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Straight and Narrow (Preview)

This is fic #4 of the Unlearning Series.

Started: 21.05.17

Finished: 21.05.22

Words: 5,273

Sabriel, Destiel, Crobby (Implied)


Dean’s eyes swept over the guests, and he groaned as he spotted Bobby sitting with Crowley, oh, great.

“What is it?” Cas looked out in the direction he was starring at, “Oh,” he rolled his eyes, “They’re sitting on the opposite side of the church, don’t you dare start anything.”

Dean turned to his angel, offended, “I wouldn’t start anything.” He pursed his lips as his eyes slid back over to the pair, “I just… I didn’t expect him to be here, that’s all. He’s not exactly Sam and Gabriel’s biggest fan.”

Cas rolled his eyes again as the music started, and everyone stood, “He’s probably just here as Bobby’s plus one.”

“Yeah…” Dean let his voice trail off as he watched his brother and Gabriel start down the aisle. As they made their way toward the front, his eyes flicked back to the pew Bobby was in, and he instantly started scanning the church as Crowley was no longer standing beside him. Where did he…? He spotted the demon walking quickly down the side of the pews, headed toward the back of the church. Yeah, I don’t think so. Dean wiggled passed his daughter – to the end of the pew that wasn’t closest to the aisle his brother was walking down – only to be stopped by a questioning look from his angel, “Bathroom.”

Cas’ eyebrows shot up, “Now?”

He gave a half-shrug, “I’ll be back before they say ‘I do.’ Promise.”

Cas shook his head and let him pass, “You’re worse than the kids.”

Dean gave him an apologetic smile before practically running down the side of the church, eyes going back to the demon. Where is he going? He made it to the open doors at the back of the room, and ducked out, doing his best to not look suspicious as the doorman gave him a weird look. He scanned the small foyer for the demon, pit dropping into his stomach as he watched him round a corner with someone who definitely wasn’t working the wedding, that can’t be good.


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Romantic Dreaming

Written: 19.09.13
Words: 366
Sam x Jess

“I don’t like this.”

“Of course you don’t,” Jess smirked down at the giant before swinging her leg over the top of the fence, beginning to climb down the opposite side.

Sam shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other, starring up at her from the ground, “I just don’t understand why we can’t go somewhere else.” His eyes drifted to the No Trespassing sign that was hanging a few feet away, “Somewhere a little less… trespass-y.”

Jess rolled her eyes, “Will you quit being such a wuss and start climbing?”

“I’m not being a wuss!”

She gave him a pointed look, “If you hurried up, there’d be less of a chance of us getting caught, y’know.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, taking a look around the deserted road, “I just don’t want us to get in trouble.” He lunged forward as her hand slipped and she slid down the fence a few feet, “Or hurt.”

“I’m fine.” She waved a dismissive hand at him and continued to climb down the fence, more slowly than before. “Come on Sam,” she paused as she was more or less eye-level with the giant, wiggling her eyebrows at him from between the chain links, “Come be bad with me.”

Sam rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, letting out a sigh, “Jess-”

“Fine,” She jumped the remaining distance, landing easily on the ground, wiping her hands across her jeans, “You wait here then. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Wha…? Jess, come on.”

“No, you come on.” She took a step closer to the fence, anger clouding her expression, “I didn’t come all the way out here just to let a fence stop me.” She turned on her heal, beginning to walk away.

“Jess!” He watched as she walked away, nearly disappearing into the sunset, fuck.

He starred up at the fence for a moment, before shaking his head, she can’t go alone. Taking in a deep breath, he started up the fence, hoping to whoever was up there that this airport didn’t have any hidden security cameras. If you get us arrested on the night I’m gonna propose, I swear to God…


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Buttercup The Squirrel (Preview)

Written: 14.02.09

Rewritten: 21.01.24

Words: 671

NFF, Funny


On her upcoming birthday, she wished she’d be able to sail around the world. Her owners were old however, and they rarely left the dock nowadays. So, Buttercup decided to take matters into her own hands. She figured, if she could get the Smelly Liquid to fuel the boat, her owners would be more likely to reconsider.

Resolved with her decision to help, Buttercup undoes the latch on her cage and jumps out the window, narrowly missing the dock and landing in the water. She scurries quickly down the old wooden boards, knowing she has to be careful now – outside her boat, she looks no different than any other squirrel. She scurries through the park, getting only momentarily distracted by a nearby acorn.

She shakes her head before pushing onward, unsure of where she could find the Smelly Liquid. She stops running as she reaches the edge of the park, and looks up and down the street in front of her, unsure of which way to go. She thinks for moment, overcome with joy as she sees a sign on a nearby building. Perfect!


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Hard to Love (Preview)

This is Fic #3 of the Unlearning Series

Started: 21.04.12

Finished: 21.04.22

Words: 3,361

Sabriel, Destiel


“Are you, Dean Winchester seriously trying to tell me that you’re not going to be there for your brother?”

“Cas, he doesn’t-”

“And since when has that ever stopped you?” Cas took a few steps closer to his love, giving him a pointed look, “You’ve spent 99% of your life doing what was good for your brother – whether he liked it or not – but now you’re just gonna roll over and do what he wants?” He shrugged, backing off a few steps, “I never thought I’d live to see the day Dean Winchester abandoned his brother.”

“Whoa, hey,” Dean took a few steps closer, voice hard, “I’m not abandoning him. I’m doing what he wants.”

Cas rolled his eyes, “He wants you at the wedding!”

“But he said-”

“Right, yeah. Because you’ve never said something you didn’t mean when you were angry, right?” He placed his hands on the hunter’s arms, holding his gaze, “You not being there will only make things worse.”

Dean opened his mouth to reply, but closed it silently a moment later. He searched the angel’s face before sighing, “You’re right.”

Cas blinked at him in surprise, “I-I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

The corner of the blonde’s mouth turned up into a smile, “You’re right, okay? I know I should be there, and I want to be there, but I just…” he ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t know how to-”

“Listen,” Cas shook him slightly, “No one is saying you need to unlearn all your internalized hatred overnight. He’s only asking that you try. Do you think you can do that?”

Dean nodded before wrapping his angel up in his arms, “Thank-you.”

“Wow,” Cas backed out of the hug after a minute, cheeky smile on his face, “I was right and got a thank-you?” He bumped the hunter’s arm, “See? You’re getting better already.”


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(I Ain’t) Going Out Like That (Preview)

Written: 21.02.04

Words: 481

Gen., C2C


“Whoa, dude,” Dean raised an eyebrow as he came down the stairs after him, “You can’t shower first.”

“Why not?”

Dean gave him an incredulous look, “Uh, how about because I did most of the work?”

“It’s my shower.”

“Yeah,” Dean dropped his bag on the table, giving his brother a thousand-watt smile as he went to walk past him, “but I’m the oldest, so…”

Sam stopped him with a hand on his chest, “It’s not my fault you broke your shower.”

“I didn’t break it!” Dean shifted his weight under his brothers’ pointed look, “This place is just…old.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Riiight. The pipe just happened to break while you were having shower sex.”


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Top 10 WORST Things About Being a Writer

10. When you’re writing in a notebook and start running out of space on the current line, but you have just one more word so you start writing the letters on top of each other so you don’t ‘waste’ a whole other line.

9. Having bits of stories in 10+ notebooks and having to go through all of them when you’re trying to find the one that you need.

8. In summer, when you finally find a good spot to write outside, and one day you show up and someone else is there.

7. When you’re in the middle of a scene and you’re suddenly pulled out because for some reason this song is 10x louder than every other song on your playlist.

6. When you get a kick-ass idea for a story in the shower, so you begin to repeat it to yourself and finish as quickly as possible, then run to the nearest paper and pen and desperately start trying to write down everything you just thought of before you forget it.

5. When you get an idea for a story and try to excuse yourself from the social thing you’re doing, but that is the same exact moment literally everybody must tell you something and no it most definitely can not wait. So you’re only half listening while trying desperately to hold onto the idea that you can feel is starting to slip away.

4. When you’re brain is going too fast for your fingers to keep up with when typing, so you end up missing a bunch of words, or end up with half of one word and half of another smushed together. (Or [in rare cases] end up with 4 different words smushed together into 1 giant nonsensical word)

3. Having to lower your music because you can’t hear your characters talking.

2. Knowing you 100000% wrote this idea down somewhere and not being able to find it even though you went through every notebook and Word document you’ve ever written in your life. Then finding it three days later once you broke down and decided to rewrite it from memory.

1. As soon as you decide to go to bed, your brain is a little shit and begins to think of all the ideas ever.


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Shut Eye

Request #24, from hallmarkdestiel (Tumblr): I have another idea. There was only one bed. But it’s Crobby.
Started: 21.04.02
Finished: 21.04.05
Words: 1,425
Crobby

“I told you I’ll be fine,” Bobby growled into the phone as he shifted the file he was holding to dig out his motel key. “I did used to hunt solo before you idjits needed me to run phones on every case, y’know.” He wrenched the door open after a moment, tripping on the lip of it, “Balls!”

He landed hard on the motel floor, file and cell phone shooting out from his hands. He got himself to a sitting position, removing his ball cap to run a hand through his hair as he watched all the papers from the file flutter to the floor. He let out a long sigh, before grabbing the phone off the ground, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, Dean. I just tripped.” He got himself back to his feet and closed the motel door, “Who’s bright idea was it to put a step on a ground-level room?”

Bobby shook his head as he locked the door, resisting the urge to sigh again, “Listen, Dean, I’d love to continue this conversation, but unlike you boys, I don’t keep a pee bottle in my truck, so unless you wanna-” He cut himself off, face splitting into a smile as the line disconnected, I’ve gotta remember that one more often.

He kicked his shoes off before collapsing on the bed, letting out a groan as he sank into the mattress. He checked the time on the digital clock beside the bed, before his eyes slipped closed, I have time for a quick nap before meeting with the coroner.

 

 

“Bobby…”

Bobby rolled over, toward the voice of his wife, not bothering to open his eyes.

She chuckled as he flung his arm over her middle, pulling her closer, “Bobby, we don’t have time for that. You’re late.”

“J’s five m’re minutes…” He felt her roll over, arm falling onto the bed and he frowned, “Nooo…”

“I’d love to stay, Darling, but you’re really going to be late.” His tired brain was unable to place what sounded off with her voice, so he finally decided to crack an eye open – to see a brunette with a beard starring back at him, “Morning Sunshine.”

Whoa! Bobby startled awake, grabbing for the gun under the pillow, firing off a shot before his brain caught up to what was in front of him. He heard an annoyed sigh, before the springs of the bed creaked as the man got up, “Are you going to shoot me every time?”

Bobby finally placed the accent and stood from the bed, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well I was checking on you,” Crowley huffed, checking out the new bullet hole in his suit, “But apparently even asleep you’re protected.” He shook his head, eyes going back to the hunter, “Seriously, I’m gonna have to start billing you for my dry cleaning.”

“Dean sent you to check on me?” At the nod, Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face, “That boy needs to calm down. I haven’t even been gone a whole day yet and-”

“Uh, what?” Crowley shook his head as Bobby blinked at him, “You’ve been gone three days, mate.”

“What?” Bobby dug his phone out of his pocket, “No, that’s not-” he cut himself off as his eyes landed on the date in the corner, that can’t be right. “I’ve been asleep for three days?”

“I know you’re getting up there, but that seems a tad overkill, don’t you think?”

Bobby shot the demon a look, “Aren’t you like three hundred years old?”

Crowley scowled, “Nevermind that.” He crossed the room, making a whiskey glass appear on the small kitchen table, “You weren’t snoring.”

“Excuse me?”

The demon took a swig from his glass, “You weren’t snoring.” At the unchanged expression, Crowley sighed, “Just… trust me, you snore when you sleep. But not this time. Ergo…”

“I wasn’t asleep.” Bobby’s brows furrowed, I was drugged? I haven’t even been in town- His face changed as he remembered the diner, “Shit.”

The corner of Crowley’s mouth pulled up into a smile, “Care to share with the class?”

“The diner,” Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face, “I stopped for a burger last night. That’s gotta be where the thing is hiding.”

“Excellent!” Crowley took a few steps forward, finishing his drink, “Then let’s go.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow, “You’re not coming.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t need your help?”

“Pfft, please. You just lost three days because of a burger.”

Bobby rolled his eyes, “Tell Dean I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Fine,” Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender, “Go without me. But don’t expect me to swoop in and save you when things go sideways.”

Bobby snorted, “Deal.”

With that, the demon was gone. Bobby took in a deep breath, looking around the motel room, noting the file was sitting on the kitchen counter – back together. He shook his head before shoving on his shoes, heading for the door, let’s hope whatever it is is still there.

 

 

Bobby dug his key out of his pocket, shaking his head, what the hell kind of monster is this? I’ve never seen a body that- He stopped himself just inside the door as he spotted Crowley sitting at the kitchen table, “What the hell are you doing back here?”

“My job.”

“Right,” Bobby closed the door, tossing his jacket down on the bed, “And since when does the King of Hell take orders from hunters?”

Crowley bristled, getting up from the chair, “Well excuse me for not wanting to stay indebted to those denim-clad nightmares. I do have more important things to do than sit around and wait for them to call.”

“Great,” Bobby plopped himself down on the bed, kicking off his shoes, “Then why don’t you go do those more important things, and I’ll get on with the case?”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re crochet-y?”

Bobby snorted, “It’s been said.” He readjusted his ball cap as he watched the demon, who seemed hesitant. He let out a sigh, “Why are you really here?”

“I already told you-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re settling a score with Dean. But that doesn’t explain why you’re hanging around. You could’ve reported I was fine this morning and went about your business. But you’re still here. Why?”

Crowley shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “Can’t a friend just drop in on another?”

“We’re not friends.”

“Fine.” The demon sighed, swallowing what was left in his glass, “I thought this case maybe had something to do with an escaped Hellhound.”

“And now?”

Crowley shook his head, “I saw the body. If this was my girl, there wouldn’t have been that much left.”

Bobby took his hat off, running a hand through his hair, “And you didn’t tell me this at the beginning because…?”

Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, “Because I don’t exactly jump at the chance to announce I screwed up. I am the King, after all. I have to maintain a certain… reputation.”

You let a Hellhound escape?”

“See?” The demon pointed to his face, “That is exactly the kind of look I was trying to avoid.”

Bobby let out a sigh, “Fine. Stay and help. But it’s…” he checked the time on the bedside clock, “1am, so I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Perfect.”

Bobby watched as he made his way over to the bed, “What are you doing?”

Crowley blinked at the hunter innocently, “What?”

“You don’t sleep.”

He raised an eyebrow, “So that means I have to stand on the hardwood for eight hours while you sleep?” He shook his head, “Watching hunters sleep is more Castiel’s speed than mine.”

“I was thinking more you could go to Hell.”

Crowley frowned, “And here I thought we were just starting to get along.”

“I’m serious. Go do your other royal duties.” Bobby placed his hat on the bedside table, before digging his phone out of his pocket, “Come back in four hours and I can fill you in.”

“Four hours?” Crowley tsk-tsked the hunter, “That’s hardly enough time to do anything productive.”

Bobby snorted, “Well we’re not sleeping together so…”

Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he pulled back the covers, “Get over yourself. This bed is big enough for two people with plenty of space left between. You won’t even know I’m here.”

Bobby let out a yawn, before nodding, “Fine. On one condition.”

Crowley perked at that, and turned expectant eyes to the hunter, half-sitting on the bed, “Yes?”

“Take your shoes off.”


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Changing Eye/Skin Colour (PHSH Effect #15)

I know, I know, ‘you’re revisiting effects already? Does that mean you’re out of ideas?’ No, no it doesn’t. There’s no need to worry, I just thought I’d revisit this one, because I actually discovered an easier/more effective way to change someone’s eye colour, and this technique can be used to change the colour of more than just eyes! You can also do skin colour, hair, and pretty much whatever else you want!

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For this tutorial, we’ll be using the below black and white picture of an eye, but feel free to use any picture you like. Since you’re just starting, I’d recommending choosing a black and white picture to practice with, but note that this technique does work on pre-coloured pictures as well.

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Step 1:

Okay, by now you should know Step 0 is to always open a new work file, and to place your picture onto the document. After this, go over to the bottom of the Tools Panel on the left-hand side, and click on the button that’s under the Colour Swatches.

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Step 2:

Once you clicked that, go to your Paintbrush, and change the size/hardness of it, then begin to paint over the part of the picture you want to change the colour of. (In this case, it’s the iris) When you begin painting, it may turn red-ish/orange, don’t worry! This happens just to show you the part you’re painting. It won’t stay orange after you’re done this step.

For eyes, I like to try to get the size of the paint brush as close to the size of the iris as I can, so that I can paint with just one click, so the edges aren’t ‘bumpy’. Also, don’t worry about painting over the pupil for this step. We can clean up the paint later.

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Step 3:

Now that you’ve painted over the entire part you want to change, click the button under the Colour Swatches again, and you’ll notice the red goes away, and there should now be a slow-flashing dotted line around your image – this is showing that you’ve selected it.

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Step 4:

Go up to Select – Invert, this will now select the part you painted, instead of the part outside of that. (Don’t ask me why it defaults to selecting everything you didn’t paint, I have no idea)

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Okay, at this point, you can now change the colour by one of two ways:

Way #1:

Step 5:

With the iris still selected, go to the bottom of the Layers Panel, and go to where you’d make a colour a background, and select Solid Colour from the menu.

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Step 6:

After selecting the colour you want, at the top of the Layers Panel, there should be a box next to the Opacity drop-down that says Normal. Click on that to bring down a drop-down menu, and then select either Screen or Overlay from the menu. (Use whichever one makes the colour look the best)

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OR

Way #2:

Step 5:

Now that the part you want to change colours is selected, go to the top of your Layers Panel, and you should see a panel sitting on top with tabs in it, that are labelled Adjustments, Color, and Swatches. Click on the Adjustments tab, and then click on Hue/Saturation from the pictures listed. Hue/Saturation looks like a colour picker, and is beside the thing that looks like scales.

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Step 6:

After clicking Hue/Saturation, a panel should pop out, with different sliders on it. To change the iris colour, you can play with the Hue and Saturation sliders, until you find a colour you like. If you find that the colour is too subtle, (even with the Saturation on full), try checking the Colourize box at the bottom of the panel. This may help.

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(Back to both ways)

Step 7:

Once you have a colour you like, go to your Eraser tool, and erase the pupil, and if there is colour outside the edges/area you want to be coloured, erase that, too. If you used the Solid Colour method, you may get a dialogue box that comes up that says something about rasterizing the layer, or that it won’t be editable anymore, just click ‘okay’.

Once you have the edges/pupil all cleaned up, you’re done and ready to save!

I wouldn’t say this technique is easier than the other one, but this one is a lot more versatile, and as I said above, can be used on more than just eyes. It also makes it look more realistic, in my opinion. Once you’re happy with the pupil, why don’t you try to colourize the skin colour as well?

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Go ahead and play around with this effect, to see how it works best for your needs – the next tutorial will be coming Aug. 30th, so you’ll have plenty of time to master this one!

Next time, I’ll be showing you how to make a GIF! Oh, yes.

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When You Dream (Preview)

Started: 20.05.02

Finished: 21.03.24

Words: 1,879

Destiel (Implied), Sabriel (Implied), Hallucifer


Whoa! Whoa!” Deans’ panicked voice came from somewhere in front of him, and in the next instant there was a hand on his arm, forcing him to lower his gun, “Dude, put that away.”

Sam blinked rapidly, eyes slowly adjusting to the scene in front of him. He watched in confusion as Bobby slowly stood back up, ill-fitting plastic party hat hanging off the side of his head. The giant looked over to Cas and his brother, who were also wearing party hats, and only then noticed confetti was slowly floating down to the ground.

His brows furrowed further as he spotted the haphazardly hung streamers and balloons that lined the walls, “What, uh, what’s going on?”

“You almost shot me, that’s what.”

Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other, sending his father figure a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

Gabriel appeared then, blowing the noisemaker that was hanging from his mouth into his face. He thrust a party hat at the hunter, thousand-watt smile lightening up his features, “Happy birthday, Sammich!”

Sam raised an eyebrow at the angel, “… You threw me a party?”

Dean chuckled, making his way over to the table, picking up the half-drunk beer as he shook his head, “Told you.”

Gabriel shot a look at the blonde, before turning back to the giant, “Duh! What did you think we were just not gonna celebrate?”

Sam half-shrugged, fidgeting with the hat in his hands, “Well, I mean, I just… we don’t really celebrate my birthday, that’s all.”

What?” Gabriel gave the hunter an incredulous look, “Why not?”

Cas took a step forward, clearing his throat, “That may be partially our fault.” At the confused look he got, he shrugged, “Heaven was complacent with Azazel’s plan to kill Mary, then Jess, and only interfered after Dean got dragged to Hell… they made sure Sam didn’t feel his birth was worth celebrating, because he was to be Lucifer’s vessel.”

Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “That was our brothers, not us.” He shook his head and turned back to the giant, raising his hand, “Besides, my present will fix all that.”

“Whoa!” Sam backed up, “What are you…?” his brows furrowed as he read the angels’ face, before he raised his eyebrows, “Wait, were you going to erase my brain?”

“Not all of it,” he rolled his eyes, taking a step forward, “Just all the bad parts that happened on your birthday.”

“Wait,” Sam ducked away from the angels’ hand, side-stepping so he could back himself up into the room, “You can’t just wipe out my memories!”

Dean took a few charged steps forward, meeting his brother in the middle of the room, “You want to do what?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes, “What are you being so dramatic about? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve had your brain Windexed.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow, “And, where did you learn lobotomies made good presents?”


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Game Night (Preview)

Started: 21.03.25

Finished: 21.04.02

Words: 2,427

Sabriel, Destiel, Crobby

This is fic #2 of the Unlearning Series. (Living In The Shade is #1)


“Ten seconds!”

Dean stepped to the side of his notebook, turning expectant eyes to his love, “Cas, focus. You know what this is.”

Cas was on the edge of the couch, head tilted, brows furrowed, “Is it… an apartment building?”

“No!” Dean stomped his foot, tapping the marker next to his drawing, “C’mon, man! You’ve gotta get at least one!”

“A… School?”

“Time!”

Dean threw the marker down on the table, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “Fuck!” He made his way back over to the couch, collapsing in a huff as he picked up his beer, “I can’t believe you didn’t get any.

Cas let out an exasperated sigh, “Well it’s not like you helped much. You can’t just tap next to your drawing if I don’t get it – you try to draw something else!”

“Whatever.” The blonde took a long pull from his drink, “This is a stupid game.”

“You only think that because you guys are losing.” Gabriel smirked at the hunter from where he was sitting, placing the timer down, “I thought giving you an extra round would at least get you one point.”

Dean shot a look at the angel, “Well maybe the game is rigged?”

“Pfft, please,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “I don’t need to rig a game to beat you.”

“Listen here you candy-loving, brother-crawling-”

“Dean!” Bobby shot the blonde a pointed look, “Maybe it’s time we switch games.”

“Maybe it’s time we switch partners.”

Cas scoffed, “You think this is my fault?” He pointed to the notebook, “Maybe if you didn’t have the artistic skills of a kindergartener we would’ve actually won a round!” Cas turned back to the notebook, eyes squinting as he starred at the drawing, “Seriously, what the hell is that?”

Anyone else here can clearly see what it is!” Dean turned expectant eyes to his brother, “Right, Sam?”


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