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Naive (Preview)

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Important: This is the 4th last story of 2025. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 16th, 2026 with the first story of the new year!

Written: 25.10.23

Words: 851

Wee!Chesters, 2025’s Halloween fic

“Uncle Bobby?”

The voice startled the father figure awake from his place on the couch. He snapped his eyes open and saw a costume-clad Sammy staring at him with those big, round eyes. He let out a yawn and sat up straight, “Dean still bitching about taking you out?”

Sammy’s brows furrowed at that, “What?”

Bobby shook his head, “I’ll get him,” he cleared his throat, before looking toward the stairs, “Dean!”

“Yeah?” The blonde came out of the kitchen in the next moment, beer in hand.

That got Bobby to his feet. He snatched the drink from the pre-teen while giving him a look, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Hey!” Dean’s mouth fell open as the drink was taken away and he defiantly stomped a foot, “You said I could have one!”

Bobby let out a chuckle, “Nice try.”

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Kind of Proof (Preview)

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Important: This is the 5th last story of 2025. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 16th, 2026 with the first story of the new year!

Written: 25.10.07, 25.10.09

Words: 2,901

Hallucifer, C2C, 2025’s Thanksgiving

Sam bit his lip as he turned the info over in his head, sitting in the parking lot of a motel, this doesn’t make sense.

“What doesn’t?” At the look, Lucifer shrugged, “What? I can be helpful sometimes.”

“I just…” Sam let out a breath, before turning to half-face the passenger seat, “Why would something that can make itself look like anyone, try to get me to a second location to kill me? Why not try and kill me right there in the bunker? And,” He shifted in his seat, brows creasing, “How’d it even get into the bunker? That thing is warded against stuff we’ve never even heard of! How’d some run-of-the-mill shifter get in?”

“Is that why we’re here?”

Sam nodded, “There might be more waiting for me to come back, I couldn’t risk it.” He brought his hands up, bringing his fingers together before tapping the bottom of his chin, “I can’t believe another holiday- oh shit!” Sam leaned back against the driver’s seat, letting out a loud groan, “I left the stove on!”

“… So?”

“All the food! It’s ruined!” Sam closed his eyes and shook his head against the back of the seat, “Fuck.”

“I’m sure the food’s fine. Your brother said Cas was gonna take care of it.”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t Dean, so the chances he actually called Cas are probably in the negative thousands.”

“Well… why don’t you call him.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Cas, you idiot.” That got the giant to crack an eye open, “He has his angel power back now, right? Get him to smite the shifters then go find your brother.”

Sam opened his mouth to rebuttal, but stopped himself a moment later, shit, that’s actually a good plan. Why didn’t I think of that?

“I mean, technically, you did.”

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Finally Clean (Preview)

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Written: 25.09.24

Words: 1,107

NFF, Dark-ish, TW: Domestic Abuse (Aftermath)

“Y-you can’t be here.”

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk as he stepped through the doorway, “Why not?”

“Because of the r-restraining order.” She swallowed hard and took a few steps backward, how did he find me?

“Pfft, please.” He waved a dismissive hand and veered into the living room, inspecting it, “You thought a piece of paper was gonna stop me?”

She did her best to ignore the sudden pounding in her chest as he stopped in front of the end table that was displaying all the figurines he used to make her hide, “I can have a dozen cops here in a second.”

“Yeah?” He cocked his head to one side as he picked up one of the cow figurines, “Neat trick.”

“A-all I have to do is scream.” She mentally beat herself up for the shake in her voice and licked her lips in a failed attempt to stop it, “There’s already a car outside.”

The chuckle that floated through the air next sent ice down her spine. He replaced the figurine before turning away from the small table – action allowing her to glimpse the knife that was tucked into his waistband – and he raised an eyebrow, “Do you honestly think if that not-so-undercover car was still there, they would’ve let me walk in?”

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Cross That Line (Preview)

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Written: 25.09.11

Words: 1,260

Hallucifer(ish), C2C

“So, what?” Sam turned out of the salvage yard, starting down the road toward the store, “You’re just gonna…. leave me alone now?” He let out a humourless chuckle and shook his head, what kind of torture tactic is that supposed to be?

He hadn’t seen the devil in a couple days, but he knew better than to get his hopes up – there was no way his hallucination was gone. You can’t actually fix that kind of crazy, no matter what his brother said.

“I’m driving,” Sam made a left-hand turn and couldn’t help but flick his eyes up to the rear-view mirror, “You sure you don’t wanna pop-in right now and try to make me crash?”

The car remained silent as the giant completed the turn, but he was anything but calm. He knew Lucifer was planning something – he was the devil, after all – so he couldn’t relax. Couldn’t lower his guard until he knew what was coming. This tactic of not showing up was weird, but it wasn’t exactly send-Cas-a-fruit-basket weird.

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Sleeping Alone (Preview)

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Started as a Song!Fic, based on the BC Jean version of If I Were a Boy. (Listen here!)

Started: 17.08.01

Worked On: 22.02.02, 22.03.04

Finished: 25.08.25

Words: 5,243

NFF, Dark-ish

“Didn’t I make myself clear last night?” Benny hissed into the phone, closing the bathroom door behind him.

“Oh, I heard what you said. I just thought I should give you a chance to change your mind.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Silly me, didn’t I tell you? That camera that’s in the corner of my bedroom? It was accidentally on during our ‘meeting’ yesterday.”

Sonofa- “What do you want?”

“Guess.”

He sucked his teeth, “I don’t have time for your shit, Nikki.”

“Oh, okay, guess I’ll just send the tape to your wife then. Have a good-”

“Wait,” he took a deep breath, damn it, “what do you want me to do?”

 

—

 

“I thought I was stuck with you all day?”

“Well,” he shrugged himself into a button up, keeping his back to her, new boulder of guilt settling into his stomach, “now you won’t be.”

“Great…”

He licked his lips as he heard the hurt in her voice, just one more lie. He breathed out a sigh as he started buttoning his shirt, what was I thinking, agreeing to her stupid demands? It’s always the ‘one more’ that gets you caught…

 Maybe he shouldn’t be doing this.

He shook his head, I have to if I want any shot at keeping her. He pulled his watch off the dresser before taking a breath, steeling himself as he turned back around to face his wife. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut when he saw her face. I swear, I’m trying to do the right thing.

“I’m sorry,” he closed the distance between them and pecked her cheek, “it’s not like I can not go.”

“I know.” She rested her head against the door frame as she sighed, “I was just looking forward to getting sick of your face today.”

He gave her a tight smile before moving passed her, heading for the steps, “I won’t be too long. One, two hours max.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

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All Night

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Written: 25.08.14

Words: 217

Teen!Chesters, Trigger Warning: Eating Disorders (thought process)

Dean felt his stomach rumble and he rolled over, curling up onto his left side, shut up, you’re not getting any more. You went 300 calories over today.

His stomach growled again defiantly, and he let out a sigh, the sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you can wake up and eat.

He snaked one hand over his stomach, squeezing it lightly, tip he’d read a few months ago popping into his head. After a few moments, he let out a surprised breath as the noise stopped, huh.

Now that it was quiet, his mind began to wander… could he keep this up as long as he needed? How much shit would he be in if John found out? What would he say if Sammy called him on one of his lies?

And, oh God, what would he do once holiday season started?

Dean shook his head and rolled over onto his back, I don’t have to figure that all out right now. He absently listened to the crickets out the window, just try to get through the rest of this week. You’ll have time to make a long-term plan when Sammy’s gone on Saturday.

He let out another sigh and felt his body finally start to relax into his mattress, just 60 more pounds to go.

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Can’t Meet ‘Em (Preview)

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Written: 25.07.31

Words: 1,421

Destiel (Implied)

Dean grunted as he pulled his suitcase over the lip of the front door. He kicked the door closed behind him as he made his way inside. He’d been wanting to move back home since this whole stupid custody thing started – it felt like forever – but he never thought his finally coming home would be like… this.

Just him and Cas, kids being forced to live with some other family. Kind of put a damper on the excitement he should’ve been feeling.

They were going to get the kids back – absolutely, no question – but the hoops they’d been forced to jump through were starting to get to the hunter.

They weren’t even allowed to try and petition the court until 90 days had passed!

Dean shook his head as he made his way up the few steps into the living room, pausing as he looked around. The house looked exactly the same as when he’d left – there were still family pictures up on the wall, the same magazines were littered on the coffee table and he couldn’t see it from where he was standing, but he’d bet if he moved his chair, the crudely drawn crayon family portrait Taylor had drawn on the first day she called him and Cas ‘Dad’ was still there – but the air had changed.

Now it felt like… unimaginable grief.

Dean could’ve choked on it, if he let it get to him.

But, he had to be strong. He’d never get the twins back if he fell apart.

“Doesn’t feel how you thought, does it?”

Cas’ voice got his attention off the living room and toward the stairs.

Dean shook his head as he re-picked up his suitcase, “Not even close.”

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Easy to Tell (Preview)

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Written: 25.07.17

Words: 710

White Collar, General

“I can’t believe you would do this.” Peter was shaking his head, hands on his hips as he failed to take in some calming breathes, “We were this close to getting him!”

Neal’s hands were up in mock surrender, despite facing the agent’s back, “You’re the one who told me to go left.”

“Oh, don’t even-” Peter spun around and cut himself off. He stalked a few steps over to where his CI was standing – much too calm considering the circumstances, “Why? Why do you continue to do these things?” He studied the con-man’s face for a moment, “It can’t just be about the thrill anymore. You’ve built a life here! I don’t understand why you keep jeopardizing it!”

Neal shifted his weight, glancing down to the ground and sinking his hands into his pockets as he did so – the kind of movement the agent had come to know as the ‘before I lie to Peter’ stance – before he gave a half-shrug,“I never said I was working with him.”

“Right, it’s just a coincidence we found two of the best forged paintings in his apartment that’ve ever been discovered.”

Neal gave another half-shrug, “There’s tons of forgers in New York.”

Peter scoffed at that, “I’m not stupid, Neal.” At the twitch of the CI’s eyebrow, the agent let out a huff, “If you are helping him, I will catch you. And all this? June’s house, the 2 mile freedom, Kate? It’ll all be over. Forever.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

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I Had You (Preview)

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Written: 23.09.15

Words: 694

Sam x Jess, Dark-ish

Sam’s chest rattled with his chuckle and he tightened the arm that was around her back, “Lucky for me.”

Jess opened her eyes then, blinking against the darkness of the room. It took a moment for her tired brain to realize she was in bed, alone. She sat up and wiped the tears from her cheeks, doing her best to ignore the ache in her chest.

She turned to look at the clock that was sitting on the night stand and she sighed in annoyance, 2am. With a huff, she got out of bed and padded over to the bathroom.

After carefully avoiding looking in the mirror, she turned the water on and splashed some on her face. She forced herself to take a deep breath, I can’t keep going like this.

“Jess.”

Her shoulders tensed as she heard the giant’s voice and she closed her eyes, maybe I should try going back to therapy.

“Jess, please. Talk to me.”

She attempted to steel herself before looking to the mirror, breath catching as she saw her Sam. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, puppy dog eyes looking just as heartbreaking as when he was alive.

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Beautiful Sound (Preview)

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Written: 25.06.17

Words: 1,520

Destiel

“Is that- did you buy a Pride flag?”

“Yup!” Cas beamed as he walked a small circle around the coffee table, eyes zeroing in on one of the walls, “this wall has been boring white for too long.” He jumped up onto the couch beside the hunter and tried to hold the flag up against the wall. After a moment of struggling, he nudged Dean’s leg with his foot, “I know Sam’s the tall one, but can you at least pretend to help?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” Dean sprang up from the couch, confusion not leaving him as he reached over his lover’s head to hold the flag against the wall. He chewed his lip for a moment, “And w-why did you buy a Pride flag?”

Cas didn’t bother to answer as he hopped off the couch, heading for the kitchen, “Stay there.” He came back in after a few minutes, holding up a roll of tape. “Okay, let’s try this again.”

He wasted no time in hopping back up on the couch and began taping one corner of the flag to the wall.

Dean cleared his throat, “Cas?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you get a flag?”

“Well, you know how we’re together?” Cas poked out his tongue as he finished the corner, “The humans call that ‘gay’.” He reached across Dean’s arm in an attempt to tape the other corner, “and this flag represents that.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “I know what it means.” He took the piece of tape from his love and taped the corner with ease, “I meant-”

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