Bittersweet Symphony (Unsweetened Mix)

08/10/2011

She makes the request, firmly, but politely, like her time spent with Xander taught her to do. The teller calls for the manager, both of them looking at her nervously, their voices strained but quiet as they request her paper work in triplicate.


Absolution

08/10/2011

Port in a Storm Part 3: “Wesley?”

He closed his eyes, and she noticed the tension in his face. He looked like he hadn’t slept or shaved in days.

“What are you doing here?”

A quick expression of exasperation crossed his face, and he grabbed the pen and notepad off the ground next to him. He scribbled something quickly, and handed her the pad.

Does it matter? She read.


Anchored

08/10/2011

Port in a Storm Part 2: Home is the last place he wants to be. Everything still tidy and neat except for the box in his hands, the one that reminds him (as if he needs a reminder) that he did have one more thing to lose after all. He sets it down carefully; decides to play the messages he knows are waiting on his machine.


Port In A Storm

08/10/2011

Port in a Storm Part 1: It felt almost like the last time. She’d grabbed a bag, bought her ticket, and left a short note on her bed. Only this time, the bag was weekend-light, the ticket round-trip, and the note said she’d be back soon.


Boatswain and Beetlejuice

08/10/2011

There are fifty-two weeks in a year, and Dean is damn well going to use every one of ’em.


The Funky Chicken

02/10/2011

His dark secret, the thing that had driven a wedge between him and Britney, the thing that lead to him getting a P.O. Box under an assumed name, was, as he liked to call it, The Lance Files


The Devil’s Own

02/10/2011

He holds himself accountable to none save for his master.


Untitled

02/10/2011

Dean Winchester goes back and forth when it comes to his feelings about school.


Five Names Dean Winchester Would Never Give a Daughter (Even Though He’s Thought About It.)

02/10/2011

It’s all Sammy’s fault–he even has a list.


Twenty-nine and holding

02/10/2011

“Hey, Sammy, fire up the laptop and see if there’s a Chuck E. Cheese anywhere around here.”