Growing Old Is compulsary...Growing Up Is Optional

Friends, Romans, Fl*sters, it's been a long time but I've finally managed to finish a fic! So without further ado here it is

Bring Me To Life!

Title: Heaven
Summary: Relaxing after a hunt, Sam is surprised by Dean’s unexpected desire to burst into song. Ok, so his choice of song is cheesy, but as Sam listens to his brother, he wonders if maybe they’ve really found their heaven on earth.
Disclaimer: Are we still doing these? Look, I don't own ‘em, never have and I don't make a penny out of these little scribbles, so please don't sue.
Notes: As always there’s a couple of people who I’d like to thank for all their help. First bigj52, a beta without compare who turns my scribbles into English. Andchellexxx, Obi, enabler, partner in crime and hand holder extraordinaire. Thank you for putting up with my wibbling.


( Heaven )











 

Title: We've Got Work to Do.

Word Count: 12080

Summary: The Winchesters have faced yet another would be apocalypse and won. You would think, they’d be able to enjoy a little peace and quiet, but fate, the Secret Service and Chuck have other plans for them.

Disclaimer: Are we still doing these? Look, I don't own ‘em, never have and I don't make a penny out of these little scribbles, so please don't sue.

Notes: This is how I would've wanted the show to end fic. It won't happen as it's been Kripked to hell and back since it was started back in April before the episode Games Night.
 I still wanted to finish this story as I'm a sucker for a hopeful ending, even though we’ve lost several beloved characters along the way. You’ll notice that there’s a few shoutouts to a few of my favourite shows, such as Angel, Buffy and Criminal Minds. I’m sure you’ll be able to spot them.

 There's a couple of people who I'd like to thank for their help with this. First bigj52, a beta without compare who turns my scribbles into English. And chellexxx, Obi enabler, partner in crime and handholder extraordinaire. Thank you for putting up with my wibbling.



( We've Got Work To Do Part 1 )

Title: The End
Word Count: 3700
Summary: Sam and Dean are facing their final battle against Chuck. Will they survive the ending he has planned for them?
Disclaimer: Are we still doing these? Look, I don’t own ‘em, never have and I don’t make a penny out of these little scribbles, so please don’t sue.
Notes: I just can’t help myself. This is the third ending I’ve written for the boys and like the others, it’s been Kripke’d to hell and back! I’d just managed to finish this before 15.05 screened, so you can only imagine what I said after I watched it. You can blame chellexxx, my Obi for her encouragement to inflict this on you guys. Thanks go to my long suffering beta bigj52 who interrupted her holiday to beta this for me. The woman is a saint!

( The End )

Title: Legacy
Word Count: 1536
Summary: Left alone in the Bunker, Cas ponders the nature of Legacy.
Disclaimer: Are we still doing these? Look, I don't own ‘em, never have and I don't make a penny out of these little scribbles, so please don't sue.
Notes: Before you read any further here be a warning. This is not my usual fluffy kind of piece. There's still hope at the end but this is a bit of a sad one. There's a couple of people who I'd like to thank for their help with this. Firstly, bigj52, a beta without compare and a woman with the patience of a saint, who turns my scribbles into English and chellexxx ,Obi, enabler, partner in crime and hand-holder extraordinaire. Thank you for putting up with my wibbling.


( Legacy )


 

Title: These Bruises
Word Count: 1057
Summary: After sending John back to 2003 Dean wants something to remember his dad’s return by. It’s too bad all he’s got are bruises.
Disclaimer: Are we still doing these? Look, I don’t em, never have and I don’t make a penny piece out of these little scribbles so please don’t sue.
Notes: After watching the glory that was Lebanon, my darling muse stirred from hibernation, he yawned, ran his fingers through his long blonde hair smiled seductively and I was off! Who knows this might be the start of me scribbling again, before you all run screaming for the hills I have a couple of people to say thank you to. First, bigj52 a beta without compare and a woman with the patience of a saint, who turns my scribbles into English. And chellexxx who in the words of milly-gal has become my Obi and constantly encourages me write. So now you know where to send all your complaints to!

This story contains spilers for season 14, so if you don't want to be spoiled turn back now!

( These Bruises )


 

Title: Hello Darkness My Old friend
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 429
Summary: After a long difficult day filming, Jared just wants the light back in his world.
Disclaimer: Here be fiction, folks. This isn’t real nor is it meant to reflect the relationship between the two men, whose names and faces I’m borrowing.  This is my very own little take on reality or as I like to think of it now, the wrong trouser leg of time, where our universe and this one split apart, and this universe is bathed in a rosy pink hue.
Author’s Notes: This little ficlet came about after Various and Sundry Villains. I think Jared is doing an amazing with Sam’s latest storyline, and it made me think about the effect it could be having on him. Written during my lunch break, then kidnaped and beta’d by the long-suffering bigj52. I still owe that woman a statue.

Jared opened the door to his trailer and trudged inside, it had been a long hard day. He’d finished filming his scene with Ruth, the one where Sam had made his confession about what had happened with Lucifer.  Ruth had been amazing. It had been so easy to lose himself in Sam’s pain and depression, and that was the problem. Sam was the eternal optimist of the Supernatural world, and now seeing him brought low, lying in bed half the day and lashing out at friends was just a little too close to home for comfort for Jared. He could feel his own darkness inching closer, taking all the colour and light from the world. He just needed some rest, and he’d be fine.

He summoned up the energy to walk over to the couch and sat down. He let his head fall back against the wall and closed his eyes, he didn’t want to see the darkness getting closer. To be fair to Andrew, he’d asked if Jared would be alright with the storyline, and after consulting his therapist and family, he’d felt strong enough to tackle the latest emotional hurricane Sam was caught up in.

He’d been doing well until today, but now he felt as if he was drowning in the dark waters of depression.  He needed the light and colour back in his world. Jared knew he should call someone, but he simply couldn’t find the energy to reach for his phone, and so he sat in silence.

The trailer door opened and it brought a blast of cold air that made Jared shiver. Someone was standing watching him. The door closed and Jared knew the other person was still in the room. He could hear them breathe, then footsteps as they crossed the trailer.

The couch dipped and there was a welcome warmth along Jared’s side, as a familiar hand curled around his own. He managed a weak smile. “Jensen,” he sighed as the other man put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer.

Jared slid down the seat and rested his head against Jensen’s chest, listening to the reassuring beat of his heart. Jensen stroked his hair and Jared held on tighter. There was no need for words, he had everything he needed. As Jensen’s arms wrapped around him, he lifted his head and opened his eyes. The darkness was receding, and his world was no longer tinged sepia and grey, it burst into vibrant colour when saw the love in Jensen’s forest green eyes.

His light was here with him.
 

( That bloody picture! )



 

Title: Wednesday Night Down at The Anti-Christ’s
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 21680
Summary: Jared Padalecki always thought he was just an average guy, until the day his dad told him all about the family business. Now he’s trying to rule hell, and deal with minions who keep offering him virgin sacrifices. If that wasn’t bad enough the latest offering just happens to be the man of his dreams.
Disclaimer: Here be fiction, folks. This isn’t real nor is it meant to reflect the relationship between the two men, whose names and faces I’m borrowing.  This is my very own little take on reality or as I like to think of it now, the wrong trouser leg of time, where our universe and this one split apart, and this universe is bathed in a rosy pink hue.
Author’s Notes: Just in case anyone is wondering, this story was started a long, long time ago and was inspired by a conversation with stir_of_echoes about the colour of Jared’s eyes!  It’s amazing where my imagination goes if it’s left to its own devices. As always many thanks go to bigj52 for her tireless work in turning my scribbles into English. Also a big thank you to milly_gal for encouraging (nagging) me to keep working on this, so if you don’t like the story now you know who to blame *G*.

( Wednesday Night Down at The Anti-Christ's )