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Random Teaser Chapter

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This is a random, completed chapter from my still untitled book. I have almost 40,000 written so far. That’s all the context you get folks. Please please leave feedback if you are so inclined!

Word Count:1024

Warnings: I don’t think any – let me know if I’m mistaken

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“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean clenched his teeth, breathing
heavily.

“I…I didn’t think….” Sam stammered.

“No. No, you didn’t think Sam. You didn’t care about anybody
but yourself.” Dean pushed past him, sending Sam stumbling into the kitchen
table. Sam grabbed his side, wincing in pain. That was gonna leave a bruise,
Sam thought. Dean stormed out the front door, slamming the screen behind him.

Sam waited, wondering if he should follow him. His fingers
played with the hem of his shirt. He nervously shifted from one foot to the
other, finally making his decision. He turned and went back to his bedroom,
alone.

Dean walked past a junker near the door, reaching in and
grabbing one of his several stashed bottles of whiskey. He unscrewed the cap
and quickly drank down a few large swallows. He wandered around outside for
nearly thirty minutes, drinking and pacing. He paced all over the yard – back
and forth, trying to get his anger under control. After calming himself, he
realized he overreacted.

He couldn’t stay mad at Sam for long, though and came back
inside to apologize for his outburst. They needed to work things out. They were
going to have to figure out how to manage this new…ability. He knew Sam was
still sensitive, and Dean was willing to step up for this.

Sam wasn’t in the kitchen, so Dean figured he just went back
to his bedroom. He knew Sam was probably still upset and angry, too. They
hadn’t fought like that since before Sam was kidnapped. Dean took his time down
the hallway, practicing his apology in his head, wondering if Sam could hear
him.

“Worth a try,” Dean said out loud. “Dude. Sam. I’m sorry. We’ll
figure it out, ok?” this he said in his head, just in case Sam could hear him
now, he made all his thoughts apologetic and comforting.

“Sammy?” Dean knocked on Sam’s door, which opened when Dean
pushed gently. The room was empty.

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Sam’s Guilty Pleasure (part 2)

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The
voice behind him made him jump.

“Lose
something, Sam?”

Sam turned around quickly to face
his brother. Dean was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed across
his chest. He wore the biggest smirk Sam had ever seen.

“Uh…I uh…”

“Yeah, yeah…keep thinking, I’m
sure you’ll come up with something.” He kept staring at Sam, not moving. Sam
was suddenly very uncomfortable.

“I was…looking…looking for
something I left out here, Dean.”

“uh-huh.” Dean just kept smiling.

Sam turned and pretended to look
for his lost item again. Dean rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms, standing
up. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Give it up Sammy, I already know.”

“Know? Know what?” Sam tried to
hold back his worried expression, but the uncertainty in his voice was obvious.

“Dude, just come inside. I put it
in the fridge, ok? You can’t just leave things like that lying around for
hours. It’ll go bad, alright?”

Sam swallowed. “What?”

But Dean just disappeared inside.
Sam took a couple of deep breaths, knowing his secret had been discovered. Dean
was never ever going to let him live this down. He was going to be teased relentlessly.
He ran his hand over the back of his neck, his face red with embarrassment. But
he followed Dean inside anyway.

He walked back into the kitchen to
a surprise. Dean had fresh bacon cheeseburgers – and fries –  sitting on the table.

“Dean, what’s this? How did you –“

“They really are so much better
right after they’re cooked, Sam. If you’re gonna do this, you’re gonna do
it right.”

“Did you make these?” Sam was stunned.

“Damn right I did.” Dean’s voice
was not teasing, but proud.

Sam shook his head, embarrassed. “I
really don’t…I mean it was just this one time. I wanted to try the whole bacon cheeseburger
thing.” He looked up at his brother, who was raising his eyebrows.

“I know your secret, Sam. This isn’t
the first burger you’ve hidden from me.”

Sam opened his mouth to protest
but Dean held up his hand.

“Sit down.” Dean’s voice was firm
but playful.” “Eat.”

Sam blushed and sat down, and cautiously
took a bite. The burger was delicious, and Sam closed his eyes, a small “mmmmm”
escaping his lips.

Dean laughed gently, his eyes
crinkling up as he smiled. He took a bite of his own burger, watching Sam eat.

“Listen. I know you have a…a
reputation, or whatever,” Dean said, waving his hand in the air. “But nothing
wrong with a burger every now and then.” Sam kept eating, keeping his eyes on
his brother, nodding.

“But because I like you,” Dean
pointed at Sam, poking him in the arm a few times, “and respect you…I’m gonna pretend
your little… ’guilty pleasure’ thing never even happened.”

Sam swallowed, his ears turning
pink. “Thanks, Dean, I…”

“Shut up Sam. Eat your damn
burger.”

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The Last Day

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A/N: This is for

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’s Tell me an angst drabble challenge!Ok, so yeah this one is sad, but that was kinda the whole point of this one, so yeah. Loss, heartache, all that…



Warnings: main
character death(s), grief, tears, pain, hunter’s funeral, implied suicide

Words: 488


The crisp leaves crunched under Sam’s feet as he carried the
body to the pyre, very gently setting it down on the ground beside him. He took
great care in building this one. It would be the last one he would ever build.
And the most important one, too. Everything had to be just right for this.

The sun was starting to set behind him, ending what had been
the hardest day of his life. He reached into his pocket as the wind blew
stronger, momentarily making him pause. He heard the fluttering of the leaves
and turned his head. He looked around, as if waiting for something – or someone.
But he was alone.

He knew the sound of the flutter of wings could now only be
a memory.

“Dammit Cas, why didn’t you just –“ Sam shook his head,
wiping his hand down his face, rubbing the tears from his eyes.

He pulled the amulet out of his pocket and put it around his
neck. He took a deep breath as he felt the weight of it against his chest. Sinking
to his knees in the dirt, and fingering the cloth wrapped around the body of
his brother, Sam raised his head to the sky, and screamed.

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Sam’s Realization

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Sam sits in the armchair by the fire. It crackles and spits
as he stares into it. He has a whiskey in his hand and a slight smile on his
lips.

Dean wanders into the room with a book in one hand and a
beer in the other. He says nothing, but brushes up against his brother as he stands right beside him. Sam looks up at him. Dean looks down and
raises his eyebrows.

Are you ok, Sam?

The words don’t actually need to be spoken.

Sam takes a deep breath and nods, looking away. Dean’s mouth forms into a
tight line, not believing him, and he shakes his head. But he sits on
the couch quietly. Putting the book down next to him, he leans over and tucks a
lock of hair behind Sam’s ear.

“Sam,” he says quietly, bringing his hand back to his lap.
He takes a sip of beer, not taking his eyes off his brother.

Sam nods and looks down. His voice is quiet. Dean listens
and says nothing.

“So…I kinda had an epiphany today, I think. I was being all
existential…” Sam lets out a huff of breath here, sounds a little shaky. Dean
just sits and listens as Sam continues.

“…why am I here, what’s the point of all this…that kinda
stuff. I mean, I suffer. I’ve been suffering, right?” Sam still doesn’t look at
Dean. He waves his hand in the air as if he’s disregarding his own words.

“Some things I’ve
shared with you, others I haven’t.” Dean stiffens at these words and he closes
his eyes.

“I’m alone. Mostly. I mean I have you, but I don’t really
know love. Not the way I should.  I’m struggling.
All the time. And…” Sam pauses again and Dean opens his eyes. Sam seems unable
to continue. But he takes a sip of whiskey and keeps talking.

“… I’m an empath. I absorb people’s feelings. I take it into
myself and suffer second hand stuff.” Sam clenches his fist here and pounds his
chest softly. Dean shakes his head and sets down his beer. He reaches out to
put his hand on Sam’s, but Sam lifts his hand and puts it in his lap. He looks
down at the glass in his other hand. Dean pulls his hand back, tries not to be
offended.

“Anyway, my point is…I came to the realization that maybe
that IS my purpose. I’m supposed to be alone, I’m supposed to suffer. I’m supposed to be the one with the pain and
the sadness – because if I have it – that means others aren’t having it…I can help others. I’m not here for me, I’m here
for everyone else. I can take on suffering because I am strong. I am built for
that.”

Dean closes his eyes again.

“It’s my purpose.” Sam stares into the fire.

Dean stands up, a tear forming at the edge of his eye.

“And I think I’m ok with that.” Sam swallows the last of his
whiskey, resting his arm on the chair.

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Purple Haze (part 2)

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Sam x Rowena (for @bunnybaby121115 and @royalrowena)

“Rowena, what the hell is this, what are you doing to me?”
Sam pulled back a little, but still kept his arms around her. He didn’t want to
let go, but something told him that something very wrong was going on here.

“Samuel, I swear, I’m not…” But Sam bared his teeth and
practically growled at her. He
reached up and grabbed her hair near the base and pulled.

“Rowena, I can’t…I’m sorry, I can’t…what the hell is that?”

She felt the pull between them, she did. Something was going
on. It started the moment Sam had pulled her into his arms. She felt desire.
Stronger than ever before. But Sam was clearly affected differently. He couldn’t
let her go. His pure animal instinct took over. He leaned in again, and slowly
started to nibble and lick on her earlobe.

“God Rowena, I can’t keep my hands off of you!” He exhaled
sharply into her neck.

Rowena’s eyes had been shut. But when she felt Sam’s breath
on her neck, she felt something else, too. And then she knew immediately what
it was. She sat up quickly and tried to push Sam away gently. But he held on
tight. He did not want to let go.

“Samuel, listen to me. I know what this is.”

“What.” Sam growled, keeping his head buried in her neck.

“We share a mutual trauma.”

“Yes.”

“We share something else.”

Sam’s head lifted slightly.

“Magic.”

“Magic?” Sam lifted his head fully, but he did not let her
go. “Rowena, I do not have any – “ But Rowena reached her hand up and put it in
his hair.

“You do Sam. You do.

For now, Sam had no control. He had to have her. His skin
burned with desire. When he touched her, all seemed right with the world. And
she let him.

“We’ll work this out later, Rowena, but right now…I need
you.”

“I need you too, Sam…”

A soft purple haze started forming over their heads when he
kissed her.

“Rowena, what is that?” he murmured into her ear, nibbling
and sucking as he spoke.

She smiled. “I told you Sam. That’s magic. That’s all you…”

Sam glanced at the purple sparks and smiled. He was ready
for whatever happened next. He inhaled her scent and began nibbling on her neck
again.

That’s when the door burst open.

“What the hell is going on in here!”

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Sam’s Fear (part 6)

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PART 6

Rowena had never seen anything like
this before.  She tried various counter spells that she knew, as well as a
few of her own spells.  The only one that worked was the protection charm,
and that was only temporary.

She had chanted the spell again, to
give herself and Sam some time.  He had stopped writhing immediately and
lay still on the bed, his eyes staring at nothing.

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After pacing the room for a bit,
Rowena remembered when she had helped Dean get his memory back, and wondered if
a similar spell would work on his brother.  She could – Rowena stopped and
suddenly smiled.

“I’ve got it!” she said and picked
up the phone.

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Summer Challenge # 5 Purple Haze

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Again guys, something new. Never done this pairing. Not finished with this story either…feedback is appreciated…

Sam x Rowena

Warnings:None

Words: 907

Written for : @bunnybaby121115  & @royalrowena

Thank goodness Dean was out for the night, or he would have
been pissed.

She showed up around 11 o’clock. He was in a t-shirt and his
sleep pants; a soft, thin pair of sweats. It was hot out, but he didn’t like
sleeping bare, so these hung loosely around his hips and gave him the coverage
he wanted. They were quite comfortable for Sam. Except he was usually alone
when he was in his pajamas. Well, there was Dean, but obviously Sam didn’t care
about that.

She walked in as casually as any friend might have. Someone
who is always welcomed and happy to be seen. Except the bunker was warded and
secure, and Sam had no idea how she got in.

He was sitting in the library, comfortable in his pajamas
and glass of whiskey in his hand. She slowly walked around the corner, her cape
pulled tightly against her. Sam nearly choked on his drink.

Her sudden appearance startled him, and he reached for his
gun, but when he saw who it was and the state she was in, his look changed from
anger to softness.

“Rowena, what the hell – how did you – oh shit, are you ok?”
He set down his drink and headed over to her, wrapping his arm around her and
leading her to the couch.

She was sobbing. Actually sobbing. Her face was red, and he
could tell she had been crying for a long time. She was shaking, too. He could
see real fear behind those eyes. He knew that fear.

She wasn’t able to answer him.

They sat down on the couch, Rowena letting Sam guide her. He
tried again.

“Rowena?” He asked gently. He tucked a lock of her red hair
behind her ear, and she shivered under his touch.

“Samuel – I…I can’t.” her voice was barely a whisper. Sam frowned.

“It’s him, isn’t it. Fucking Lucifer.”

Rowena’s eyes widened in fear and she nodded slowly.

“His…face. I can’t stop…” she was gasping for breath, and
Sam pulled her close to his chest. He began stroking her hair.

“Sshh. It’s ok. I’m here. Let me help you.” This was strangely
easy for Sam. He didn’t feel angry or concerned for his safety. This wasn’t a
ruse. This was real. Rowena needed him. Really needed him. He let all his walls
fall down and held her close. He found himself kissing her hairline.

“It’s been a week, Samuel. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t
stop seeing his real face. Can’t stop feeling the pain he gave me. It’s non stop.
It won’t go away. Please. Please help me.” She choked back yet another sob.

Sam closed his eyes, pulling her more tightly to him. He
knew that pain. He didn’t want anyone – anyone – to feel that pain.

Rowena sagged into his arms, letting herself become
vulnerable, too.

“Sam, please, don’t let me go.”

“I won’t.”

They sat for a few minutes, just sitting in silence. Sam was
stroking her hair and Rowena was starting to calm in his touch. She knew this
would comfort her. She knew Sam would be the one. She wanted his arms around
her. Feeling him this closely, she wanted even more.

She had felt it the last time they were together. When Sam
tried to shoot her. She felt his pain and anguish. He hadn’t wanted to. She
knew he had wanted to reach out to her, but his Winchester instincts took over,
and well… that was never easily broken. She had already forgiven him for that.
She knew he wanted to take that back. She knew.

Now she really needed him. The only other person alive she
knew that had seen Lucifer’s real face.

She wanted Sam. She knew now, in his touch, that she wanted
him. Wanted his arms, his lips, his body. He would keep her safe. He may be fated
to kill her, but – who knew? Maybe that wouldn’t be for a hundred years…maybe…she
tried not to think about it.

She thought about using magic. Thought about using the
purple haze to get him to succumb to her. To be more pliant and open. It would
be easy. He’d never even notice. Really, all she had to do was just – suggest it.
It wouldn’t hurt him, and she couldn’t find it in her heart to do that now
anyway – she just wanted to feel him close. Hurting Sam Winchester was almost
impossible. The purple haze would just entice
him, make him more open to desire. She started to wiggle her fingers, but in
that moment, Sam turned her towards him.

“Rowena, do you feel that?” He looked deeply into her eyes.

She turned to him and nodded, lowering her hand. She might
not need magic after all.

“What is that?”

She shrugged. She wasn’t using magic. But she felt the pull.
So did Sam, apparently.

“Are you – ?”

“No, I’m not…”

He leaned in and kissed her.

The fire she felt. The passion. It was slow and intense. The
heat in her belly pooled around her and she wrapped her arms around him. Their lips
slid against each other, warm and wet.

Sam pulled back and looked at her.

“Rowena.” He tucked his fingers under her chin. “I don’t
know what this is…”

But he leaned in again and kissed hard and deep, pulling
Rowena as close to his body as he could.

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So Get This….

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So I’m on vacation. I have 2 glorious months off. I have house projects and self healing to work on. I also want to write. Like A LOT.

So if you have requests, or want me to continue an old series, or have ideas for drabbles or longer chapter-like stories…

Drop me an ask! Please! I’d love to hear what you want!

Do it on or off anon. Just fill my head with ideas!! 🙂

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Where’s Dean?

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Dean’s fist swung hard and connected with Sam’s jaw. He went
down, hard.

Sam’s hand went up automatically in self-defense.

But Dean had pummeled into him until his eyes were bloodied,
his cheek split open, his breath coming in sharp gasps. But Sam had refused to
fight back. He never raised a hand to his older brother as Dean cracked his
jaw, sending sparks to the corners of his eyes.

“Dean,” he said. It was simple, it was quiet.  It wasn’t enough.

“Dean, this isn’t you. Please.” He tried again.

Dean smiled. “Oh Sammy, I have to disagree.” He leaned in
close to his brother, until Sam could feel his breath He gently caressed his
brother’s cheek, running his thumb across the broken skin. “This is the most me
I have ever been.”

Sam was near losing consciousness. He wouldn’t be able to
take much more of this beating.

Which is why he welcomed the final punch that sent him into
darkness.

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The bruising on his cheek took over a week to heal. The deep
purples and blues had faded into greens and yellows. By the time Cas returned, the
cut had healed into a nice thin scar running just below his eye.

When Cas saw him on the couch, he ran over to him, nearly
tripping on his way.

“Sam! What happened? Where’s Dean?” Sam jumped when Cas’
thumb touched his cheek, right where Dean had.

“It’s a long story Cas,” said Sam, holding his ribs and
grimacing as he sat up. “I’m glad you’re home.”

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Darkness (part 3)

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Dean struggled against his unseen
attacker, but whoever – or whatever – it was, was much stronger.

 “Sam!” Dean yelled, still
struggling. “Sammy! Please!”  His
attacker stood firm, unmoved by Dean’s attempts to pull free. Sam lay still in
the darkness, leaving Dean alone with the unknown man. But the man didn’t try
to hurt Dean. He just held him still.

 “Dammit, who are you? What did you
do to Sam? Where are we?”

The man just laughed. The laugh was familiar.

 “Crowley?” Dean said, stunned.

 “In the flesh,” said the demon, as
he set Dean down back on the ground. “At least I think it’s flesh. I can’t see
a bloody thing around here.”

 Dean was mostly too shocked at
seeing – well, hearing – Crowley again, so he just said, “where the hell are
we?”

 “It’s not hell, that’s for sure. But
I think you know where we are, Dean. I think you’ve known since you got here.”

 “Shit.” said Dean softly. He knelt
down and felt around for his brother. He found him right by his feet, still
breathing, still unresponsive. Dean reached up and grabbed Crowley’s jacket,
pulling him down beside him.

 “What’s wrong with Sam?” asked Dean
softly. “He won’t wake up.”

 Crowley put his hand out and found
Dean’s, who led him to Sam’s body.
Crowley touched him, trying to get a feel for something.

 “Do you even have any power here?”

Crowley merely sighed. “Not that I’ve
found yet. But I’ll try what I can for Moose here.”

Dean lifted Sam’s head and placed it
in his lap, brushing back his hair and hoping he would just wake up.

 Time passed strangely here. Neither
Dean nor Crowley could determine how long they had been here.

 “Did you not make it out of that
blasted apocalypse world? My sacrifice was for nothing?”

 “No Crowley. You’ve been dead almost
a year. We made it out. So did Lucifer. Actually, it’s a long story.”

 “Apparently we have time.” Crowley
paused. “A year? Bloody hell.” He removed his hand from Sam and patted Dean on
the shoulder.

 In the pitch dark of The Empty, Dean
sat quietly, his brother’s head in his lap. Crowley sat beside him and sighed.

 Eternity was going to be one hell of
a long time.

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