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posted by rokocharm
Good day, haven't written in a while, but I've been out of the country causing me to miss 2 sobrenatural episodes, which I feverishly caught up on as soon as I returned home. And in sobrenatural fashion, it did not disappoint. While there are varying opinions, I absolutely loved last friday's episode 17. It was a master piece and there was so much emotion, easily my favourite episode from this season. Now if there's one thing I've noticed throughout this season, its the major change I can see in Dean's character. From season 1, Dean has always been the motivated, ambitious one, who knew what he needed to do and how he needed to do it. While it is part of his personality to cover his insecurities, especially in the presence of his younger brother, he has nevertheless been a capable, steadfast pillar of support for his family. But in this current season, and even beginning as early as season 5, its almost as if Dean has gotten old. No longer does he fight as hard as he once did for things he used to hold so dear (save for Sam). It really pains me to see him like that, because I can see him trying to stay strong for Sam's sake, but he's really not happy with life. In essence, he's tired, and not just fatigued, but he's been beat down so much that perhaps he doesn't want to get up anymore. Let's take a closer look shall we?


1) His burden
Let's not kid ourselves. Dean has a heavy weight on his shoulders. The weight of his family, the weight of his job, the weight of the world. It's almost as if his load increases exponentially every season. Protecting his family is hard enough, but it just so happens that his occupation is to chase after the things that want to kill him. You know who does that? Crazy people! Hunting is a thankless, unlucky, unhappy job, but someone's gotta do it. It's with this notion that he makes it through most of the earlier seasons. Until his burden envelopes not just the fate of his family and some strangers, but the entire world which he and his brother broke. Fancy that. Though he makes it through that, it seems that he has to continually steer the bus away from the cliff. And he begins to wonder, what if the bus wants to go over the cliff? Why is it his job to save a world that always seems to be on the verge of breaking?


2) His pain
Remember when they used to just gank monsters? Remember how simple life was? Remember a time when everyone he cared about was alive and kicking, and not everything depended on him? Dean has lost nearly everyone he has ever loved or cared about. His mother. His father. Jo. Ellen. Lisa. Ben. Bobby. Cas. Or gotten them killed as he has put it. He's barely hanging on. Sam really is all he has left. That's the only reason he will still fight. Because if he doesn't, he'll lose everything. He used to be able to shake things off. Given time, he could bury it under his rug. But as the futile fight against the Leviathans continue and he finds his list of allies running thin, he cannot shake it off. The desperation of the situation, coupled with the pain of losing everyone is crippling him. He's so tired of losing people, losing fights and just never getting a break. Hasn't he given enough? Hasn't he paid enough?


3) His bad luck
Luck isn't in the job description. It's what you're gonna need if you want to survive this job. He expects to win some battles, and to lose others. He doesn't expect to lose, and lose, and lose and lose. For once, why can't something be as it seems? Why can't he have a dia where heaven and hell isn't collapsing on itself, raging wars against each other and themselves. It's almost as if life is torturing him with everything it's got. When he’s not falling down, he’s trying to hold someone else up. Tossing him left and right, stomping on him when he's down, yet never allowing him the peace of letting go or the serenity of giving up. Dean used to be able to take everything that this life dished him, but perhaps he'd been dealt the azedar, azedo hand one too many times. Remember at the end of season 5? Dean wanted no hell or heaven, just mais of the same. Would that still be his answer now?


4) His brother
Dean loves Sam. Sure their relationship has been tested and stretched, but there has never been a time that they have stopped loving the other. But often, Sam constitutes to Dean's weariness, whether or not he means it. Dean has always felt a responsibility to Sam, which carries on, even into adulthood. There's nothing he wouldn't do for Sam, and we've seen this proved time and time again, notably when he sacrificed his soul to resurrect Sam. However for a long time, a part of him doesn't see Sam as an equal, and he takes Sam's mistakes as his own failures as a brother, not recognizing them to be what they are: Sam's mistakes. He constantly chases after Sam, trying to guide him when he's lost and trying to find him when he's gone. The only time he puts full effort into anything, is whenever his beloved brother is involved. He views Sam's problems as his own, and neglects his own. In season 7, Sam's hallucinations intensify to the point that he loses touch with reality. Dean very nearly breaks as he watches Sam die slowly, and I'm sure he would have went suicidal if Sam had died. It's a dangerously co-dependent relationship, but on a brighter note, it is a wonderful testament to the power of family.


5) His emptiness
While it was only in season 5 that Dean’s emptiness is addressed directly, but its something that we’ve seen as fãs for a long time. Maybe it’s from getting pushed down over and over again, or from losing everything over and over again, but Dean’s been feeling empty for a long time. Dean is also mais prone to lose hope. Remember the helplessness he was feeling in the end of season 5? Remember how he was willing to surrender to the angels, because he felt like he could no longer fight them? He still feels amor (thankfully) and protectiveness towards his most important people, but he’s finding it harder and harder to fight and ‘go down swinging’. Why him? Why can’t he be allowed a family, some love, some peace? Is it fair that he’s been given the short stick, and the heavy responsibility attached to it? Is it fair? The short answer would be no, it isn’t fair. Some live that deserve to die. Some die that deserve to live. Why is it, that he was chosen, or destined for this? Dean used to be satisfied, somewhat fulfilled. Sure this life had its ups and downs, but he could take it all as long as he had his family. But losing everyone whilst he kept fighting is really taking a toll on our poor Dean. Why should he care about anything? Pretty soon it’ll either leave him, or disappear. Why should he keep fighting and bleeding for a world that gives him nothing and takes from him, everything?
Cas walked inside the same café he had been the night he found out Meg was human, too. He looked around and noticed to his great delight that the same three men were sitting at the same mesa, tabela as last time he had seen them there.
He stared at them, until they felt it and turned their heads to him. He smirked as if he wanted to say: ‘Come and get me’
He turned around and left the café. The three men looked at the bartender. “Come on, he’s asking for it” one of them said disbelieving. The bartender shot them a warning glance. He allowed it once, but not again.
“I will call the cops...
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Cas and Meg reached the surface of the pool and Meg held her breath. She had forgotten how good Cas looked when he was all…wet. Cas took advantage of her inability to speak.
“I’m really sorry for everything I’ve said to you today” he began. “I never meant to say those things. I was thinking something, but what came out was the exact opposite. And then Balthazar said he and Kevin had put up a plan to kill you and I knew it was a setup, but I just had to come”
“Doesn’t matter” Meg said fast. “Let’s get out of here” she suggested. She freed herself and swum to the edge,...
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Jo and Meg were in Cas’ room, packing Cas’ bags. Meg threw all his stuff in the bags, but Jo pulled them out again.
“You have to fold them or they’ll never fit in” Jo reproached her. Actually she was just trying to buy some time. “You know, I really thought something was going on between the two of you”
“Why? Because we both turned human at the same time? I hate him for that” Meg replied.
“I think you just hate the fact that you can’t shut off your emotions now” Jo said wisely.
“Why are you doing this? I killed you and your mom. Why are you trying to help me?” Meg...
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Cas opened his eyes and rolled them to left. Meg was sitting seguinte to his bed. He looked down and noticed he was holding something in his hand. He rolled his eyes to the right and saw the machines and the perfusion leading some kind of fluid medication into his veins. He frowned and tried to pull all threads out of his body.
“No, Cas, don’t do that” Meg tried to stop him. “You have to get better”
Meg didn’t understand. Medication or drugs was what triggered it. He wasn’t himself when he took them.
Cas opened his mouth to explain, but something entirely different was said.
“Get...
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Meg took a few deep breaths in order to remain calm, before she rang the sino on Heather’s door. This time her co-worker was dressed when she opened the door.
“Don’t tell me your friend is sick again” she said as she let Meg in.
“Depends” Meg started vague. “He’s having a headache and he’s atuação weird. Again. Still”
Heather shrugged. “Those are side effects. Every medicine has a side effect or two” she explained careless.
“What did you give him?” Meg asked.
“Does it matter?” Heather commented, avoiding Meg’s look.
“He threatened to kill me if I didn’t...
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Dean was sitting on a chair, seguinte to Cas’ hospital bed. There was only one visitor allowed and Sam and Dean had agreed to switch turns.
“Why are you so reckless?” Dean mumbled helpless.
The seguinte moment Cas sat up and gasped for air.
“Cas?” Dean said and he stood up. He wanted to call a doctor when Cas took his hand.
“Am I alive?” he asked faint.
“Yeah” Dean nodded relieved. “You’re alive”
Cas closed his eyes and fell asleep.
A couple of hours later he woke up and saw he had company. Dean hadn’t left, and Sam, Jo, Ellen and Anna had joined him.
“You gave us all a big...
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Meg sat on her knees, outside the police station. With her right hand she held her stomach and with her left she tried to pull herself up on the wall. She closed her eyes and focused.
“Meg!”
Meg opened her eyes and saw Sam walking in her direction. He helped her up, while Dean frowned.
“How did you get out?” he wanted to know.
Sam helped Meg to the couch, but she refused to lie down. She groaned from the pain.
“What is wrong with you?” Dean asked.
“Daphne attacked me” Meg said difficult. “My stomach hurts, my hands hurt”
“Cas’ ex attacked you, why?” Sam asked surprised.
“It’s not her fault” Meg said. “Zoey manipulated her. Where’s Cas?”
Sam looked at Dean, who scratched his head.
“Please, tell me you know where he is” Meg said weak.
Evening came and Dean parked his car at the Nite Owl Restaurant.
“Why are we stopping?” Cas asked. He wanted Dean to keep on driving.
“Because I’m starving” Dean said short. He unfastened his cinto, correia and got out of the car. Sam and Jo did the same, but Cas didn’t move.
“Are you coming?” Sam asked.
“No, I don’t have to eat” Cas said. “I think I’m going to stay here and wait for you”
“Don’t be so ridiculous” Jo said and she opened the door. Cas understood he had no choice and stepped out of the car.
They entered the restaurant and the manager walked to them. While...
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“Zoey asked me to keep an eye on Alexia, while she visited Daphne in the hospital. Shannen, her babysit, said she would come later and then I could go to the hospital too. When Shannen arrived here it was raining and she was soaked. She asked me if she could take a chuveiro first and I let her. Twenty minutos later she came downstairs in the cozinha and her leg was bleeding. I healed her and she wanted to give me some money, but I refused. Then she kissed me and tried to seduce me” Cas said.
Isabel’s colleague was composição literária everything down.
“And did she succeed?” Isabel asked with raised...
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The seguinte morning.
Daphne’s upper body and arms were taped in with bandage, so she couldn’t mover very well. She opened her eyes and when she saw her wrapped body her breath went faster and irregular. She tried to pull the bandages off, but they were too tight.
The door opened and Cas and Zoey ran towards her.
“No, don’t take it off, Daphne” Zoey said, as she grabbed Daphne’s hands.
“What happened? Why am I here?” she said panicking. Zoey and Cas traded a quick glance. “You don’t remember?” Zoey asked. Daphne shook her head. “You cut yourself, all over your body” Zoey...
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“Shh” Cas lay his finger on his lips. “I hear something”
“Emmanuel? I’m back! Where are you?” Daphne called from downstairs.
Cas looked concerned at Meg. “You have to go” he insisted. “But can you change first? I don’t think it’s wise to let Daphne know I gave you her dress”
“Yeah, alright” Meg agreed. She walked out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom. She took of the dress and put on her underwear when the door opened.
“Manny, it’s very impolite not to knock” she said teasing and she turned around.
Daphne was standing in the doorway, looking furious.
“Oh”...
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So i haven't wrote this fanfic in an amazingly long time, because i kinda forgot about it =O But i've come up with a new idea and decided i should finish this first. If you haven't read the other chapters or have forgotten them, there are links at the bottom. Enjoy!!!

Sam scrolled through the email on the victims computer, it turned out Dean was right, when they first came back to the scene to check his theory Sam had found the sigil at the topo, início of the email, it had also been sent to past victims. To say Dean was pleased with himself was an understatement, he was sat behind his brother tapping...
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posted by HorrorFan101
As both the Winchesters spent most of the afternoon looking for the correct summoning rituals, scouring sources including their father’ journal, books and the internet, it was nightfall before they had the chance to put what they had found into practice. It hadn’t been easy to procurar for; there were many different types of rituals for different types of demon, so the boys had picked out a handful to try out first.
In the last couple of hours, Sam and Dean had made their motel room a perfect demon-trapping area; there were bags of salt in sacks on both the beds, and under the huge rug in...
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posted by supernatural15
I woke up in a cold aly the sun is just coming up it must be close to 6 in the morning . I have scratches,bruises and dried blood on me.I can hardly keep my eyes open and every thing is blury.I can hear a car coming i try to get up so i can get help but im to week and i fall back to the floor.I hear the car stoping across the rua from the aly.

I feel a rock por me and i cluch it in my hand and i throw it with a my strength hopeing it will hit something. It hit the mural with a craking sound and the rock rolls in to the steet.I hear i mans voice saying "did u hear that" i try to yell but...
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 the lost winchester
the lost winchester
I was really messed up,my mom died 2 weeks atrás and I had no one but her she was my family
Except for my dad that I've never met..B4 mom died we had this fight I wanted to know about my dad and I picked up the phone to call him but she told me not 2 and she was series about it.so I didn't
Why wouldn't I do that whatever I didn’t care at the time.but now after she died wth? Why not? What Am I suppose to do? I had no one but my dad so i picked up the phone and I called no one was answering I felt relief I mean what if mom had a good reason for not calling him..i thought a lot about it.but im...
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posted by SarahtotheCore
I had no idea what was happening. Trying to mover anything myself was impossible. I tried moving my hand towards the drink, but my hand twirled a golden lock between two fingers. Quiet frankly... it hurt. I tried calling out to him to have him help me, but not a peep came from my mouth. Well, it did, but it wasn't me talking. My voice, but not my words. I was trapped in my own mind...

"So Sam, what brings you to town?" 'I' asked.

"Um... roadtrip with my brother over there."

"I see... is it fun?"

He looked up at me with soft eyes, "What do you mean?"

"You know... hitting the road... never having...
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posted by Lucia322
Sam: Well, Dad never treated you like that, you were perfect. He was all over my case. You don't remember?
Dean: Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes you were out of line.
Sam: Right! Right, like when I said I'd rather play futebol than learn bow hunting.
Dean: Bow hunting's an important skill!
Dean: Growing up in a place like this would freak me out.
Sam: Why?
Dean: The manicured lawns, "How was your day, honey?" I'd blow my brains out.
Sam: There's nothing wrong with normal.
Dean: I'd take our family over normal any day.
Dean: Kinda hungry for a little barbeque. How about you? What,...
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