These were written for a drabble challenge. The challenge was to use a prompt and the prompts are the titles.

Thought I would share. I hope you enjoy.


Title: The Art of Misinformation

The art of misinformation is something that is easily mastered by a demon and she had it mastered. I made it easy by giving into my need for revenge. I let her under my skin. I should have known better. Hell, I did know better but it made me feel so powerful. While I was with her and riding the high I forgot about what hurt the most, the loss of my brother.

I lost myself in her false hope and lies. It took her proclaiming, "I'm awesome" to bring me back to myself; too bad it was too late.


Title: Casualties of War

When most think of Casualties of War they think of the lives lost; but there's so much more to it and tonight's the night that John Winchester learns that lesson.

John sits on the old worn couch, bottle of Jack in his fist, and mourns. He realizes that his wife Mary and his fellow hunters aren't all that can be counted as casualties.

He realizes that the loss of his boys' childhoods and innocence are casualties as well as his relationship with them. He throws the bottle against the wall, the shattering of the glass mirroring the shattering of his heart.

He puts his face in his hands and lets the tears fall. He curses the demon who took his wife from him and forced him and his sons into the life. He had such dreams for his family. He had wanted to watch his boys grow old and have families of their own. He wanted to be a grandfather and for his Mary to be a grandmother. But, that dream had become a casualty as well.

His shoulders hunch and he recalls the harsh words he had spoken, just moments before, to his youngest as he walked out the door, 'If you leave don't you ever come back. You're as good as dead to me.' His resolve breaks and he lets loose with an anguished scream that would chill a banshee.

Dean watches his father a sad smile on his face. He knows what his father's learning. It's the same thing he learned a long time ago when Sam figured out the truth and in doing so lost his childhood, the one Dean had tried so hard to protect; that Casualties of War are more than just lives lost, but lives and souls tainted by it's evil as well.


Title: Cream and Sugar

Its funny how three seemingly innocent little words can turn your world upside down and rip your heart out; but that's what just happened and I never saw it coming.

Dean had just said his final goodbyes to Ben and Lisa and we had driven through the night. Well, more like Dean had driven through the night. He gets like that. He drives when he's upset. It's almost like his car understands him and uses the soft rumble of her engine along with the gentle sway of her steel body to ease his tension and relax him.

As the morning sun broke over the horizon, Dean pulled into the parking lot of a greasy spoon. We were both tired and hungry and desperately needed the break.

As we entered the diner the smell of fried bacon and freshly brewed coffee permeated the air and a soft sigh escaped my brother's lips. We took a seat at the counter and ordered two coffees along with two breakfast specials to go.

The waitress brought us our orders and that's when it happened. She asked if we would like cream and sugar for our coffees. I heard the crack in my brother's voice when he whispered "That's how she drank her coffee" before he turned on his heels and hightailed it out of there. The waitress stared, dumbfounded, after my brother. "I'm so sorry," she kept saying while I explained it was ok and paid for our food.

I carried our orders out to the car and found Dean slumped over the steering wheel his face buried in his arms, his shoulders shaking with his silent sobs. I knew the loss of Lisa and Ben would be hard for Dean but it took three small words for me to realize just how hard.