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While thine eyes are cast to Heaven, I shall leadCrowley led Castiel away from the garden and the surviving Winchester. Despite them being humans they had managed to thwart Azazel, Alistair, Lillith and Lucifer.While thine eyes are cast to Heaven, I shall lead in General Fiction More Like This
Crowley knew that it was safer for him and his plans to keep the angel and the Righteous man apart.
"Ah, Castiel. Angel of Thursday. Just not your day is it?"
I wasn't surprised by his reaction. We bantered a bit.
The thing that is easily forgotten with my new position as king of hell is my former occupation: king of the crossroads.
I'm a sales man. I see what my customer wants and offer it to them. For a prize, of course.
Everthing to make them hang themsleves easier without
PrettyDean considered himself a very laid back guy.Pretty in General Fiction More Like This
He didn't need a lot to be happy: some food, a beer or a woman was more than enough for him. In combination it was even better.
He scanned the bar for a potential partner for a sweaty work out. There were the ones that already had a partner, one who had a partner but wanted to play regardless and 2 who practically vibrated with desperation about being alone.
He ignored them and focused on the other ones.
A group of women at a table, perhaps. One alone at the bar, he knew she wasn't interested.
Two to the side deciding what they wanted from the jukebox. A possibility. Would depend on their cho
Alastair's ApprenticeIt was strange.Alastair's Apprentice in General Fiction More Like This
Who would have thought that the righteous man would have a natural talent for torture?
Alastair loved seeing Dean work.
It was the same with every new soul who came to Dean's rack.
Normally a soul stayed on the rack at least for as long as it took for them to change, to become a demon.
Nobody else but Dean and his father before him ever got the offer to change sides. Had Dean already been a demon before coming of the rack and torturing others he wouldn't have been the righteous man anymore.
There were no souls not on the rack or waiting for the rack.
Just Dean.
When a new soul came they were always relieved to see a fe
January 24th 1997The clerk mustered the two men carefully reading through the documents.January 24th 1997 in General Fiction More Like This
Both looked uncomfortable to be here but determined to finish what they came for: The father, John Winchester, officially sharing his parental rights over his 13 year old son Sam with his son Dean.
When the father signed the other document giving Dean sole custody over his brother in case of his own death he didn't even bat an eye.
According to the younger's driver's license he had just turned 18 that day, was this really something that had to be done now? Shouldn't he be out with friends to celebrate this day?
The clerk remembered back what he had done on that birthd
The downside of normalitySam knew that this was normal, that everyone had to go through this in their life.The downside of normality in General Fiction More Like This
Perhaps Dean hadn't, but it was a normal part of growing up.
But why did it then feel so bad?
Sam knew that his whole head was as red as a tomato and pulsed in heat.
He was frozen in place and some tiny little part of his mind told him to run but his limbs didn't work anymore.
His vague hope that not actively listening would actually stop his hearing hadn't worked in his favor.
Dean still sat there and gave him The Talk.
Contrary to human behavior, Dean had no natural sense of shame. He wasn't the type to speak about what he did with girls, he always kep
A Matter of TimeCal Lightman mustered his latest project.A Matter of Time in General Fiction More Like This
James Novak, a normal family man and father of Pontiac, Illinois who suddenly disappeared after a psychiatrist diagnosed Schizophrenia. It was interesting that he was found in the company of the psychotic killer Dean Winchester.
Winchester was now in the company of a psychiatrist since the FBI hadn't been able to profile him or his brother Sam through their deeds. They wanted Lightman to have a go with him as well, to check if Winchester wasn't perhaps more or less sane and chose the killing methods and victims the way he did to confuse law enforcement. But first they wanted to understand the connec
Meeting In Between„We really have to stop meeting like that. People might get the wrong idea." Crowley mustered the angel through his champagne flute.Meeting In Between in General Fiction More Like This
Balthazar snorted. "What idea would that be, Crowley. That you don't have anything to do with angels? We both know bloody well better."
So that was the problem. The angel knew about his little arrangement with Castiel. Crowley didn't know how or why, he certainly didn't slip up.
Perhaps it would be a good idea to go back to his prisoners, he still didn't have the key to opening purgatory. Just because the angel and demon operated in the same human social class and met from time to time didn't make their
SPN Big Pretzel 'Adopt-a-Bunny' Answer Prompt 33Doris mustered the hunters and smiled brightly.SPN Big Pretzel 'Adopt-a-Bunny' Answer Prompt 33 in General Fiction More Like This
Both Winchester felt uncomfortable from her look alone, her roving eyes enjoying the sight before her.
When she contacted help for her club she hadn't expected them. Her friend had given her case to the Winchesters because he was in the hospital and not capable of even standing at the moment, a hunt was completely out of the question.
"So, I don't have that many positions you can fill. You have the option of going as Drag Queen or waiter in the club."
Neither of them looked happy about the idea but they knew it was the easiest way to observe the comings and goings.
Doris was ready to decide
Hell in NumbersSam knew he would never get the image of Dean telling him about hell out of his head. Dean crying, his sounds and his shame.Hell in Numbers in General Fiction More Like This
Shame for just managing to be tortured for 30 years. For breaking.
It didn't matter that humans weren't built to withstand something like this, that even with his body repaired each day any other person would have broken a long time before. That he hadn't even been alive for that long.
Sam knew that despite everything that happened to him, Dean didn't regret selling his soul for his brother. The only thing he regretted were the last ten years of hell, worse than just breaking, the part where he tortured others to esc
Swap MeatGary wouldn't believe his luck. Out of all the witches and warlocks in the US he was the one to find hell's most wanted!Swap Meat in General Fiction More Like This
He sorted through the Fast Food order and contemplated what he could do.
His thoughts and eyes wandered to Dean's tall travel companion.
A plan formed in his mind, a plan that combined his desire to get out of his boring and regulated life and helped him in getting the bounty for the kill.
Sta.sh
