When a small soul, still shape to be, still yet to grow into something marvel, sees hell, the stain red of hate in humanity, a big part of this soul dies, loses his pureness and faith before it even had time to be something else. Jared/Jensen

Apparently, prophets don't just die. They die and then they grow wings. And in Kevin's case, get stuck with two sassy angels who were presumes dead and are really pissed about what's going on out there. Spoilers for 9x09, bit of an AU

Gabriel needs to find out Lucifers next move and who better to tell him than his most loyal soldier. ***a/n : Because what DID happen to Meg after Castiel escaped? And why did she vanish until season 6? ;) **

[SPOILERS 9.12] Seul, allongé sur un lit d'hôtel, Sam réfléchissait. Non, il doutait. Avait-il encore un frère? Ce dernier avait-il encore un cœur?

There's a lot more to being the King of Hell than Crowley expected, and frankly, he's annoyed now. :: crowley centric, crack-ish, post-season five ::

Inspired by the poem 'Resume' by Dorothy Parker. Spoilers for season 9, and I assume the reader has some knowledge of the Mark of Cain, at least in the context of the show's canon. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be immortal? To not be able to die? Not even if you wanted to? Trigger warnings for suicide attempts, blood, gore, and body horror.

1-shot. Pre-Series. Sequel to 'A Call Home'. Dean and Sam agreed to meet in a motel days after a certain phone call. Now they're together for the first time in 8 months & Sam learns just what his big brother has in store for him while Sam starts to make plans of his own. (Dean/Sam) Wincest.

It was the note of fear in Sam's voice that kept Dean, awesome big brother that he was, from telling his little brother to stop being a baby and just jump in. Weechesters

"Lookit, Mama!" Her gaze turned toward chubby fingers clutched tightly around a bunch of yellow dandelions.

"Dude, Seriously? Are you gonna do this everytime we watch a western now?"

Someone was shaking him of that he was vaguely aware. He could hear his name yelled out between a chorus of "no's" and "c'mon's" but it was distant as though that someone were calling his name from underwater.

"You put the worm on the hook. Like this…here," John crouched and manoeuvred his four year old to stand in front of him as he demonstrated the action. "Got it?"

Tag to 9x12 (and spoilers up to same): Sam and Dean have chosen to travel together, but they aren't quite done talking.

A snarky, independent girl as one of the main characters. I literally have no idea okay there are a thousand references to things in here so good luck. Also I'm laughing at myself because I chose "supernatural" as one of the genres of this story and if that doesn't tell you a lot about my character than I'm not sure what will.

A oneshot I wrote for tumblr user holyfrackles. Stoner!AU destiel fiction. Rating T to be safe. Obviously, people smoke marijuana in this. Don't say I didn't warn you.

As a human Cas has been experiencing headaches and it worries Dean. Established Destiel, a tad porny and a bit fluffy

Dean, Cas, and their son Noah finally get to live the apple pie life. But for how long?

Dean told himself that it was the coldness of Sam's hands that made him flinch and not the fact that his brother had been a soulless dickbag not more than a month ago and Dean still sometimes had trouble remembering that Sam was actually back

3AM and he's tracing circles with the blade of his knife.

A short fic. about Ghost!Dean Sam's thoughts on Dean having died in the car crash at the end of Season 1.

Just a drabble I've wanted to write for the end of season 8. Metatron's plan works. Dean/Cas

The enormity of the situation was slowly becoming apparent to the older Winchester brother's foggy brain. The car was filling up with water…freezing cold water, mind…which meant they had to get out of there. Fast.

It was the fact that the bike was too big that probably undid him. After all, it was hard to keep the thing steady as was without having to worry about reaching the pedals too! Weechesters

He rolled himself onto his back and flinched back from the hideous form above him. The windigo drew its claws back preparing to send another slice in his direction. "HEY!"

"I don't. Cut it out! DAD! Sam's kicking me!" "DADDY!" "ENOUGH!" The bellow for silence from the front seat caused both boys to clamp their mouths shut and give each other scathing looks. John relaxed slightly. Weechesters-Oneshot