When I finally got to shuttin’ my eyes last night, I needed it.
I’ve been sick.
Not the easy DayQuil kind, the pop-an-asprin-and-it’ll-all-be-a-okay kind
My body doesn’t want my brain anymore, doesn’t want arms and legs and lungs and skin. My body doesn’t want a body, it wants the First Blade.
Burgers, that classic drive-thru pick-me-up. First step toward that magical land of American obesity and heart disease, sittin’ pretty for a dollar on every corner. It’s cheap, fast, messy, and straight up irresistible. The best and worst of human beings wrapped up in a nice warm bun.
I don’t sleep. I don’t work the bags out from under my eyes, dump the weight into a mattress. I can’t
Every night, when the clock strikes ‘shut-eye’, The Mark takes over.
It’s just one nightmare. Same scene, every time.
I’m standing in a field. Sam’s there, let’s say ten feet away. I’ve got…
I was tired of waiting.
I came right back to the bunker, where the Winchesters stayed. They let me in, wordlessly.
What was going on with them? Did they know about the angels?
Dean told me that he had discovered a new method for killing Abbadon. I curiously listened, until he became unsettled….
The bunker’s backyard goes for miles. We’ve got a longer strip of dusty road then anybody’d walk to sell cookies or sing carols. And that’s the way we like it.
Out in our middle of nowhere, the last thing Sam and me saw comin’ was a knock on the door
Cas came back into the bunker like he’d never…
Title: Abel, Get Your Gun.
Characters: Dean, Cas, Sam, Crowley
Pairing: Destiel(forever and always)
Schedule: Updates will post on Sundays, Mondays, and Wednesdays at 7:30 Pacific Time
Start/End Date: April 14th-Mid May
Description: As the effects of the Mark of Cain begin to harm Dean, Cas has to do everything in his power to prevent him from losing control.
Dean’s Updates Link: /tagged/abel
Cas’ Updates Link: /tagged/abel //
//These blogs have had a complicated history. During the Post-Season 8 Hiatus, we essentially wrote a fanfic that extended over the whole summer and was interactive through the use of these blogs. When the show came back, we wiped that slate and decided that we would try and follow the show’s plot. Taylor and I(Mairin) are writers at heart, so we didn’t love that all too much.
Now, we have a new plan. And it’s awesome.
Introducing The SPN Writing Project:
We’ve decided to put our own twist on fanfiction. These blogs will cycle through different fanfictions and plots that relate to the themes currently being discussed in the show. (Mark of Cain, Castiel’s grace, etc.) Each fic will last from a couple of weeks to a month or two, and we’ll publish it bit by bit through journal entries on each blog. Dean, Cas, and sometimes Sam will all be telling the same story as it happens to them through journal entries. But here’s the best part: The fic will become interactive with your messages and questions. Not only can you reveal deeper parts of the story through what you ask, but we can even bend our planned plot based around something a reader says. And, we’ll obviously be answering the asks in character so you can truly become a part of each story. When the fic ends, we’ll post the updates all together as a complete set on our ao3 account. And then we’ll set up/introduce the next story and the cycle will repeat.
DISCLAIMER: There’s gonna be enough Destiel to flood the ocean.
Back when I was a kid, my old man used to shake me up at dawn with somethin’ to say. He’d sit right down on the side of my bed, fill me in on a need-to-know basis
Sam’d stay asleep, news for my ears only. If the squeak of the motel mattress woke him, he kept his eyes shut.
My Dad’d start it…
Sometimes I skip on out of the bunker. Usually I’ve got nothin’ to do, gotta drive for an hour or two before you hit somethin’ good, so I just get some air and suck down a song or two on the road
But last night, I had a plan. A damn good one. Twenty minutes from the bunker there’s a Target…
Cas laid down in my bed last night. Flat on his back, shoes on.
He’d let me know, straight out, that he was done leavin’ me alone. That he was gonna help me figure it all out instead of let me mourn in the dark
He rolled over a couple times, sat up, flipped his pillow, and ended up back in…