Dean Winchester cruised down the empty highway in his black 1967 Chevy Impala, the notes of Led Zeppelin blasting from the car radio.
“Can you turn that down a bit?” His brother Sam asked from the passenger seat beside him, a laptop in his lap and a leather-bound book whose pages were yellowed with age propped on the dashboard. Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] Research On The Road”
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“A demon and a cupid walk into a motel.”
“Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke,” Dean Winchester said, rather calmly considering he was tied to a chair.
The woman in front of him responded with a sweet smile and continued her story. “To anyone watching, they’re the perfect strangers. The demon carries a personally made bullet. The cupid carries a gun.” Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] Brokenhearted…Literally (Part 2)”
“Victim’s name was Smith Dargan. Convicted of assault and released last week on parole.” Sam Winchester read from the report the New York Police Department handed to two FBI agents, or so the department thought were the identities of the Winchesters.
“Dude was a criminal. Doesn’t mean it’s our kind of case,” Dean Winchester said between bites of his meat-lover’s sandwich. He eyed his brother’s garden salad with distaste. “You eat like a rabbit.” Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] Brokenhearted…Literally (Part 1)”
“Damn it, Sam, next time we go vamp hunting, we’re bringing one of those to-go detergent pen things. It’s a pain in the ass trying to wash the blood off every time,” Dean Winchester hunched over a sink in a shabby motel bathroom in Boise, Idaho, angrily scrubbing away at a leather jacket.
“I don’t think those pen things work on blood,” Sam Winchester replied. The plaid shirt he wore during the vampire hunt washed easily and was now hanging to dry on the shower railing. “Maybe next time, don’t wear your leather jacket.”
“Maybe next time, don’t wear your leather jacket,” Dean mimicked, flicking soap suds onto Sam’s drying shirt, just as his phone started ringing outside. Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] A Bloody Detour”
Dean Winchester trudged into the kitchen, glanced at his brother Sam peering at him from the brim of his coffee mug, and did an instant double-take. “What?”
“I don’t like the look on your face.”
“You mean my drinking-coffee-minding-my-own-business look?”
Dean’s silent stare over the top of his own steaming coffee mug said plainly he wasn’t buying the innocent act. Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] The Prank War”