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Written: 26.06.03

Words: 1,099

Destiel (Implied)

“Whoa!” Dean quickly tossed the wrench in his hand at the floor, barely catching the tail-end of his daughter’s dress as she bolted toward the front door, “Where’s the fire?”

Taylor blew out an annoyed breath as she pointed her thumb over her shoulder, “The ice cream truck!”

“What about it?” Dean blinked at her absently as his brain played catch-up. After a minute – in which, his daughter tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes, doing a damn good impression of Cas’ confused face – his ears finally picked up the jingle playing just beyond his door, “Oh, r-right. Sorry, Sweetheart.”

He dug his free hand into his pocket, before handing her a bill and nodding, “Stay on the block.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her overtly-sweet tone made him laugh as she raced out the front door. Dean shook his head and moved so he could see her and the gang of other kids out the living room window. He caught the eye of one of his neighbours who nodded to him. Dean raised his hand in silent appreciation before he turned back to the couch he was supposed to be fixing.

All Cas had not-asked him to do was tighten the foot rest, yet here he was, surrounded by miscellaneous couch parts, his toolbox and definitely more screws than what he remembered taking out of the thing.

One could argue it was not, in fact, going well. Especially since it was already – Dean flicked his eyes up to the clock on the wall – 6pm, shit. So much for surprising him.

Dean blew out a breath as he looked around the mess, Cas’ll have a field day if he gets home from work and sees this.

“Okay, new plan!” Dean clapped his hands and nodded to himself, put everything back as fast as possible and hope he hits traffic.

Just as Dean got back down onto his knees, the front door burst open.

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Written: 26.04.07

Words: 539

Sabriel, Fluff

“Saaaammich!”

Sam rolled his eyes at the whining call that floated down the stairs from his boyfriend. He just flicked to the next page of the book he was reading, not bothering to get up off the couch, “Whaaat?”

“Come here!”

“Why?”

After a few moments of silence, Sam huffed and got up, if this is something stupid, I swear to God… He begrudgingly made his way up the stairs, doing his best not to curse his boyfriend. It wasn’t Gabriel’s fault his boss had been on a rampage lately and today was the first day off he’d managed to get in three weeks.

His brows furrowed as he made it to the second floor and saw the bathroom door closed, okay, maybe not a dumb thing after all. He closed the small distance and brought a hand up to knock, “Gabe?”

“Come in!”

Sam’s brows furrowed farther at the sing-songy voice that floated through the door. He hesitated a moment before walking in, “… Is everything okay?”

He stopped short in the doorway as he spotted his boyfriend – perfectly fine, sitting happily in an overly-bubbled tub. He turned to the giant as a shiver ran through his body, “Close the door!”

“Uh, right, sorry,” Sam quickly closed the door and took a couple dumbfounded steps into the room, “So…?”

The trickster scooched himself over to one end of the tub, nodding at the opposite side, “Join me.”

Sam deflated with relief, “This was your emergency?”

He blinked up at him innocently, “I never said it was an emergency.”

Sam couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle at that, “I was in the middle of reading.”

“You don’t wanna be in the middle of me?”

“You should be capable of taking a shower without me, y’know.”

“I can,” Gabriel sent him a wink as his signature smirk lit up his features, “but it’s more fun with you.”

“How are you possibly still this horny?”

“That’s my secret, Sammich.” Gabriel got up onto his knees at that, which made him just tall enough, his dick poked out from above the bubble line, “I’m always horny.”

Sam shook his head again and raised an eyebrow, “Is that supposed to entice me?”

Gabriel moved his hips from side-to-side and wiggled his eyebrows up at the giant, “Nooo…”

Another chuckle escaped the giant’s mouth at that, and he felt his cheeks flare. He licked his lips and looked back to the closed door, I could always finish my book later…

After a moment of not-too-hard-deliberating, he peeled his shirt off and took a few steps closer to the tub, “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Gabriel sat back down, satisfied smile on his face as he watched the giant start stripping, “But I’m your idiot.”

Sam shook his head again as he started to undo his belt, “You know I barely fit in this tub alone, right? How comfy do you think it’ll be with both of us?”

“Pfft, please,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, and winked back up at his boyfriend just as his pants fell, “I’m sure I’ll find somewhere else to sit.”

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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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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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