dean winchester

Night came in and Cas was standing on a crossroad. He buried a small, tin box in the ground and then took a step back.
“Get your pantat, keledai down, here, Crowley!” he yelled.
A few long detik later Crowley appeared. “Give me one good reason why I wouldn’t kill anda this very instant”
“Because I have something better in store” Cas said. He took a deep breath and then continued. “You have to bring Dean back to life”
“Let me guess, I get your soul in return” Crowley berkata bored. “Sorry, but that’s getting so old. Nice chatting” He wanted to leave, when Cas quickly said: “Not...

Chapter 2
Sorry it is sooooo short!)




They ride to the house where the last victim lived was quiets and uncomfortable. Sam tried a few things to get Dean to talk, but they all failed, lately Dean had been distant, distracted. He was holding something back, and Sam knew it was going to be hard to break him, his brother was as stubborn as he was and both got that from there father. Dean turned into the driveway and got out of the car without a word, Sam watched from behind the windshield with a cautious eye, when Dean paused and gave him a look, Sam hustled out.
“Let me do the talking, “ Sam...

Dean drove straight into the purple flash. It engulfed them, swallowed them, and spit them back out. Dean looked around him. At first glance, nothing had changed. They were headed north on the road in front of the Best Western in Iola, Kansas. A detik glance at the parking lot, however, revealed the truth. The girls were gone, along with the detik Impala.

Dean whooped. “Yeah, baby! anda know, when anda know what that thing is, it’s kind of a rush.” He grinned widely and looked over at Sam, expecting to see Sam’s trademark bitchface glaring at him.

Sam stared out the window, saying nothing,...

This job is stupid, Sam thought bitterly to himself as the windscreen of the Impala was dashed with fierce rain. We should be focusing on Dean right now, not going to investigate a possible haunting.
Sam glanced across at Dean in the driver’s seat, who was looking determinedly at the dark, wet road ahead, concentrating in the avoiding way that only Dean could. Sam knew when Dean had that face on, he wasn’t willing to negotiate anything, let alone talk about his feelings. Sam couldn’t tell if Dean thought about his deal at all that much, as it seems he always felt he had to put on a mask...

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All right, we’ve been wanting for a while now to tampil the network (the CW) and the show’s producers, Patrick J. Doody and Chris Valenziano, how much we appreciate all the hard work that they put in, and that we cinta the show!

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