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I Had You (Preview)

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Written: 23.09.15

Words: 694

Sam x Jess, Dark-ish


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.


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Beautiful Sound (Preview)

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Written: 25.06.17

Words: 1,520

Destiel


“Is that- did you buy a Pride flag?”

“Yup!” Cas beamed as he walked a small circle around the coffee table, eyes zeroing in on one of the walls, “this wall has been boring white for too long.” He jumped up onto the couch beside the hunter and tried to hold the flag up against the wall. After a moment of struggling, he nudged Dean’s leg with his foot, “I know Sam’s the tall one, but can you at least pretend to help?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” Dean sprang up from the couch, confusion not leaving him as he reached over his lover’s head to hold the flag against the wall. He chewed his lip for a moment, “And w-why did you buy a Pride flag?”

Cas didn’t bother to answer as he hopped off the couch, heading for the kitchen, “Stay there.” He came back in after a few minutes, holding up a roll of tape. “Okay, let’s try this again.”

He wasted no time in hopping back up on the couch and began taping one corner of the flag to the wall.

Dean cleared his throat, “Cas?”

“Yeah?”

Why did you get a flag?”

“Well, you know how we’re together?” Cas poked out his tongue as he finished the corner, “The humans call that ‘gay’.” He reached across Dean’s arm in an attempt to tape the other corner, “and this flag represents that.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “I know what it means.” He took the piece of tape from his love and taped the corner with ease, “I meant-”


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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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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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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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Stuck Around (Preview)

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Started: 24.05.13

Finished: 24.05.27

Words: 1,019

General, Sabriel (Implied)


Last night started out like any other: hitting a bar to blow off some steam, chatting up the redhead – nothing out of the ordinary. At least, not until she mentioned something about ‘living a little’ and ordering a round of Jell-O shots.

And then another.

And another.

And another.

Dean didn’t know what the hell the bar used – it tasted like straight gasoline mixed with that obviously fake strawberry flavour – but he got buzzed fast and reached hammered not too long after.

The rest of the night was a nauseating blurry flash of laughs, spilled drinks, a shared cab ride and then some R rated fun.

The blonde had awoke to a dark room, his pants dangling off the ceiling fan and his companion was nowhere in sight. The perfect time to sneak out without having to have that awkward morning-after talk.

The elevator bumped then, causing a new wave of nausea to hit the blonde, oh no… He caught himself with one hand against the wall and instinctively leaned over, don’t barf in the elevator…don’t barf in the elevator…

He barely heard the ding of the doors opening over the sound of his dry-heave.

Ugh.

“Um,” A man’s voice got his watery eyes off the floor. The short man looked as dishevelled as he felt, and flashed a fake polite smile, “Maybe I’ll wait for the next one.”

“No, no,” Dean straightened up and cleared his throat, moving to stand closer to the wall, “I’m not gonna puke.”

The stranger gave him a once over before hesitantly stepping into the car, “You’re lucky I’m too hungover for more stairs.”

Dean chuckled and backed up as the guy leaned over to hit the button, “Rough night?”

Fun night. The guy I was with…”


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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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No Kind of Plan (Preview)

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Written: 22.10.21

Words: 527

General

Prompt: Toasted Marshmallow Day (Aug. 30th)


“Ah,” Dean let out a content sigh as he watched the flames on the pyre in front of them flicker against the dark sky.

Sam snorted and shook his head, “Only you could be happy watching a body burn.”

“Pfft, please,” The blonde waved a dismissive hand before making the short trip over to the car, opening the backseat door, “how could you not be happy knowing there’s one less Wendigo running around?”

“I still think it’s weird you built a pyre for it.”

“Oh, sure,” Dean rolled his eyes as he leaned forward, digging the cooler off the floor, “next time I’ll just let the forest catch on fire.”

“That’s not-”

“Didn’t they teach you fire safety at Stanford?”


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You Want Me (Preview)

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Written: 23.06.08

Words: 412

General

Prompt: Bacon Lover’s Day


“Whatcha doing, Dean?”

The blonde half-turned, gesturing to the radio and his cell, “What’s it look like?”

Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he plopped down into a chair, “Good luck.”

“Pfft, please. I don’t nee- sh!”

Dean held his free hand out to hush the giant as Connor took his shot.

“Uh, is it Boys Are Back In Town by Twisted Sister?”

“Yes!” Dean spun around on the spot, wide smile splitting his face, “I knew you were a moron, Connor!”


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