The Shadow of Father Christopher
The man kept his eyes down as he walked the stone steps up to the church. He was a little taller than average although he did not look that way, his shoulders slumped down so it looked like he was carrying the heavy load of planets upon his back. Still, Father Devin smiled at him as he approached, holding out one long hand to the newcomer.
"Welcome, Father." He stated, "I take it you are our newest shepherd."
The younger of the two smiled a small but sad smile and finally looked the priest in the eyes. It startled him and he took his hand away more hastily than he anticipated as he fought the urge to run away from this young man.
He wasn't handsome enough to be paid for it, but he was the kind of attractive that would get middle schoolers to have a crush on him if he were their professor, and truly he looked more like an instructor than an man of the cloth. He was pale, as pale as Devin himself other than a bright pink that dotted his angular lips. His face was broad and his nose strai
Lazarus AscensionThey swooped and gained elevation before diving around Hellfire and torture chambers which hung low in the caverns of Hell as cages, passing their garrison and leaving them without the protection of numbers. It didn't seem to matter what their mission was, their captain was always flying ahead, showing off.
"C'mon Sammy!" the older of the two angels exclaimed, "I bet I'll get to him before he's even in your sights!"
So a race was it? Sam rolled his eyes. "This isn't a game, Dean!"
But Dean didn't listen. He never did. Not unless you were his father or with direct orders from him did he listen. He tucked his wings closer to his body and plummeted, gathering speed with his momentum.
Castiel woke with a start in the darkness and as the dirt crowded his mouth with his first inhale the panic was already starting to rise. He thought he was still in Hell, even though he had been saved. He had switched roles too, done exactly what the demons had wanted and yet he was back to being tortured. He
The Dream PoliceI hated it when Dean had nightmares. They were natural, with the lives that we led there was no reason for us not to have nightmares. I'm surprised mine have subsided at all. There was nothing supernatural about them, they couldn't hurt him, they were dreams.
But I knew exactly what Dean was dreaming about. It was Hell. It was all that Dean ever dreamed about, now that he was out and it was something that I could do nothing about. I couldn't wake Dean up, Cas had tried that and been attacked for his efforts. So I had to sit there, sit and watched as my brother was tortured, or torturing, in his sleep, and I could do nothing about it.
Well, there may have been something I could do. I pulled out my cell phone and called the nerdy little angel.
"Cas?" I whispered, "It's Dean, he's having one of his nightmare flashbacks. Could you wake him up?"
"Where are you?" Cas's voice sounded even more gruff than usual.
"Uh, the Luxury Motel in Bristol, Tennessee. Room 146."
Cas sat on the edge of Dea
The Vampire ClubVampires. Not too hard, right? Well, that's what Dean said and well, it's not like we were going up against a whole nest or anything. These ones had gotten separated from the others and were trying to make it on their own and I couldn't help but feel that it was in some way related to how Gordon had been killing vampires everywhere just a few years before. Still, four vampires were a lot easier to hunt down and kill than a whole nest.
Dean had come up with the plan. He would come in the back, sneak his way forward and take out as many as he came across. Cas and I were going in the front. It wasn't what Cas should have been doing, I mean, he's an angel, not a hunter. He's more of a badass than we are, sure, but he had better things to do. Had places he needed to go. I have no idea what these things and places are, but I know that they are things that he was usually off doing. Instead he was stuck, babysitting me.
It's not like I was really badly hurt. I could handle myself. I got hit a