It’s kind of dark in here, I think as I get up to go to the bathroom.

Then the light clicks on.


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Second Wind (Preview)

Started: 19.07.09

Finished: 20.06.08

Words: 776

Sam x Jess


“Why can’t you just-” Sam cut himself off, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, don’t say something you’ll regret.

“Whoa, calm down, Texas.” Jess unfolded her arms and took a step toward the giant, “It was just a salt and burn, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“That’s not the point.” The giant let her guide him down to the couch, “You shouldn’t be hunting alone.”

“Pfft, what?” Jess gave him an incredulous look, “So you get to go out on hunts alone, and I can’t go out at all?” At the giants’ semi-nod, she raised an eyebrow at him, “You better be joking.”

“Well… it’s not…. I mean, you’re not, y’know….” he let his voice trail off, casting his gaze down, how can I make you understand?

“Not what, Sam? A guy?” She scoffed, “Good luck making that argument to Ellen. Or Jody.”

He was shaking his head, getting up off the couch, “No, that’s not… they’re different -”

“So… what?” Jess followed him up, re-crossing her arms over her chest, “I can’t hunt because I don’t have anyone close to me who’s been killed by a monster?”


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Pancakes

Started: 19.11.25

Finished: 20.02.06

Words: 548

Destiel, fluff


“De-an!”

The sing-song voice floated up the stairs, disrupting the ex-hunters’ sleep. He groaned and rolled over, burying his head beneath the pillow.

He removed the pillow and sniffed the air after a moment, stomach rumbling as the scent hit his nose, pancakes? Dean shot up, sniffing the air more intently, chocolate chip pancakes? He rolled out of bed, ignoring the goose bumps that broke out across his skin as the cold air him him, it’s not my birthday… he grabbed a shirt off the doorknob before freezing at the top of the stairs, shit… is it our anniversary?

He scrambled back to the bedroom, nearly falling over himself to get a look at the calendar. Thank God, he deflated with relief as he saw it wasn’t their anniversary, that could’ve been so bad. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out a breath, okay, if it’s not our anniversary, then why is he making pancakes?

The blonde turned from the calendar and started back toward the stairs, only one way to find out… He began down the stairs slowly, keeping his eyes and ears open for any indication of whatever it was he was missing. He rounded the corner and leaned himself against the doorframe in the kitchen, watching as the raven-haired man ladled batter onto the flat top. The blondes’ eyes roamed over the table, nothing out of the ordinary…

“There you are!” Cas gave him a thousand-watt smile and placed a plate piled high with pancakes down on the table, arching an eyebrow, “Well?” He gestured to the chair before spinning back around to the stove, “They’re gonna get cold.”

“Sorry,” the blonde took a seat, starring at the stack in front of him, smell enveloping his senses, man they smell good. “What’s the occasion?”

He watched his boyfriends’ back carefully for any indication he should know what was happening, but to his surprise, he just shrugged before turning back around, giant smile still on his face, “It’s Pancake Day.”

“Pancake Day?”

“Yeah,” Cas sat himself down, his plate almost empty compared to the monster stack on the Winchesters’, “I read about it online, and didn’t think you’d mind if we made it a tradition.”

“Oh,” the blonde nodded slowly and felt himself relax more as he learned he wasn’t in fact forgetting anything. He noticed the look on his lovers’ face and his brows creased in confusion, “What?”

Cas smiled and shook his head, “I just thought you’d be happier. If you don’t like the pancakes, we don’t have to-”

“No! No, it’s not that…” Dean rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, should I tell him? “I mean, I would love to make pancakes a tradition.”

“Ooohhh, I get it,” he reached for the syrup.

“You do?”

“You thought you were in trouble.”

“Well…” he took in the raven-haired mans’ expression and felt his cheeks heat up, “yes, okay? I thought – only for a second – that maybe I had forgotten our anniversary or something.”

“Don’t worry,” Cas’ smile returned, and he was barely able to hold in his chuckles, “If you ever did forget something that big, you wouldn’t be waking up to the scent of pancakes.”

“N-no?”

“Nope,” he passed the syrup and winked, “You’d wake up wearing them.”


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New Years (Preview)

Started: 19.11.19

Finished: 19.11.25

Words: 1,854


“It’s ruined! Ruined! Why do bad things happen to good people? I’m a good person. Aren’t I a good person? Why? Why must I be punished?”

Dean came out of the kitchen, black smoke billowing out around him as he hurried in the direction of the smoke detector.

“Uh, is every–” the smoke alarm blared, cutting off the younger Winchesters’ question.

Dean took in a heavy sigh and waved a towel in front of it vigorously with both hands. Sam shot a look over to Gabriel before they sprung up, opening all the windows in the living room. Grabbing decorative pillows off the couch, they hustled over to help Dean wave away the smoke. Between the three of them, it wasn’t long before the thick haze began to clear and it looked like they might be able to salvage their evening.

And then the sprinklers went off.

Defeated, Dean scrubbed a hand through his now-wet hair, “Awesome.” Dropping the towel, he snagged a beer from the case on the coffee table in front of the couch. Twisting the cap off, he took a long pull from the bottle before making his way to the front door, disappearing outside.

“For the love of Liza Minnelli!” Cas stomped out of the kitchen, hair matting under the shower from the ceiling. He flicked some sopping hair out of his face as he spotted the two guests. He spread both arms wide, “Are you seeing this? Well, I hope everyone’s thirsty, because apparently? All we’re serving this evening is water. No, no champagne for us. We’re much too good for that.” He scrunched up his face in distaste, “Champagne, so boujee.” He flicked his sopping hair out of his eyes again, “So we’re trying something new. Isn’t that simply fabulous?” He laughed hysterically for a moment and then sobbed. His face crumbling into a pout, he put a hand over his heart, “I can’t. I can’t even. I mean, how am I meant to salvage this catastrophe? This would take more fabulous than the entire cast of Queer as Folk and The L Word combined. I could die. I could just die!”

Shoulders slumping, he ticked the items off on his fingers one-by-one, “Hors d’oeuvres? Burnt to a crisp! Wine? Out of stock. Out of stock. How could it be ‘out of stock’? It’s a ‘wine store’!” He rolled his eyes and then looked down at the floor, “And this. Just look at this. It’s like the last 2 minutes of the sinking of the Titanic in here. That’s it.” He threw his hands up into the air in defeat. “I’m done. I’m cancelling New Years!”


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(Goddamn) Fairytales (Preview)

Written: 19.11.18

Words: 2,586

Wee!Chesters, (2019’s X-Mas Fic)


She pointed to the stairs, “I left the suit on the bed.”

He groaned before standing, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “Why do I have to dress up?”

“Because they deserve it.” She looked around the rundown house and sighed, “It’s not like we have an abundance of holiday cheer in here.”

“I don’t-”

“For Gods’ sake, you told Dean about monsters this year!” She spun around, slamming the bottles down, “I want him to know that doesn’t mean there isn’t still good out there.”

John blinked at her in surprise, taking a few steps toward her before letting out a heavy sigh, scrubbing a hand through his hair, changing directions, “O-okay. I’ll go.”

“Thank-you,” she picked the bottles back up before disappearing into the kitchen. “Be ready to leave in fifteen.”

“…Why?”

“You have to get Deans’ pie.”

He stopped halfway up the stairs, “You didn’t make one?”

She poked her head out of the kitchen doors, giving him a bewildered look, “I’m sorry, have we met?”

He chuckled before starting back up them, “Right. Sorry.”

 

 

“Well? Whaddya say?” Mary held out the box of decorations, smile plastered on her face.

“Hell yeah!” Dean snatched the box, before running over to the undecorated tree, thousand-watt smile lighting his features.

Sam shook his head before joining his brother, digging out a box of big, blue glass bulbs.

Dean dug out the garlands, wrapping it around his hand before using it as a whip, chuckling, “Hey look! I’m Indiana Jones!”

Mary chuckled and shook her head, “Be careful with those, Dean.”

Sam smiled as he placed a bulb on the tree, “This is awesome, Mom! Just like I always imag-” he cut himself off and blinked, as if just noticing what was happening.

Mary made her way over to him, slightly crouching, “What’s wrong, Sammy?”

His brows creased in confusion and he looked around, “I… I don’t…” He chewed his lip as he turned his gaze out the window, catching a glimpse of something he couldn’t make out, “This doesn’t seem…. right.”


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Something About Thanksgiving (Preview)

Started: 19.10.03

Finished: 19.11.08

Words: 912


“In Canada they celebrate Thanksgiving in October,” she shrugged, taking the seat beside him, “so I thought maybe we could make that our tradition.”

Sam tore his eyes away from the food to look up at the blonde, confusion still evident on his face, “But… what are we gonna celebrate in November?”

Jess’ smile slightly faded at the question, “Y-you don’t know?”

She sighed in disappointment as his face stayed the same, holding her head in her hands, “You’re right,” she stood, grabbing one of the dishes from the table, “This was a stupid idea.”

“Whoa, hey,” he stood, taking the dish, searching her eyes, “What’d I do?”

She studied his face, impatience growing, “You really can’t think of anything important in November? No important dates come to mind?”

Sam blinked in surprise before thinking, chewing his lip slightly as he did so, before shaking his head, “No, not really. Why?”

Jess rolled her eyes, stealing the dish back, “Oh, great. Good to know I mean nothing,” she stomped away into the kitchen.

“Whoa, what?” He followed her through the door, and she could feel his eyes on her back as she faced the counter, “What are you talking about?”

She took a deep breath before turning back to face him, “Our anniversary is in November, dumb-ass.”

Sam chuckled, “Oh.”


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How Wild It Was (To Let It Be) – Preview

Originally Written/Started: 15.11.17

Finished: 19.07.17

Words: 1,955


“Where’s your brother?”

“He’s out on a food run,” Dean got up from the table and threw his empty beer in the trash.

Crowley looked around the room and took a few steps closer to the hunter, “You know why I’m here?”

“Yeah, I know why,” Dean walked forward, meeting the demon halfway, no more than a few inches away from him.

“Good,” he smiled, “then you’ll give me what I want?”

The blonde grabbed the front of his suit and swung him around into the wall, slamming him hard into it before getting close enough to smell the whisky on his breath. The demon let out a startled cry and struggled uselessly against his grip.

“You think, that just because you showed up, I’d give you what you wanted?”

Crowley blinked in surprise and stammered mutely for a minute.

“Because if you did,” he leaned impossibly closer, “you’d be right.”

In the next instant, the demon felt the Winchesters’ lips on his own. The hunter pressed his body against him, squishing him harder into the wall, pulling a deep moan from the demon.

The blonde stepped back, letting him fall to the ground, panting and smirked down at him.

“Wh-what was that?”

Dean didn’t respond, instead opting to take him by the collar again and drag him back to his feet, turning him around before letting him stumble out of reach.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Crowley’s shocked look only made the hunter’s smile grow wider, as he closed the distance again, “Won’t Moose be back soon?”

“We’ve got time,” Dean pushed the demon backward and he felt his back hit the bed.

Crowley gaped at him, “I don’t think-”

“Shut up.”

Crowley eased himself up the bed, trying to put distance between himself and the hunter, but didn’t respond. Dean smiled before crawling onto the bed after him.

“Squirrel-”

“This,” he cut the demon off, before getting onto his knees, undoing his belt, “is for what you did to Sammy.”


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Hold Your Breath (Preview)

Started: 17.11.23

Finished: 19.04.06

Words: 2,613

Sabriel, Hallucifer, TW: Suicide (Attempted/After-Math)


Sam huffed as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, why can’t I get you to shut up?

“Sam, we’ve been over this,” the devil crossed his legs as he sat on the toilet seat, “thinking at me is the same as talking. Might as well use your voice.”

No, he shook his head violently, making himself dizzy from the force, you’re not real.

Lucifer sighed before getting up off the toilet, coming up behind the giant, lips barely an inch away from his ear, “Are you sure?”

The brunette couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine at the words, the way the breath tickled the hair on his ear, how could he-

“Sammich? You okay in there?”

He jumped at the voice, heart practically leaping out of his chest. His eyes swept the room, not seeing the fallen angel anywhere.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair as he took a deep breath, “Y-yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”

The giant held his breath as he waited to hear retreating footsteps. He deflated against the sink, turning back before turning it on, bringing some water up to his face, that was close.

“Don’t worry, Sam,” Lucifer clapped him on the shoulder, smiling at their reflections, “you won’t have to keep me a secret much longer.”

 

 

“He’s in shock, but other than that he’s fine. No broken bones, barely even a scratch. From a fall that high, I’d say he’s pretty…”

The EMT’s voice droned on in the background, as he sat on the edge of the ambulance, picking at the lip of the paper cup in his hands, shock… this is what shock feels like?

“I know it’s not quite the outcome you wanted,” Lucifer came over and sat beside him, “but hey, you did want a body to hit the sidewalk, so… that’s still a win, right?”

Sam shook his head, how can you say that? He was your brother.

“Oh, c’mon. It’s not like I killed him.”

He scoffed, eyes still on the now-covered body, why did you come after me?

“You know why.”

I don’t-

“He loved you, Sam. Just like I told you.”

No, no he didn’t. He wasn’t- he tore his eyes away from the body to look at the fallen angel, “Why are you even still here? You got what you wanted.”

“How many times do I have to tell you?” The blonde blew out a breath and looked at the body bag, “He loved you. I never would’ve-” he cut himself off as he looked down.

Sam eyed him for a moment, “This is a trick, right?”

“What?”

“This is all just you, right? You’re tricking me into thinking that-”

“No, Sam, I’m not.”

He glanced back up to the body bag, boulder settling into his stomach, no, this can’t- there’s no way this is- He turned back to the blonde, lump forming in his throat as he noted his sad expression, “Please tell me this isn’t real.”

The devil hung his head lower, not meeting the ex-hunter’s eyes.

The giant swallowed thickly, no, this- this can’t be real. “Y-you’re lying.”

“I’m sorry, Sam.”

“No!” He stood up, hands balling into fists at his sides, glaring at the shorter man, “You’re lying!”


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