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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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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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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?”

“You want my help? Drink.”

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Knock You Off Your Feet (Preview)

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Written: 24.10.03

Words: 1,112

C2C, Dark, TW: ED, 2024’s Thanksgiving Fic

Dean’s fingers tap the bottom of his plate as his eyes roam over the display of food.

“Bobby’s really outdone himself this year, eh?”

Ellen’s voice startles Dean out of his head and he let’s out a nervous chuckle, “Huh, yeah…”

There wasn’t an empty square of counter in the whole kitchen. Food was everywhere. He knew Thanksgiving was the food holiday, but this… he did not remember this much food last year.

Maybe there was and I just never noticed?

Ellen drops the serving spoon back into the green beans before spinning away from the display to grab some cutlery off the table, “I’m almost out of your way, don’t you worry.”

Dean lets out another half-hearted chuckle, fingers tapping against the bottom of the empty plate that was clutched to his chest more rapidly as he watched her disappear behind the swinging kitchen door.

As soon as it swings closed, he lets out a deflating breath and eyes all the food, game time.

He licks his lips as he lowers the plate from his chest and reaches for the first set of serving utensils. 3 pieces of turkey, 142 calories. He pauses in front of the bird, come on Winchester. You can do better than that.

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Circles (Preview)

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Written: 24.08.22

Words: 2,341

Hallucifer, C2C, Dark-ish

Sam forced himself to turn his gaze to the floor, off his brother’s face. He knew he wouldn’t understand, that he was sick of dealing with this – hell, Sam was sick of seeing him – but not talking about his hallucination wasn’t working anymore. He had to tell someone he trusted.

And there was no one he trusted more than his brother.

He couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine. He had been standing on the precipice of going off the deep end for months, and he just… couldn’t do it anymore. Not alone.

So yes, even though he knew it hurt, he had to say something.

But he wasn’t prepared for the look on his brother’s face.

It was a look he’d become all too familiar with. The same look he gave him when he left for Stanford, the same one he got when he chose Ruby… that heartbreaking mix of shock, sadness and utter disappointment.

The ‘I don’t even know who you are anymore’ look.

No matter how old he got, or how much shit they’d gone through, that look always managed to whither the giant. It was like he was suddenly five years old again, getting caught stealing the last cookie.

“I…”

Sam closed his eyes, not daring to look up from the floor. The trailed off sigh hit him right in the heart, “D-don’t…” Sam took in a shuddering breath and held up one of his hands, “you don’t need to say anything. I just thought you should know.”

An incredulous chuckle escaped the blonde then, and he heard the rustling of his sweater fabric as he ran a hand through his hair, “Oh gee, you think? Jesus, Sam…”

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Feather and Bone (Preview)

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Written: 24.07.01

Words: 1,130

Hallucifer, C2C

“Sam!”

Dean’s yell instinctively made the giant duck, which was the right call as a shotgun blast exploded over the space his head just was.

His wild eyes were scanning the room for his brother before the shrapnel finished falling. He spotted the blonde running toward him from the hallway, brows furrowed with concentration and anger as he hastily refilled his gun.

“Aw, see? Told you he’d come.”

Lucifer’s voice brought the giant’s attention to the back wall once again, brain scrambling to make sense of the monster brains that were splattered across the floor.

Sam straightened up cautiously, “I-it was real?”

Lucifer cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow, “You thought I’d sick an imaginary monster on you?”

“Hey!”

His brother’s hand clasping his shoulder made him jump, but he didn’t dare let his eyes off the devil.

If it was real, that means that he… Sam swallowed thickly and started shaking his head, “Y-you can’t be-”

“Are you deaf?” The rough tug on his chin finally got his eyes on his older brother, “We need to go, now!”

Sam opened his mouth to rebuttal, or ask a question – something – but no sound came out. Watching his brother start back toward the door was all the incentive the giant needed to follow suit.

It took all the strength he had not to look back over his shoulder.

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Hindsight (Preview)

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Written: 24.03.29

Words: 775

C2C

The plan was simple: dig up the body, salt and burn the bones, and then everyone’s’ home in time to watch Doctor Sexy. That was it. A hunt so easy they could’ve done it in their sleep. A milk run.

Dean should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that simple. When were the simple ones ever actually simple? He was suspicious of it ever since they got wind of the hunt a week ago. For one thing, they found all the information about it almost too easily – as if someone was spoon-feeding it to them. And when they got to the abandoned house on the edge of the town? You could practically cut the sense of dread that hung in the air with a knife.

Yep, it was a hunt that had all the markings of going so completely, horribly wrong, and yet… they went anyway. “It’ll be fine,” Sam had stated for the millionth time, “how often have we done a salt and burn? It’ll be five minutes, tops. Probably won’t even have to turn off the car.”

Oh boy, how wrong that was.

That’s how Dean found himself here, tied to a post in the aforementioned abandoned house, monster setting up for whatever crazy ritual it was gearing up for a few feet in front of him, and Sam…

Well to be honest, he wasn’t entirely sure where his brother was. But he wasn’t tied up next to him, and that couldn’t have been a good sign.

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Cries of Love (Preview)

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Written: 24.01.10

Words: 3,474

C2C, Destiel (Implied), Dark-ish, TW: Child Endangerment

Okay, Winchester, keep it together. Dean hurried around the motel room, ripping the newspaper clippings and thumb tacks off the wall. He shoved them into a large garbage bag as he flicked his eyes up to the clock on the wall, damn it.

Lydia was going to be there with the twins any second and the place was not rid of all hunting materials yet. Dean sped up his cleaning of the walls, kicking his duffle of weapons under the bed as he passed.

After that disaster of a picnic last summer he was sure they were never going to let him see the kids again. He had no idea how, but Cas had managed to convince Lydia – and the rest of Child Services – to give him another chance. So he’d been re-granted supervised visitation.

Lydia made it abundantly clear that this was the very last chance he was going to get. If he fucked it up, they would take the kids away – from both him and Cas – some bullshit about Cas enabling his detrimental effect on them – so Dean had been on his absolute best behaviour. No hunting stories, no weapons, hell, he even got Taylor to stop calling chocolate covered peanuts ‘bullets’. Albeit temporarily.

He was not going to blow this.

He had finally managed to work his way back up to this hopefully being the last supervised visit. If all went well today, he’d be allowed to see the kids without a chaperone. He had the place all ready two days ago – everything that could be considered hunting paraphernalia had been expertly hidden and stashed in the secret compartment of the trunk.

And then a Wendigo popped up.

Dean thought he’d have plenty of time to find it and light the bastard up before the visit, but unfortunately, because it was still January, this one was mostly still hibernating, which was making him hard to track. Every time Dean got close enough to even sniff a trail, it’d go cold.

The knock at the door made the hunter jump, “Uh, just a second!” He quickly shoved the garbage bag under the bed next to the duffle and gave the room one more once over as he made his way over to the door. He nodded to himself before taking in a deep breath as he opened it, “Hi guys!”

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The Rest of My Life (Preview)

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Important: This is the 4th last story of 2023. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 12th, 2024 with the 1st story of the new year.

Written: 23.08.29

Words: 1,946

C2C, Destiel (ish), 2023’s Halloween story

Prompt: Popcorn Poppin’ Month

Cas approached the door cautiously, eyes scanning the space but finding nothing disturbed. He got up on his tiptoes to see out the window in the door, eyes narrowing as he saw a tall hooded figure standing with it’s back to it.

Cas steeled himself with a deep breath before he ripped the door open, raising his angel blade just as the creature turned around.

“Hey Ca- whoa, whoa! It’s me! It’s Sam!”

The fallen angel blinked in surprise as the hood fell off the creature’s head, hand faltering around the raised blade. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he slowly lowered the weapon as he saw it was Sam standing before him.

Cas tilted his head to the side as he took in the outfit the giant was wearing – it wasn’t his typical plaid and faded jeans. He nodded to the hooded cape and silk pants, “What’re you wearing?”

Sam lifted the sides of his cape and turned from side to side, “I’m a vampire!” Now that he wasn’t actually in danger, he took a minute to check out the fallen angel’s costume, “Aw man, he made you a vamp, too?”

“I guess.” Cas looked down at his own outfit with a huff, “None of the vampires we’ve hunted have dressed like this.”

“If we dressed like actual vamps, no one would know what we were.”

“I thought that was the point?”

“It is if they’re actually vamps, but…” Sam let his voice trail off at the lack of understanding on the ex-angel’s face. He chuckled and shook his head, “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Uh, here,” He turned around, grabbing two plastic pumpkin baskets up off the porch, holding one out, “Take this.”

“What’s this for?”

“Just…” Sam took a few steps up to the door before ringing the doorbell.

“It’s not locked.”

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle again. He lowered his voice as they heard footsteps approach, “When the door opens, say trick or treat.”

“I don’t-” Cas cut himself off as the door swung open, revealing Dean, who had a cleaver sticking out the top of his head and a bloody apron.

Sam bumped his arm before holding his pumpkin out, big smile splitting his face, “Trick or treat!”

Dean got some candy out of his apron pocket, dropping it into his brother’s basket, “Here you go.” He then turned expectant eyes to the ex-angel, “Do you have something you want to say?”

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Let Them Rest (Preview)

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Written: 23.04.19

Words: 906

C2C, General

Prompt: Mojito Day (July 11th)

“We are having a proper vacation day.”

“What?”

“No complaining.” He poured half the blender contents into a tall glass before dropping a crazy straw into it. He then carefully balanced what the giant was really hoping was a type of herb and not a random leaf from out the bunker’s front door between it and the rim before sliding it over to the table. “You’re welcome.”

“Uh…” Sam couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at the concoction in front of him, “What is it?”

“It’s a drink, Sammy.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” The giant rolled his eyes as his brother made his way back toward the counter, “I meant what kind of drink is it?”

“A Mojito.”

Sam barked out a laugh at that. His laughter died down as he watched the blonde flick the towel he was holding up onto his shoulder before crossing his arms over his chest, “Seriously?”

“You got a problem with that?”

“No, no, no problem,” Sam held his hands up in mock surrender before turning back to the cocktail in front of him, “Is it…” He frowned, tilting his head to one side as he stared at the glass, “Are you sure it’s a Mojito?”

The narrowed eyes from his brother was all the reply the giant needed before he reached for the glass. He let out a breath as he brought the drink up to his face, I don’t think they’re supposed to be red…

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