Summary: A collection of snippets, depicting possible scenes either never taking place in front of a camera, or ideas/thoughts/emotions hard to relay via that media...
Warning: The tense may vary from piece to piece, as will the length and POV. Spoilers about for each and every episode so far released in the USA.
Disclaimer: Being a woman, I don't really pass that well as Mr. Kripke, creator of the Winchesterverse, do I?

COGITATIONS
106: Skin
by Sade Lyrate

Half an hour later, and Sam was gently sleeping on the passenger seat, Eric Bloom quietly crooning in the stereo. The bruises around Sam's right eye looked sore, but he hadn't complained. Washing away all that blood had definitely improved his looks.

Absentmindedly, Dean picked up his cellphone.
He was officially dead. The police had made sure of that. How many times would people who knew Dean Winchester do a double take at the news? And how long could he keep that up?

Hesitantly, he dialled a number, kept his eyes on the road as he raised the phone to his ear.

The familiar voice, rhythm even, rolled off the recording as easily as always before, words he knew by heart as unhelpful as ever.

"...Dad?" He began after the beep, glancing to see Sam still soundly asleep. "I don't know how much you follow news or obits from St. Louis, but...just thought to let you know that the handsome devil in the coffin ain't me." He swallowed, smirking, eyes returning to the road. "It's...Sam and I ran into a shapeshifter, and it got the drop on us. Sam's a bit bruised, but otherwise we're just fine."

He wanted to talk with his father, wanted to hear his voice, be assured that they were all okay.
Beside him, Sam shifted in his sleep, long neck bare. Slight red welts, like tiger's stripes, ringed his throat in the form of man's fingers. For a moment, the elder man could only stare at them.

"It... It was going around killing people, got Sam's college buddy into trouble, so we decided to check it out. And then it stole my face, and...well, was still wearing it when I hit its heart with silver bullets. Just like you taught us." He cleared his throat, forcing eyes back to the blacktop. "That's about it, then. I just thought...I'd let you know we're okay. So...drop us a note once in a while? You know, just...let us know you're alive."

He closed the phone, dropped it back into his pocket, glanced at the younger hunter, bit back the thoughts stalking his skull.

He'd gotten there in time.

This time.