The mountaintop was cold. DeanA DESTIEL FANFIC.More Like This
The mountaintop was cold. Dean, however, was so upset he couldn’t move.
He looked down at where Ruby the demon had disappeared and thought of how sam would kill him. Sam had loved that demon.
Just as Dean loved the angel who stood next to him.
“Hello, Dean.” Castiel rasped in his unmistakable tone of voice, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey.” Dean looked down, and sighed. “I killed Sam’s lover.”
“I see that.” Castiel said. “We could try to talk some sense into him, but I doubt it would work.”
Dean shook his head in a futile attempt to get rid of the snow flooding it. Castiel kneeled by him, and took his hand in his.
“You are cold, Dean.” He said, and blew on Dean’s hand lightly. The air was instantly buffeted away by the freezing atmosphere on the mountain, but Dean was suddenly warm again.
“Thanks.” He said, freeing his hand. Both he and Castiel stood up to watch
CATCH A WAVE.Chapter one.CaCATCH A WAVE.More Like This
Castielle Novak was Chuck Novak’s child, and everyone knew it. They were opposites--Chuck, too loud and rude, Castielle polite and silent as a tomb. The town folk said that Castielle grew up under an iron fist, allowed to wear what she wanted and act as she pleased as long as she always obeyed Chuck. It was strange, seeing the man walk to church and the little girl following him, always dressed in jeans and a too big t-shirt.
It had been twenty years for Castielle under his roof, but she didn’t spend much time in the house at all.
One could see Castielle each day at the beach, pale with black hair and black jeans and top, looking at the ocean and the surfers. She never went swimming or surfed, never sunbathed or went over to flirt with the lifeguard. She sat there, just watching--no music, nor book. She was silent, and watchful.
Castielle knew people that she was odd, but she could have cared less the day of July 5th. The waves were big, and it wa
SPN - Dead HoursThe soft blue glow of the motel alarm clock caught his eye as Dean fell jarringly into the waking world. The blur of sleep melting away, he noticed that it was 2:57.More Like This
Nearly the Dead Hours.
The Dead Hours was a term he first heard from Bobby referring to the hours between 3:00 and 5:00 in the morning. When pressed, the man admitted that the only reason why anyone had to be up at that hour was one of four options. That they were dead unlucky and working a night shift. Dead stupid and unaware of how much danger they were in due to option number three, which was that they were actually dead themselves and looking for some brains or souls to eat. Or, finally, that there was something dead strange going on.
Dean found a lot of merit to this theory; was deeply familiar with it in fact and had compared evidence on the subject with both Bobby and Sam many times. As such this process of observation was secondary to the reflex action of him snatching his gun from under his pillow.
However, he nev