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A Purpose (Preview)

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Written: 25.05.08

Words: 1,071

Destiel (Implied), Dark-ish (Sad)

“Daddy!”

Dean hastily shook his worried thoughts away and whipped his head up, just in time to see his daughter launch herself at him.

“Whoa!” He caught her easily, and it took all his strength to plaster his signature thousand-watt smile on his face as she crushed herself into his chest, “It went that well, huh?”

He scanned the hall of the courthouse, spotting the new social worker and Tyler making their way over as the rest of the courtroom let out. Dean turned hopeful eyes to the social worker, who just shook his head.

No… Dean subconsciously tightened his grip on his daughter and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, closing his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep his tears at bay, they can’t do this.

“I-I tried, Daddy.” Taylor’s trembling voice was like a stake through his heart, “I-I told them everything but they-they….”

“Hey,” Dean forced himself to take in a deep breath and reluctantly backed her up enough he could see her face. He wiped the tears that were tracing down her cheeks with his thumb, “This is not your fault, you hear me? None of it.”

Her bottom lip was poked out and her eyes filled with fresh tears, “B-but I failed!”

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All I Wanna Do (Preview)

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Written: 25.03.27

Words: 810

General

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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I Won’t Leave (Preview)

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Written: 25.02.14

Words: 880

Hallucifer (Implied, Aftermath), Sabriel, 2025 Valentine’s fic

“I said, leave me alone!”

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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Clean As Overtime (Preview)

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Written: 24.01.31

Words: 1,053

Destiel (Implied), Fluff

“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.”

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When I’m Alone (With You)

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Happy New Year, everyone!

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.”

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Last Mile (Preview)

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Important: This is the 4th 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: 24.10.31

Words: 533

General, C2C (ish)

Crowley sighed into his hand as he watched the demon before him go on and on…

And on.

It was never ending trivial management bullshit!

This demon wants to eat this many babies, but this demon stole from his supply, the Hellhounds are restless with only 4 runs a day, crossroad deals took a dip this month… who gives a fuck?

Sure, clawing his way to the top was exciting. New baddies to beat, demons to win over, cunning double-crossing plans to enact, but now? Now he just sat on the throne, listening to all of Hell’s ‘problems’. And then he’d fix them.

Every day.

Forever.

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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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No One Understands (Preview)

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Written: 22.03.03

Words: 1,057

Crobby (Implied), Destiel (Implied), Gen.

“What took you so long?”

Sam rolled his eyes as he handed the steaks off to his brother, “I’m only 5 minutes late, Dean.”

“Yeah, well, it might as well be an hour,” The blonde shook his head, fiddling with the barbeque dial, “You know how old this thing is. It doesn’t hold heat correctly.”

The giant shook his head, grabbing a beer from the cooler, “Why didn’t one of us get him a new one for his wedding, again?”

“Because Bobby wouldn’t use it.” He kicked the side of the grill, holding one hand above the grill to check the temperature, “Not until this one finally dies.”

The youngest leaned in, peering over his brother’s shoulder at the dark grill, “…You sure it’s not already dead?”

“Don’t think so.” The blonde turned the dial again, practically willing the grill to heat up, “Maybe we could just order steaks.”

Sam scoffed, “How are we supposed to do that without Bobby noticing?”

Dean’s eyes flicked up to where his kids and father figure were playing – chasing each other around one of the junk cars a few feet away. He slapped one of the steaks onto the grill, shoulders deflating in disappointment as it made no noise.

He brought his eyes back to his brother, lowering his voice, “Make the call on the front porch. Don’t let anyone see you.”

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