Hurt Makes it BeautifulI had to get Sam, I mean, I had to. He's my little brother, I'd do, I have done everything I could for him and maybe, maybe I shouldn't. I made a lot of mistakes. With him gone I had to get to him, get to him before something really bad happened, and I did it too fast. I didn't think it through. I should have slowed down, I should have been better.
Sam had gone missing in the middle of the night. He'd done that before, sure, but usually it was after a fight and we were okay, we were finally okay with each other, and otherwise he'd leave me a note or something, tell me where he was going. He left nothing. I knew there was something wrong. I could feel it in my gut. This wasn't like Sam at all.
He hadn't been drinking demon blood. I knew that. We had detoxed him, made him go cold turkey and that was wrong but I think it helped. He hasn't had any sense. I could tell. He didn't have the jitters any more, no influx of power, Hell, he wasn't using his powers at all anymore. That made me glad
Blood to BleedHe did not approve of Dean's obsession with food. While in the real world it had been irritating, he would not be able to join Castiel until he had eaten and he would often become weak if he did not eat sufficiently. Now that they were in Purgatory though, his needs had grown, become much stronger and persistent. He would complain loudly and constantly, until Castiel would give in and search for some food.
He did not like the idea of Dean eating things from Purgatory either. You are what you eat, right? Castiel had giggled at that, picturing Dean as a piece of pie and a cold beer. The fruits of Purgatory were all poisonous; Castiel had learned this by sampling them himself, so that only left the creatures that resided there. At least eating them made it so that they couldn't come to life again, but Castiel was afraid that they would make Dean into a monster as well.
He had noticed the effects already. Dean's vision had gotten better, as had all of his senses and he knew when Castiel wa
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