Dean's Not Fine

Kelly's Song A Supernatural poem by Doris  @doris_helmick Our second verse for the #SPNWishList fic and art challenge! Doris wrote this a while back but thought it would fit nicely in the challenge. And boy, it surely does. Get your tissues, moms!  -- Jennie I have to be going, my little one. My arms will never feel your weight. But I cannot stay, my beloved son. Jack, know this, if you know naught else: The cost of my love was never too great. One Angel's dark grace gave the gift of life. But Castiel's great love gives you hope. A cry sliced the Empty, sharp as a knife. An Angel, two brothers hold you: This is your fam'ly; they will help you cope. I see you, my son, through Heaven's gold mist. Struggles, losses... painful to see. I'm sad that your cheek, I never once kissed. Your sweet baby smile, never seen: Destiny's promise was life free from me. Breathtakingly pure, the light of your soul. A match to Dean's, bright...

Out of Reach A Supernatural story by Milisa  @440MXS_wife The #SPNWishList fic and art challenge is rolling again! Milisa responded to an intriguing "high shelf" sort of prompt from a friend. Once again, you, the reader, become the star of a sweet, romantic tale of misunderstandings and life in the bunker. Enjoy!  -- Jennie Today was baking day, and you had decided to make some baked goods for now, and some to freeze for later. Cookies, muffins, and, of course, pie. You knew this was going to take all day, so you decided to start early. You had reached the point in your recipe where it called for cinnamon, so you walked over to the cabinet containing your spices. You were dismayed to see that the cinnamon had been moved to a higher shelf. Not only that, but it was pushed back from the edge, just out of your reach. At that moment, Sam walked through the back door after his morning run. He saw you struggling to grab the cinnamon with the kitchen tongs, ...

Normal Sucks A Supernatural story by Mich  @raiahome You've read Mich's  Tales from Baby ... now check out her second #SPNWishList masterpiece! Mich responded to the prompt: "Baby breaks down, from her POV."  In which Dean is pro-poutine. And anti-Canadian bacon. As I've said many times, no one speaks for this cranky old steel broad like Mich does. Enjoy. -- Jennie Baby tried to decide if she’d ever been more miserable in her life. Sure, she’d been possessed, T-boned by a semi, flipped on her roof by a demon cloud, and crashed through a big sign, but that was all part of the job. She was saving people and hunting things, so there was a certain satisfaction in it. Then there were the many months she spent hiding in a barn when those Leviathan dicks were hunting Sam and Dean. It had been necessary… and boring as hell. But she had attained a comforting level of zen at the time, so… silver lining, right? But this? This was just pathetic. First th...

Some Things Are Worth Trying For A Supernatural story by Emmy  @Yorkshire_SPN The #SPNWishList fic and art challenge is back on track! Emmy responded to the prompt: "Sam and Cas try to cook." I had a rough couple of weeks and didn't give this the attention it deserved until now! And it was completely worth it. Enjoy this slice of bunker life... A yummy slice, dusted with a liberal amount of sugar!   -- Jennie It was about 2 p.m. by the time Dean finally got his act together and went out to get food. Sam sat in his chair in the library, flipping through a tome on vampirism in 18th-century Haiti and restraining himself from tapping a foot on the ground. “Hey, uhh, where are you goin’?” Sam asked, keeping his tone casual. Dean swung around irritably. “To get some food. You know, food? Pie, bacon, burgers, the good stuff. None of your rabbit crap.” “Yeah, I know. Look, I’ve got a package waiting for me. but it’s in Grand Island. Could you--” “Grand Island...

Rivalry Is Hell A Supernatural story by Madison  @MadisonTheGeek7 A new entry in the second wave of the #SPNWishList fic and art challenge! Madison, a new author to our challenge, responded to the prompt: "The story of Belphegor and Ardat." Great imagery, elegant storytelling, and one place where I damn well got serious chills. Enjoy! -- Jennie  Ah, Hell, the land of eternal torture. A vast land filled with thousands of thousands of souls constantly being ripped apart, and Belphegor was one of these souls. The hooks holding him in place cut deep through him as the demon, Ardat, smiled over him, thrusting her blade into whatever there was left for her to poke at. As she pushed her blade in deeper, Belphegor let out a snarl -- not a scream, not a plea... just a huff of frustration at the continual torture.  When footsteps echoed through the chamber, Belphegor strained his neck, ignoring Ardat’s attempts to break him, to see who had entered. Unfortunate...

Fathers and Son Reunion, or Three Men and a Nephilim A Supernatural poem by Doris  @doris_helmick Our first verse for the #SPNWishList fic and art challenge! Doris responded to the prompt: "Fathers and son reunion."  Enjoy! -- Jennie Fathers and sons, not always an easy alliance. Sometimes created in easy, joyful acceptance. But sometimes, it’s in realms where evil, trust often breaks, And families bear the bonds that love, in hardship, makes. Among Hunters, the innocent must be protected. Proof obtained, and a Nephilim child’s not rejected. Two men, one broken angel, an orphan without hope. A son, an innocent indeed, trust gained, love will cope. Time moves, training begins, laughter, a part of learning. Cases solved, fam’ly formed, Jack’s grace is slowly burning. The love of his fathers, Sam, Dean, and Cas: Jack does crave. Nephilim, thought so deadly, now holds a heart so brave. But Chuck, self-proclaimed writer of all men’s destiny, Has his secr...

Operation Pimp My Bunker A Supernatural story by Carla  @curlybean1 A new entry in the second wave of the #SPNWishList fic and art challenge! Carla responded to the prompt: "Sam and Dean redecorate the bunker." Every time I read a sweet story like this, one that gives us a glimpse of Dean Winchester as he could have been... it breaks my heart, but I smile so wide. Enjoy.  -- Jennie Dean couldn’t help but feel annoyed as he watched Sam pack his bag. He also couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Sam’s last words before leaving the bunker. “I mean it, Dean. Stay off your leg and get some rest. I shouldn’t be gone more than a week at the most.” Sam was off to take care of a little werewolf problem somewhere in Arkansas, and since Dean was laid up with a broken leg and a few cracked ribs, Garth was going to be is hunting partner.  Dean hated the thought of his little brother going off on a hunt without him, but Sam was adamant that Garth would have his back just...