Supernatural at the Library Con
Mar. 20th, 2022 03:59 pm
The road dropped me in his path, and in spite of my better judgement, I got into his beautiful car. Guess it was my night to save Dean Winchester.
The Winchesters have a reputation, sure. But it wasn't always clear how important-some say destructive-they would turn out to be. (Outsider POV, Spoilers for episode 1x16, Shadow)
Jack left the two-room clinic through a side door. The night air slapped him with a cold breeze that hit his chest and cheeks. It stung the skin on his stomach where the cut pulled at him even though it was now clean and bandaged, but he let the door swing shut behind him anyway. He couldn’t listen to the man who was not his father mumbling to himself, saying the same name over and over again—“Teddy, Teddy—” Sam said that the man was disoriented and in pain. Jack just knew that the man laying on the examining table wasn’t Lucifer, or at least, wasn’t him anymore. He also wasn’t supposed to be here.
( There's More )John Winchester stood in the center of the crossroads with a box in his hand. It was a full moon, and the world was painted in blue-green light, from the flat blades of grass on all sides of the road to the gravel beneath his feet that had become a cold alien landscape of sharp edges and shadows. He had not begun to dig a hole for his box. He just wanted to breathe the clean night air for a moment before he dug himself down and called the demon.
Rufus wasn’t always a gun.( Here's the rest- )
Summary: I have lived a long time, and had few visitors to my little farmhouse. Some are more welcome than others, but all of them want something from me. (My submission for this year's Summergen exchange on LJ-a little demon backstory for the prompt: "When Jess and Mary were killed, their stomachs were sliced open. What's the story there?" which took some weird turns!) Spoilers to 12X12.
He stood on my porch and called me “brother”. “I need the knife,” he said. The body he wore was shorter than mine, and unassuming. Grey hair combed over the skull, above a round pleasant face with pale blue eyes. A stomach broad enough to show that he could afford the finer things. Reluctantly, I stepped aside, waved at the living room behind me.
“You’d better come in.”
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