Kryptonite

by Wynter Spite

A fanfic filled with dozens of other Supernatural fanfics that I never finished. Some of 'em will be over two thousand words, others a little over one hundred. Or less. They have interesting ideas, though. First chapter: Dean's dead, killed by Metatron. So then why is he suddenly floating around the hospital he last saw after his father was possessed by the Yellow-Eyed Demon?

32. Time and Again

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Summary: Someday, Dean will wake up to a normal day. Sunshine, birdsong, fresh coffee, all the works. That day is not today.

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He opened his eyes. Then he took in his surroundings, and bolted upright in his chair.

Kevin 'Not-Dead' Tran startled at the abrupt movement, nearly dropping his book. "Dean?"

He stared at him. "Kevin, you're . . . corporeal."

Not-Dead looked at him as if he were insane. Which, alarmingly, was not too far off in the range of impossibilities.

He decided to investigate. By poking Kevin in the arm.

Not-Dead leaned away, his expression unsettled. "Was there something you wanted, Dean?"

Why, yes. Yes, there was. A sane life, please, thank you, it wasn't gonna happen, was it?

"Nah." He relaxed back into the chair. "It was probably just a dream."

Just a dream, his little brother's beautifully conditioned hair.

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Next up: He was gazing right into the abyss, and you know what? It couldn't bear to gaze back at him.

Weird Randomness!

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"Dean? We're out of conditioner!" Sam shouted from inside the shower.

Dean snorted, rolling his eyes. "Suck it up, Sammy," he called. "Don't let it upset your delicate sensibilities. You can live without your girl products for a day."

"Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Dean snickered. "You're such a drama queen, Samantha."

It was five more minutes before Sam got out of the shower, and ten more while he blow-dried his hair.

Dean looked up to the sound of Sasquatch feet approaching. "Finally. You take forev-" Then he saw the thing standing in the doorway and shrieked. He dived behind the couch, yelling, "Mayday, Cas, mayday! Cas! Friggin' mayday!"

Cas appeared in the middle of the room. "Dean? What is . . ." Then he, too, noticed The Thing, and starting slowly backing away. "What is it, Dean?" he whispered, eyes wide.

"No idea," Dean whispered furiously back. "Kill it, Cas! Kill it!"

The Thing looked annoyed. "I'm not that bad."

"Sam? Cas, did you hear Sam's voice? Oh my god, it ate Sam!"

They never ran out of conditioner again.

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