The brothers are resting up at Bobby's when the phone call comes in. In the wake of a fire that destroys their home base, there is something very wrong with John Winchester. Suddenly Sam is the favourite son and Dean is... nothing.

A confrontation with no teeth.

AU Historical-Prince Castiel of Novakia flees his homeland due to his brother, the king's law of homosexuals being put to death. He goes to America and poses as a tutor for young Sam and Adam Winchester. The royal comes face to face with the rumored "Beast" of Lawrence. Will these two tortured souls learn to overcome their tragic past and find love with each other?

I never thought that my Dad disappearing, along with John Winchester, would change so many things... How Dean and I felt for each other. Giving Sam a new reason to pick up Hunting again after two years. Along with weird psychic abilities that seem to appear along the way. The list keeps growing. The single voicemail John left was like the beginning to a row of domino's. One new th

Dean followed thru on the plan to kill Amara at the end of season 11.

Things are not looking good as Sam tells his daughter Jess a story about what happened with Cas and Kelly. It also gives him a chance to think about what he is going to do. After all he is thinking about his daughter's future. Tag to The Future.

Tag for 12.19, The Future. Life is crap, but sometimes you just have to put that all behind you and look to the people you love and the things you love. For Dean that's Sam and IHOP.

Dean wchodzi rano do kuchni, Cas jest zagubiony, Sam trzyma kwiaty, a Gabriel zna się na "rzeczach"

I've been productive, I guess. As season 12 is unfolding, I get ideas. I stopped in the middle of a scene because I need to rewatch "The Future" and emotionally process Castiel in that episode before I finish it. Anyway... enjoy?

It's Sam's Birthday! He has had some great ones and some bad ones in the past. Can his siblings bring him a good one this year? To make up for the last two? Rated T for brief talk about Nudity, and some minor language.

John knows he screwed up. He knew it twelve years ago when he took his firstborn for a drive and came back home by himself, and he knows it now, doing the one thing these twelve years have been spent trying to avoid. "Dean," he says, but Dean doesn't look at him. He looks into the empty air floatingly. John clears his throat, and tries again. "Do you know who I am, Dean?"

It's Sam birthday, but instead of being happy, he thinks about all the mistakes he's made. On this day, more than any other, Sam regrets being alive.

It's no wonder that, given the life Sam leads, sleeping is a battle, and often a losing one. So he resigns himself to researching nephilims, hoping he can do something useful with his time rather than suffering long, dreadful hours in bed.

Dean & Castiel must face the reality that the Mark of Cain could tear them apart. Warnings: Angst, cursing, violence, major character death, sad romance, kissing, mentions of torture & blood, *TRIGGER WARNING* UPDATE I'M WORKING ON THE SEQUEL! I'm writing another fic too, because inspiration struck me and I need a balance in my writing. Plz be patient w/ me!:)

Supernatural Imagine Drabble #43! Gabriel X OC. "Imagine winding Gabriel up by ignoring him." M for a reason. R & R!

Supernatural Imagine Drabble #42! Dean X OC. "Imagine Dean getting jealous of the old hunting buddy you reconnected with." R & R!

In a surprising turn of events, Castiel declares himself on the Winchester's side—no threat, promise, or bribe will bring him back to Crowley. Unfortunately, Crowley refuses to let him go. Like everyone else, he knows that there is no better way to reach the angel than through Dean Winchester.

Sam's got some ideas, and Dean's less than impressed.

There are many things Castiel refused to fully think about before he swallowed the souls from Purgatory. Godstiel deals with them.

Sam's the one who's all up in nature's business at the reserve he co-runs, yet Dean's the one saddled with the responsibility of caring for the quirky little bird dude who can't seem to fit himself back into the wild.

He's the littlest angel and he's all Raphaels to take care of and love. Samandriel is the cutest and the Archangels one and only weakness.

The baby was crying, it was sobbing, cold and scared and it wanted to be held and cuddled and loved. Lucifer felt his grace crawling under his skin, itching to simply wrap around the small child and hold it until he couldn't any longer. The baby was crying and he had to be there! His son needed him! He'd destroy anything that got in his way!

Gadreel's life couldn't be better, he's never really had a fold before, but being a part of this one makes him feel at home. More then he has in a long time.

He twitched nervously and turned slightly, "Well, in that case, I'm sure it'll fix on it's own. Thank you brother." He tried to make a run for it, he well and truly did, but once he got that much out of his mouth he also knew that he would be lucky for escape. Raphael flicked his fingers in the direction of the door lazily, leaning back in his desk chair, the locking clicking shut.

Raphael remembers his very first charge, the very first fledgling he'd raised, he's never been so proud of one angel. He should remember him, he sees him everyday. He lives in the Garden and talks to God, or he listens, as he likes to say. Joshua has probably got to be the one charge he'll always remember.