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Sammy f*%$ked up | Heaven

Tue, 22 Aug 2023 23:25:53 GMT

Something has been eating at Sam for weeks (maybe longer but time in Heaven is weird). Dean had prodded at him several times, but Sam hadn't opened up. Dean had finally decided that Sam would talk to him when he was ready. Dean is cleaning up the bar when Sam steps in. He can tell by the look on his brother's face and his body language that something is up. He reaches behind the bar, grabs a couple of cold beers, pops the tops on them, and pushes one toward Sam. "Dude, you do realize we're in Heaven and ninety percent of your problems can be thought away."

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We need to have a talk (Sam and Dean S4)

Mon, 13 Mar 2023 23:50:40 GMT

Dean was not happy. He'd spent the night stewing over it while Sam was in another room with Ruby doing God knows what. Suffice it to say he is unhappy about Sam's reveal of his relationship with Ruby. They'd fought about it last night before Sam stormed out to spend the night with Ruby. Dean had gone to the bar to drink too many whiskeys before he returned to the motel room to see that Sam was still with Ruby.

Breakfast that morning had been an awkward, silent affair in which Dean had spent the morning plotting how they would ditch Ruby. Of course, that idea is squashed when Sam walks Ruby to her car, kisses her (gross), and loudly says "I'll see you there."

Dean grumbles "oh christ on a stick," then gets in the car and shuts the door, cranking the music up as he waits for Sam to join him.

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Merry Christmas you filthy animal

Sun, 04 Dec 2022 02:10:14 GMT

Thanksgiving had been awesome. Dean had cooked every conceivable Thanksgiving dish and they'd all eaten until they thought they were going to burst. He'd spent the next day in a food coma but had quickly gotten up to speed on getting the bunker ready for Christmas. There had been a shit ton of decorations in storage, but he'd replaced a few lights and added a singing Santa or two.

Ruby had embroidered stockings with everyone's name. She hated embroidery, but she was damn good at it. Jo had contributed a recipe for Christmas punch and one for eggnog. She insisted that they needed to have it regularly so they could tweak the recipe. That way it would be perfect for Christmas Eve. Dean was pretty sure Jo was just enjoying her first real Christmas since God knows when. Dean wasn't complaining. Lucy hadn't stopped baking since the tree had gone up, and didn't show any signs of slowing down.

Ruby was also systematically removing, altering, or replacing everything that said Christmas. The bunker was turning into a politically (or demonically) correct wonderland: Happy Holidays!

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For weirddreams

Sun, 03 May 2020 23:00:28 GMT

Honesty, if anyone had told Dean he'd be living this sort of life a few years ago, he would have called them a liar. He wouldn't have even believed it of Itinere, but here he is living a practically idyllic life in a weird little magical town. They had Sam's birthday yesterday and for once in his life, he's not dreading Mother's Day. He's actually looking forward to it because Mary is here.

Carmen is working the night shift at the emergency room here (which means she's probably reading or playing games on her phone) and that leaves Dean with a night to himself. After dinner and watching TV with the family, he goes to the Bat Cave to have a beer, wind down and wait for Carmen to get off work. He's there, watching an old black and white horror movie that he's seen a thousand times when Sam walks in. Dean looks up a little surprised. It's not often Sam seeks him out in the evening. "Hey, Sammy. Couldn't sleep? Want a beer?" he offers, gesturing to the small fridge with the cold beer in it (El Sol of course).

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This is Halloween | Itinere

Wed, 30 Oct 2019 01:24:47 GMT

Itinere does something every Halloween. It appears like magic on the morning of the 31st then disappears just as magically on November 1st. Sometimes it's more trick than treat, but this year in keeping with Itinere's recent graciousness, Halloween is all treat. The stores are bedecked in black and orange. Skeletons, more cartoonish than terrifying, hang on doors and there are pumpkins aglow with warm light everywhere. Even the foliage has turned red, gold, orange, and brown overnight. The air is just brisk enough to warrant a jacket or a sweater. The town has turned into a Fall Wonderland.

A fall festival has sprung up in the town square complete with rides, games, hot drink stands, and food trucks. Take a hayride or explore the corn maze. Try your hand at a shooting game or ring toss. Even if you lose, every vendor, shop, ride, and stand is handing out candy. You won't leave empty-handed.

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Tue, 29 Oct 2019 00:14:19 GMT

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For tiredofurinating

Mon, 12 Aug 2019 20:28:58 GMT

In all honesty, Dean isn't certain that he shouldn't cut this fishing trip short, but he's spoken to Sammy a few times and the kid seems to be happy enough. It helps ease Dean's mind that Castiel is there to check on Sammy and report back to Dean.

He's got a fishing line in the water, a little music from an old am/fm radio that has a station playing classic rock, and a beer. His best friend should be showing up any moment, assuming nothing is going wrong at the bunker, and Dean is choosing to believe it's not. After all, they'd call him if there was a need.

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