CallMeAnonymous9: Don't feel bad about it. It's fine, really. Thank you so much for the comment. They're always so wonderful. And I'd like to know your opinion on the horror chapter I spoke of. Which is a completely different one from the 'oral hygiene' thing. Utterly unrelated at all. Sorry. I guess I should have clarified that. So, should I add it to Kryptonite or just leave it out? The summary is: He was gazing right into the abyss, and you know what? It couldn't bear to gaze back at him. What do you think?

Viper's Little Devil: I'm glad you like it.

Summary: The Prince of Hell, Lord of Purgatory and Knight of Heaven meet up for coffee.

On days like this, damp, grey, clouds about ready to burst with rain, it was nice to just sit inside a warm restaurant and sip hot coffee with your friends and/or family.

This is where we find the Prince of Hell, Lord of Purgatory, and the Knight of Heaven.

Sam sighed as he wrapped his hands around a mug of coffee. "It's nice to be out of Hell. After a while, all that brimstone and hellfire kind of gets old."

"Who'd you leave in charge?" Dean asked, drinking some of his own coffee.

"Crowley. He's the only one I trust not to get carried away with the power. I definitely wouldn't trust Alastair with it."

Dean winced at the very thought. "Whoa, yeah. Good choice. What about you, Cas? How are you doing?"

"I am well. Gadreel and Raphael have gone to Nebraska to investigate a series of wishes that appear to have been granted. I believe they are enjoying the snow."

Dean grinned at the image that invoked, of the two stoic angels building snowmen, having snowball fights, and leaving snow angels with imprints of long, feathery wings that would perplex and confound the townspeople.

Sam eyed his brother, who was snickering into his coffee. Cas seemed to find it completely normal as he sipped his own mug of the dark liquid, his expression unchanging.

Sam inwardly shrugged and asked, "How about you, Dean?"

"Hmm? Oh, well I've been fine. Benny's been a great help. I have been having some Leviathan problems, though. Nothing to worry about. The main guy who's been giving me trouble calls himself Dick." Dean snorted. "Seriously, who would choose to be called that? I'm fine, Sam. Nothing I can't handle."

"I believe there is not much that you can't handle, Dean," Castiel said.

"That's true, Cas. For all of us." Dean's lips tilted upward. "We're pretty badass, aren't we?"

Sam and Cas (who'd had the term 'badass' explained to him already) concurred.

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

Weird Randomness!

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Dean was Lord of Purgatory, yes. But it was like he was also co-King of Hell. He helped his brother and his brother helped him. That was why, when he asked for pie, he got the pie.

Still. Alastair contemplated buying a vegetable pie instead of the usual fruit one. Do a job badly enough, after all, and you're never asked to do it again.

He got the vegetable pie, because, dammit, Jim, he was a torturer, not a delivery boy.

He walked out of the store, plastic bag held in one hand, whistling a catchy tune that would haunt several people who heard it for the rest of the day. Because, even when he was just fetching pie, he had to torment people.

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"Get me more espresso! An X-box! Sugar glazed donuts! A flat-screen TV the size of a wall! Even more espresso!" Crowley cackled. "For I am king!"

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"Gadreel! Quickly! One of our brothers has died!"

"Show me."

The sound of shuffling.

Then, "Raphael . . . that's a snow angel."

A moment of silence.

". . . I knew that."

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"You're such a dick, Dick," one of the shapeshifters called.

"Yeah. A real dick, you are," someone else added.

"The worst kind of dick."

"What a dick."

"I thought his name was Richard," a puzzled werewolf said.

Deafening silence.

"Just . . . don't talk, Lyle. Like, at all. Jesus."

When Dean came back, Benny was going to get a raise. A big one.

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