It was a nice day; the sun was flooding in waves over the golden plains. A still, quiet silence filled the air, the kind speaking of lazy Sunday afternoons and the hushed warmth of late summer. Nearby, an antelope nibbled gracefully at a few stalks of grass, unbothered by anything. That is, until an old black car tore past it, shocking it into fleeing from the formerly empty road. The faint notes of “Highway to Hell” could be heard even after the car had disappeared from sight.
“Not funny, Dean,” Sam said from the passenger seat, not bothering to look up from the assorted papers in his lap. It was a poor choice of son
Waking up after a blackout is always dreadful. What makes it worse, is having a stranger's face being the last shred of memory to rise to the surface.
Andrea opened her eyes, regret in every move she made. She gasped and bolted upright when her hand stroked silk instead of a t-shirt. These aren't my clothes.
A sickening knot formed in her stomach as she looked over the racy cocktail she was wearing. Someone sure went out of their way to put all this together. Her mother had been right- moving to Seattle had been a mistake. The one night she's bold enough to leave the pub with a stranger, and she ended up roofied.
Sitting up, Andrea cleared
Witches. Friggin witches. Dean and Sam were hunting a witch that loved to mess and toy around with her victims and they were close to ganking the bitch. Though it didn't go as planned. A bright flash of light and a gunshot was all dean remembered before he passed out. Opening his eyes after a few hours, he noticed there was no Sam and no witch in sight, he was in a bedroom. Probably the witches he thought dryly. He stood up to look around and headed towards the window. "Sam you better not have taken my baby" he muttered, it would explain why Sam wasn't there though why would Sam leave dean passed out in the witches room. He looked out of the
Tiny!Charlie ficlet part 1 by Obsess-Confess, literature
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Tiny!Charlie ficlet part 1
"Dean?"
Blinking away the strange sleep, Charlie woke up to see the blonde hunter looming over her on the bed. Something was off about the image, and it took her brain several moments of confused back and forth to logic out what exactly was wrong her perspective. Dean had always been pretty tall. But right now, he was about the size of the Sears tower to Charlie. So not normal. The jade eyes far overhead locked onto her the moment she opened her mouth, sending a vicious chill up her spine.
"Oh F-Fudge muffins..." Charlie muttered with a gulp.
Dean got down closer to her, aware of her stammering and shocked reaction. As he set a huge hand o
Mid-January, 2009
Buffalo, NY
Sam wakes up covered in sweat, and he groans while keeping his eyes shut, convinced he’ll see hazy waves of heat if he looks around. Either the heater is broken, or this shitty motel really IS a hellhole—literally.
His eyes shoot open. Hellhole. Hell. DEAN. Sam sits up and looks at the bed beside him. It’s empty. His first reaction is relief: Dean isn’t having a Hell flashback thanks to the ungodly temperature of their room. Of course, his second reaction is worry. Where is he? Grimacing as his moist skin slides along cooling, sweat-laden sheets, he gets up and moves over to the bathroom.
Brothers Apart Contest 2016!(Contest Closed!) by nightmares06, journal
Brothers Apart Contest 2016!(Contest Closed!)
Hello all followers and fans! The time has come around once more!
From January 1st, 2016 to April 23rd, 2016, there is a contest running for Brothers Apart!
All art mediums are welcome, but the art must be based off of one of the stories within the Brothers Apart Universe. AU's included!
Literature is accepted, so feel free to enter in any story entries you want. The stipulation is if it is a multi-part story, all parts must be up by March 31st.
Update 4/24/2016: Entries updated and contest closed! Winners will be announced during the next week!
Sneak peek for Brothers Asunder up on tumblr! Check it out and let us know what you think! :hea
Witches. WHY did it have to be WITCHES?
Dean keeps asking himself this question as he trudges on through the snow. And it is DEEP snow—up and over the top of his boots even at his current 10-foot size. He shivers, not so much from the snow, though it is wet and everywhere, but from the temperature: somewhere below zero and falling rapidly as the sun sets. The winds blowing the white stuff around aren't helping, and the branches from the trees in this forest he's clomping through keep showering him with MORE snow, MORE cold, and, when they're feeling extra spiteful, cutting scarlet gashes into his raw cheeks. Parting gifts from the cove
The Comeback Kid || Chapter One by Obsess-Confess, literature
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The Comeback Kid || Chapter One
Turlock, California:
It was barely half past eleven at night in the modest police department. Most desks were empty, the holding cells quieted down for the evening. But interrogation room 1A was the place to be for the majority of the late-night staff. A rookie patrolman trudged out to the break room to refill his yellow coffee mug while four other officers remained gathered in the observation room on the other side of the two way mirror. Inside the interrogation room, a blinding block of fluorescent light illuminated a middle aged sergeant sitting across the table from a curvy woman with hair that seemed to have multiplied in curliness due
3/13/15 UPDATE: Don't forget - tonight's the last night you have to get your entry in! Lots of prizes, thanks to all the wonderful entries, so if you have an entry, get it to me in a note! I'll have a contest ended journal tomorrow and once that goes up, that's it. Also - I changed the day I'll announce the winners. Winners will be announced next Saturday, due to Friday can be a very hard night for me to get anything done due to work.
3/10/15 UPDATE: New entry added. We now have a third place prize guys! :la: Check it out at the bottom. Also: only a few days left~!
3/7/15 UPDATE: One week left! (I meant to do this last night but I was so
Contest Entry: We're A Normal Family by Heroofthe13thDay, literature
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Contest Entry: We're A Normal Family
“Wake up!”
Dean groaned and turned to the other side. He was allowed about five more minutes of sleep before the voice turned to the other side and spoke again.
“Uncle Dean, wake up! You promised!”
He blearily opened one eye and the tiny blur in front of him slowly cleared into his frowning tiny niece. Closing his eye again, Dean heard tiny protests coming from his pillow.
“No Uncle Dean! Don’t you fall back asleep! YOU PROMISED!”
Suddenly, he felt tiny hands gripped into his eyelashes and pulling them with all their might.
“OW!”
Dean pulled back and rubbed his eyes. It was useless