Sometimes the choices we don't make hurt.

E/O Drabble Challenge. Prompt word: friend. A concussed Dean speaks. His brother listens.

/Maybe greater things are yet to come./ A freeverse poem inspired by the closing scene in "It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester." Dean and Cas gen, no slash.

Dean touches scissors and gets caught. Mild spanking. Before Mary's Death. I don't own characters.

The Singer girls and the Winchester boys have always been close until a few mistakes are made forcing them apart. Years they later their paths cross again. Not greatest summary in the world but give it a try.

When three women who are in search of answers of their own paths cross they realize that with the help of the Winchester brothers and a few angels that they can find the answers they were looking for and just maybe save the planet in process.

Stella Dupree is a thief for hire, but this was one job she should have never taken. Now she finds her self running from the king hell while trying to keep her heart guarded from a certain Archangel

5.04 slight AU. What would have happened if Dean had followed 2014!Cas instead of meeting Samifer?

EO Challenge: WOW friend. Dean thinks that finding a hunt in New Orleans a few days before Mardi Gras was an awesome idea.

EO Challenge: WOW friend. It can be a lonely life when everyone hates you; even Death needs a hug sometimes. That's where the personal ads come in handy ...

A cruel joke results in Castiel turned into a pie. Can Dean resist his desire for pie to not eat him - literally?

Takes place sometime after the events in 8.17 "Goodbye Stranger". In a moment of weakness, Castiel visits a sleeping Dean at the Men of Letters headquarters. Dean wakes up and confronts his angel.

Meg volta, como ela voltou?... Ela vai atrás de Castiel, afinal ele seria o único a fazer isso por ela. Sendo assim, ela aproveita e cobra uma pizza atrasada...

A short story for my Twitter RP on @BrokenAngel JMC with @LeathrWinchster

A typical wednesday afternoon which they spent watching television but Dean got curious about Cas' wings. Nothing serious just stress relief writing.

What if Dean had a daughter? What if Sam found out and didn't bother to tell him?

Dean was done with hunting. No more ghouls, ghosts, demons, angels, no nothing. He had a normal life -or, as normal as a Winchesters life could be- with a wife, a house, a child. Dean thought the sad chapter of his life was over, but he soon realizes a whole new chapter of devastating has only just begun. There's only so much a man can take in such little moments. (One-shot)

Wee!Chester story. A little one shot for Mother's Day. Please read and review. Thanks!

What would have happened if Crowley was the one Dean spoke to at the end of 'Two Minutes to Midnight' and not Bobby? Do opposites really attract or are Dean and Crowley not so different after all? And will what they have survive when everyone is trying to tear them apart? eventual Dean/Crowley slash and rated M for later chapters.

It is two months after Meg's apparent 'death' and Castiel lives alone to protect the tablet. But he misses her and the dreams are the worst thing. But the Winchesters show but that's not it. A mysterious figure seems eager to remind Castiel of her but chase away the dreams as well.

Cas wakes Dean up the best of ways. When Dean meets all his expectations and more, Cas gives him the praise he deserves.

Dean had never been what anyone would call chaste, but this was a new level of profane for the angel.

Written for the prompt Destiel and shotgunning. I myself am not a fan of regular cigarettes, though, so I got a little creative.

After an extended period of being a serious student Dean's pent up and needs to let loose with another body under his for a while. At first he isn't sure he'll find someone at the party, then he sees the sweet thing over in the kitchen fixing a drink.

When Castiel had his wings ripped out, Dean had watched helplessly as his eyes filled with the overwhelming intensity of pure hurt and pain, unable to cry out or scream. He'd stumbled for a moment, disoriented and very much resembling a badly injured bird, before falling to his knees and collapsing in a bloody heap on the ground. Two-shot.