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Son of a Bitch! (#5)

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Written: 25.04.24

Words: 337

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“Son of a bitch!”

Sam groaned and pulled his pillow up over his ear, rolling over onto his side, not again.

Despite his pillow earplug, he could hear his brother stomping through the motel room, doing… whatever the hell he was doing.

After a few more minutes of too-loud-for-4am thumping, he felt a pillow hit his hip. He let out a small groan before he pulled his pillow away from his ear, “What?”

He heard his brother scoff, “You’re not gonna get up?”

“No.”

“Nice, Sam.”

“Every other time you’ve woken me up with your catchphrase, it’s been for something stupid.”

“Well what if I’m hurt this time?”

Sam flopped over onto his back, still not bothering to open his eyes, “If you were seriously hurt, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“You don’t know that. I’ve been in plenty of conversations while I was in pretty bad shape.”

“True,” Sam huffed and finally opened his eyes, turning to face his brother’s voice despite the dark, “but there’d be an air of panic in your voice.”

“Well…” The blonde’s voice trailed off and Sam could picture his eyes searching the dark as he thought of an answer.

There was a moment of silence then, before Sam heard the creak of the springs in the other bed, signalling his brother was getting into it. Finally.

“I’m not gonna wake up next time you need help. How about that?”

“So you’ll do what you usually do? Oh no.”

Another pillow hit him then, making the giant chuckle. He took the pillow and tucked it up behind his current one. He settled back down and was surprised at how much more comfortable his head was, another pillow does make a difference… huh.

Sam let out a yawn then and slipped his eyes closed, “Well?”

“Well what?”

Sam turned onto his side, resisting the urge to let out a huff, “What happened?”

“I… closed the door on my thumb.”

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All I Wanna Do (Preview)

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Written: 25.03.27

Words: 810

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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.”

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Just Hang On (Preview)

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Written: 25.03.13

Words: 810

Wee!Chesters, Funny

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.

“Sammy?” He gently knocked, “You okay in there?”

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Check It (Preview)

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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

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“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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When She Smiles (Preview)

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Written: 24.05.30

Words: 1,019

General, Destiel (Implied)

“So, what’d you think of the beach?”

Taylor’s whole face lit up with that, eyes crinkling as a giant smile overtook her, “It was so fun!” She pulled a face and quickly reset against the back of the chair as the movement highlighted her pain, “… until I fell asleep.” She frowned down at her red arms and legs, brows pulling together, “Will I look like this forever?”

“What? No!” Dean couldn’t help but chuckle as he started applying lotion to one of her arms, “You’ll only stay red for a few weeks, then you’ll be back to your normal pale self.”

“Weeks?” She sat up straight, jaw dropping at the information, “B-but… what about school?”

Dean pretended to think as he gave her a once over, “I don’t know, it’s a pretty bad burn…”

“I’ll have to go back looking like this?” At his reluctant nod, she collapsed back against the chair, “Aw, man!”

“It could be worse.”

“How?”

“Well…” Dean switched arms, “if you get a super bad burn, your skin won’t just get all red, it’ll start to peel, too.”

“Peel?” Taylor’s eyes widened in fascination, “Like a snake?”

“Yep.”

“Wow…” She thoughtfully looked down to her arms, tilting her head slightly, “I don’t think I’d look good as a zombie.”

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Hindsight (Preview)

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Written: 24.03.29

Words: 775

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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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