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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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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“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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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.
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother’s non-convincing reply. He looked up from the stack of board games he was carefully trying not to topple over that was in the closet in front of him. He leaned backward a little bit, so he could see the couch the five-year-old was slumped on and the giant window behind him, “It’s still raining.”
“I know.”
The defeated sigh made the blonde roll his eyes again, and he turned back toward the games, “I’m sure the storm will pass soon. Then you can go play outside.”
“That’s what you said yesterday.”
“Well, Jesus, Sammy!” The stack went toppling over and Dean couldn’t help but swat at one of them, no longer able to hide his annoyance, “What do you expect me to do? It’s not like I control the weather!”
“I know!” Sam scrunched up his face – the expression he made when he thought his brother was being an idiot – before somehow deflating further against the back cushion, “It just… sucks.”
Dean opened his mouth to reply, but closed it a moment later silently. He forced himself to take a breath, before letting out a deflating sigh of his own, “I know.”
They had been so excited when their Dad finally brought them to California. After leaving Uncle Bobby’s house and the snow, beaches and sunny weather were going to be a welcome refresh of their spirits. But what happened as soon as they rolled into town?
Non-stop thunder storms.
Dean had joked on the first night that it was like they brought the storm clouds with them.
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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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?”
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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.”
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