Nancy, the new DNA analyst, blinked in surprise at Peter’s question, “Um… I-I don’t think so.”
Jones came into the conference room then, shaking his head, “He’s not at his desk.”
“Damn it, Neal!” Peter was out of his seat and rubbing a hand down his face in the next instant. He took a not-so-calming deep breath before bringing his eyes back to the doorway, “Jones, pull up his tracking data.”
“On it.”
Peter rounded back to the new girl, who was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, “Are you sure Caffrey didn’t see this?”
“I-I…” Nancy’s eyes were wide and she cast her gaze down to the table.
Peter raised his eyebrows, and when she just let her voice trail off, he flashed an exasperated expression to Diana.
Diana got up from her chair and walked the few steps closer to the pair, leaning her hands on the table, “Look, you’re not in trouble. We just need to know if Neal saw the document.”
Nancy began to chew her lower lip at that, and purposefully kept her gaze on the table in front of her.
“Nancy,” Peter did his best to soften his tone, “Neal has a tendency to do…” Peter flicked his eyes up to Diana for a moment, “reckless things when it comes to protecting the people he cares about. This report is for a suspect in his best friend’s murder.”
Nancy’s fingers twirled into the end of her sweater, a small smile on her face, “He did seem… kind of intense.”
“So you did talk to him?” Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her nod, “When?”
“H-he, um, he brought me coffee a little while ago, but I-”
Peter was across the conference room in the next instant, “Diana, get a team to Boyle’s house.”
“You got it, boss.”
Jones nearly bumped into Peter as he came flying out of the doorway, “Whoa, sorry. The tracking map for Caffrey’s anklet was blank.”
“What?” That stopped Peter in his tracks, “Why?”
Like the preview? Read the FULL story on my Patreon!
I post new short stories every 2 weeks on Fridays and already have 100+ just waiting for you to discover them!
Sam took his headphones off, brows furrowing at the distant grunting noises that were echoing down the hallway.
He waited a couple minutes and – after the grunting continued – rolled his eyes and got off his bed to investigate, this better not be something stupid.
The giant padded down the hall, stopping a few moments later at his brother’s bedroom door.
He lingered a moment before pushing it open, “Dean?” The door swung open to reveal the blonde, who had somehow wrapped himself up in a fitted sheet, and was half-sprawled out over a naked mattress. Sam licked his lips in an effort to hide his chuckle, “Need some help?”
Dean rolled over so he was on his back, before nodding at his feet, “I think I’m stuck in a pocket.”
Sam shook his head and made the short trip over to his brother’s side. He took a moment to study the situation down at his feet before he started to carefully pull away at what appeared to be a corner, “How did you do this?”
“Well, I unfolded it, and then realized I didn’t have a chair to put it on.” At the look, Dean rolled his head, “I didn’t wanna put it on the floor because it’s clean! Anyway, I through it up on my shoulder and then…” He hung his head and let his voice trail off.
Sam rolled his eyes before focusing back his task, “Okay, I think I got it.”
He yanked the part of the sheet he was holding and a moment later Dean let out a surprised cry, “Whoa, whoa! That’s uh… attached.”
Why would Sammy lock the door? He knew I was coming back.
After a minute of searching, Dean triumphantly pulled his key out of his pocket, a few loose receipts floating to the ground with the action.
He was on the other side of the door, setting down his prize and drink in the next moment, ears perking as he heard a strained groan float through the darkness.
Dean wasted no time in re-locking the door before flicking on the light, “Sammy? Everything okay?”
The blonde blinked his eyes as the room flooded with light, brows furrowing as he didn’t find his brother.
Where…? His question cut off as he saw the closed bathroom door. He shook his head and took off his jacket, barely getting it onto the hanger before hearing another groan.
Dean wasted no time in making his way over to the bathroom door. He didn’t even need to press his ear to it to hear more pained moaning.
The shot rang out through the empty room a moment later, Sam’s chest heaving with anger. He blinked at the bullet hole that was now adorning the right wall of his bedroom. He turned in a small circle, relief slumping into his shoulders at the devil being nowhere in sight.
Sam nodded to himself before taking a seat on his bed, running his free hand through his hair, finally. He closed his eyes and revelled in the short-lived moment of silence, barely registering the heavy footsteps that were pounding up the stairs.
A breathless Gabriel was sliding into the doorway in the next instant, wild eyes searching the room, “Sammich?”
He walked a few steps into the room, confusion furrowing his brows as he saw it was empty, “Are you alright? I thought I heard…”
The ex-hunter opened his eyes as his boyfriend’s voice trailed off. He was staring at the gun in his hand.
Sam swallowed guiltily before placing it down on the mattress beside him, “I-I know. But I kept it just for emergencies! We-” Sam’s explanation died on his lips as he saw the look on his lover’s face. He hung his head, “I had to.”
“Why?”
Want to read the whole story? Check it out on my Patreon!
I post new short stories every 2 weeks and already have 100+ waiting for you!
“Do you know how much it costs to have marble counters redone?”
“Okay,” Dean stepped out from between the twins to grab his husband by the wrist, dragging him toward the kitchen door, “you guys keep going, I’m gonna talk to Dad alone for a minute.” Once they were through the door, the smile slid off his face, and he raised his eyebrows, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Cas gestured to the closed door, “They’re-”
“Having fun?” Dean searched his lover’s face, “Since when do you care so much about how messy the kitchen is, anyway?”
“Since I-” Cas suddenly cut himself off then, eyes going wide as he seemingly realized whatever the end of his sentence was going to be. He took in a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes, “Never mind.”
Dean rolled his eyes at that, “Just tell me.”
The ex-angel winced and shook his head, keeping his eyes closed, “You’re not gonna like it.”
“I don’t like a lot of things, Cas.” Dean chuckled and took a step closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm, “Hey.” After getting him to open his eyes, he searched his face again, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”
Cas chewed his bottom lip for a moment at that, brows pulling down as he considered the offer. After a too-long moment, he nodded, “O-okay.” He took a step backward again – out of the blonde’s reach – and crossed his arms over his chest, casting his gaze to the ground, “So, remember how excited I was at the crazy deal I got on the renovation?”
“Yeah, the company you found did it for like, less than half of all the other guys, right?”
“Y-yeah! Yeah,” Cas let out a defeated breath and cast his gaze to the floor, “Well apparently… there was a reason they were doing renos so cheap.”
“I don’t-” The realization hit Dean like a bolt of lightening and he shook his head, “No.”
Cas backed up another step at the change in tone and nodded, “Yeah…turns out they weren’t an actual company.”
Want to read the whole story? Head to my Patreon! I post new full short stories every 2 weeks and have 100+ just waiting to be read!
I hope you all had a relaxing holiday and are ready dive back into a whole new year’s worth of content!
Just a reminder I post new short stories every 2 weeks on Fridays, new articles on the following Mondays, and new product reviews on the 13th of every month!
I can’t wait to see what this year has in store!
Started: 21.04.07
Finished: 25.01.16
Words: 475
NFF, Dark, TW: Torture
You try to swallow around the lump in your throat, willing yourself to stop crying. You take in a shaking breath, arms twitching against the ropes that bound you to the chair, and turn your head uselessly as his footsteps get further away, “W-why are you doing this to me?”
You hear him sigh from somewhere in front of you, and don’t need the blindfold removed to see him deflate at the question, “You still don’t understand?”
You shake your head, “O-of course I don’t… I thought things were fine. I-I thought we were happy. I don’t-” the end of your sentence cuts off into a scream as you feel a white-hot flash hit your stomach.
In the next moment, you can feel his warmth in front of you, “Oh, darling… I was happy.” His voice is soft now, and you can’t help but flinch as you feel his one hand move up to pet your hair, “But you ruined that.”
You sniff as you feel him pull away, “W-what are you talking about? I-I never-”
“I saw the job application!”
You whimper as he pulls on your hair, jerking your head backward, “You were going to leave me, weren’t you?”
“N-no. I,” you swallow thickly, and shake your head the best you can with him still holding you, “I was going to tell you.”
“But you didn’t.”
You can feel fresh tears begin to soak into your blindfold, tracing hot tracks down your face, “I was going to tell you once I heard back from them.” You lick your lips, and take in a breath as you feel his eyes study your face, “I-I didn’t want to get you excited over nothing if I didn’t end up getting it.”
“Get me excited?” His change of tone let’s you instantly know that wasn’t the right phrasing to use, “You think I’m a child? That you need to protect me?”
“No, of course not!”
The air gets punched out of your lungs in the next instant, making you see stars against the darkness.
“Enough lies!”
His warmth his back as you gasp uselessly in an attempt to get your breathing back under control. You feel his weight drop into your lap and for the first time are glad you’re tied to the chair so you don’t get knocked over under the pressure.
His one hand swipes some of the tears off your face while the other begins tracing his knife back over your skin. You can’t help but shiver as you feel the cool steel slide up your arm and across your bare chest.
He notices the shiver and let’s out a dark chuckle, “Don’t worry, darling.” You see another batch of stars as another white-hot flash of pain spreads through you – squelch ringing out over the otherwise silent room, “It’ll all be over soon.”
Like this story? Check out my Patreon for more FULL short stories!
Important: This is the last story of 2024! I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 17th, 2025 with the first story of the new year!
Written: 23.12.23
Words: 726
Wee!Chesters, 2024’s 2nd Christmas story
“Uh, Sammy?” Dean’s brows furrowed together as he carefully took a mason jar out of the motel freezer. He turned around, bringing his eyes up to the bed, “What’s this?”
Sammy’s eyes went wide and he shot off the bed, running toward his brother with his arms outstretched, “Be careful with that!”
“Whoa,” Dean stopped the little tornado with a soft hand to his chest. He raised an eyebrow as he held the jar above his head, “You wanna fill me in?”
Sammy huffed at that, as he shot the eldest a pointed look, “It’s Terry.”
“Terry?” The blonde’s face scrunched, “Who the heck is-” He cut himself off as he remembered the name, “Your snowman?” At the nod, he couldn’t help but look between his brother and the jar, “Okaaay… and why did you put him in the freezer?”
“They were plowing the parking lot!”
“Oh, yeah, of course. How stupid of me.”
Sammy huffed at his brother’s sarcastic tone and rolled his eyes again, making a grab for the jar, “I couldn’t let them kill him!”
Dean couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at that, “What?”
“They would’ve completely destroyed him.” Sammy shook his head and lowered his eyes to the ground, “I couldn’t let that happen.”
At the sudden serious shift, Dean raised an eyebrow, “You do know he’s just a snowman, right? He’s not real?”
“I know!” He stomped his foot in agitation and brought his eyes back to his brother’s face. After a moment of searching, he sighed, “Just forget it.” He turned around, heading back over to the bed, “It doesn’t matter.”
“Whoa, hey,” Dean took a couple steps after him, “You just… don’t care anymore?”
At the sullen shrug, Dean sighed, why does he have to be such a…child about things? He scrubbed his free hand down his face as he stared at the jar, what’s the point of saving a bunch of frozen water? It’s not like he could’ve thought it’d last long. Dad’s gonna be back tonight and then-
The blonde cut off his train of thought as the idea hit him like a lightening bolt. His head whipped up to stare at his now-depressed brother, who was hunched over on their shared bed, no… Dean swallowed thickly, no. There’s no way…
He forced himself to take in a deep breath before making his way over to the bed. He cleared his throat and tried to swallow down the lump as he saw what his brother was holding, “W-whatcha reading, there?”
The youngest sighed at that – the kind of sigh one let’s out when they realize they’re out of options – and slowly turned to face his brother, revealing the book that was sitting open on his lap.
Dean felt his blood run cold as he saw it was their Dad’s journal. He quickly snatched it out of his lap, “Where did you get this?”
“It was under our pillow.”
Dean closed his eyes, feeling like a knife stabbed his heart as he heard his brother’s monotone voice, no. Not yet… he’s too small. “Y-you shouldn’t have this.”
“I’m not stupid, Dean.” At the nearly snapping of the blonde’s neck at the sentence as he turned back around, Sammy shrugged, “Dad comes in covered in blood all the time…”
“B-but-”
“I figured out a while ago he was killing things,” Sammy shook his head, eyes drifting to the jar that was still in the eldest’s hand, “I just wanted to save something for once.”
Dean open and closed his mouth a few times, searching for the right words. But what could he say? His brother could never un-know what he’d learned… maybe it was selfish of him to want to keep it from him – he’d never gotten a chance to be a child, so he’d wanted Sammy to have that chance.
Dean stared down at the jar in his hands, boring holes into the two lumps of coal that were packed against the side. It only took him a moment longer of staring before he finally made his way back over to the freezer. He gently placed the jar back in it and nodded to himself, good.
He felt his brother’s questioning look before he even turned away from the freezer. Once their eyes connected, he plastered a smirk onto his face, “What? I like Terry.”
I want to say a big thank-you to all my readers! You guys are amazing and I am grateful every day that I have the support to get to do what I love.
I hope you all have a great holiday season if you celebrate, and if you don’t, I hope you still find time to relax and reset before diving into 2025.
I’ll see you in the new year!
AI
Want to read more full stories? Sign up for my Patreon!
I post new short stories every 2 weeks, and have 100+ already waiting for you to fall in love with them!
Important: This is the 2nd last fic of the year! I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 17th, 2025 with the first story of the new year!
Written: 22.12.01
Words: 860
Fluff, Destiel, 2024’s 1st Christmas story
This fic is based on this head-canon prompt by the incredible DeanCasKiss. (Tumblr)
“I’m back!”
Cas brushed himself off as he made his way through the door. He had to use more strength than usual to push it closed against the howling wind. After a moment of wrestling, he leaned against it to catch his breath as it finally closed. He dropped his shopping bags and toed off his boots, ears perking at the silence that greeted him, “… Dean?”
“I, uh, I thought you weren’t coming back until later.”
Cas’ brows furrowed at the hesitant tone as he made his way up the small steps that led toward the living room, “The specialty store was closed, so I’m gonna have to go back out to get Gabriel’s present.” If it’s still in stock by then. He stopped a few feet away as he spotted the blonde up on the ladder in front of the mostly decorated Christmas tree. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed his husband’s tense back, “You need any help?”
“No, no,” The blonde quickly descended the ladder, tossing something quickly into one of the decoration boxes, not bothering to turn around, “I’m good.”
Cas let out a small chuckle as he ventured closer, “Think you could tell that to my face?” He slipped his arms around the hunter’s waist, wrapping him up in a tight hug, “What’s wrong, Dean?”
“Nothing.”
The angel gave his husband a pointed look before rolling his eyes as he noticed the blonde was staring at the ground, “Fine. Don’t tell me.” He let go of his waist, making his way slowly toward the kitchen, “Guess I’ll just go get started on the pies… alone…”
That got the blonde’s attention. He whipped his head up and took a half-step closer, “P-pie?”
“Uh-huh…” Cas nodded, unable to help the smile that crept up his face as he held the door open, “Are you too busy to help?”
“No! No, I uh,” The blonde flicked his eyes to the box before shaking his head, making his way over, plastering his signature thousand-watt smile on his face, “I’m never too busy for pie.”
“Just remember we’re making them and not eating them.” Cas chuckled, allowing the blonde to pass him. “Let me just grab the fillings and we can start.”
“No, wait!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Cas dashed away from the kitchen, making a bee-line for the box of decorations. He paused as he scanned the ornaments, what was he hiding from me?
After a moment of finding nothing, he frowned, looking up to a clearly embarrassed blonde, “I don’t get it. It’s just a box of decorations.”
“I…” Dean let out a heavy sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face, “It’s under the blue bulbs.”
“Under the…” Cas turned back to the box, brows furrowed. He carefully lifted the box of ornaments out, furrow deepening as he spotted a picture of himself, sitting inside a gold frame.
He pulled the picture out, eyes scanning it carefully. He opened his mouth after a moment, “I… don’t get it.” He flicked his eyes back up to the blonde, “Why would you hide this from me?”
“I…” Dean rubbed a hand at the back of his neck and gestured half-heartedly to the tree, “was gonna put it on the tree.”
“Why?”
The blonde sucked his teeth in annoyance, letting his eyes go skyward, “Are you really gonna make me say it out loud?”
Cas spun around to face the tree, holding up the picture, “I don’t get it! Why would you…”
His question died on his lips as he saw the ladder again and the realization finally hit him. He couldn’t help the swell of love he felt in his chest as he turned back around, face melting at the hunter’s absolute embarrassment, “You were gonna put me at the top of the tree.”
It wasn’t a question, but the blonde reluctantly nodded in response, anyway.
Cas rushed backward, wrapping the blonde up in another tight hug, this time also capturing his lips. Though he wasn’t expecting it, Dean wasted no time in kissing his husband back.
The raven-haired man pulled back after a breathless moment, wide smile still on his face, “Let’s do it.”
“D-do what?”
Cas rolled his eyes before backing out of the hug, climbing up the ladder to place the picture of himself on the top of the tree. He gently rested the picture against one of the top-most branches, curling a few others around the edges of the frame to ensure it stayed in place.
Once he was happy with the placement – and sure it wasn’t going to crash to the floor – he carefully climbed back down the ladder, wiping his hands on his pants, “There.”
He turned around, chuckling as he spotted his husband’s confused look, “What? You don’t want me up there anymore?”
“No, I just, uh…” Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, blush sweeping across his cheeks, “What about the party? When everyone, y’know…”
“Pfft, please,” Cas waved a dismissive hand before leading the blonde back toward the kitchen, cheeky grin on his face, “It’s not weird to have an angel at the top of the tree.”
Like this story? Check out my Patreon for more FULL stories!
Important: This is the 3rd last story of 2024! I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 17th, 2025 with the first story of the new year!
Written: 23.11.20
Words: 2,963
C2C
“You better watch your tone, Boy.”
Dean did his best to ignore the pang in his stomach at his father’s disapproving voice. His hand only faltered a little, but he kept the gun trained on the intruder’s head, “I’m not gonna ask you again.”
John took a step into the room, “We don’t have time for this.”
“Make time.” Dean took a swift step to the left, effectively cutting off the man’s path, “You’re not getting any weapons – and we damn sure aren’t gonna help you – until you answer my questions.”
“Dean-”
“Or, if you prefer,” Dean cocked the gun, and raised an eyebrow, “I could just kill you now.”
After a tense moment of prolonged eye contact, John let out a deep sigh and his shoulders deflated, “Fine.” He held up his hands in mock surrender and not-so-slowly made his way over to the small dining table in the corner, “Just… ask fast. If this bastard gets away because you were interrogating me…”
Dean gave the man a once over – he sure as hell looked like his father – the way he carried himself, his mannerisms and even his annoyed parent face were all very convincing – but Dean couldn’t shake the feeling something felt… off.
And not just because John was dead.
Dean closed the distance between them, keeping his gun at the ready. He reached into his jacket pocket with his free hand and tossed the silver flask of holy water onto the table, “First things first.”
John raised an eyebrow, “Is this really necessary?”
