Dean's Not Fine

"I've never had anything this nice." -- Dean Winchester So now we're getting to the tough stuff. Forgive me, my thoughts are still very much jumbled on this. If you'd like, read Part 1 and Part 2 before we get started. While we waited through Hellatus, I had envisioned Rocky's Bar -- in my short stories Welcome to Rocky's and Last Call -- as a place where Michael kept Dean placated by sort of separating him into two halves... splitting the warrior off from the caretaker. The warrior, safely bound somewhere in Dean's mind. The caretaker, content to tend bar in a simple, but pleasant, fantasy. In my stories, Rocky is the absent owner, the guy who gets into scrapes, stirs up trouble, and Dean is "just Dean" -- a guy doing a job, who doesn't want to make waves with anyone. Rocky's turned out to be quite different -- and more than I could ever have imagined. A central question to me, though: Is this a place created by Mi...

Michael: Tell me. Why do you love this world enough to risk your own life? Castiel: Tell me. Why do you hate this world enough to burn it to the ground? How pissed off Michael must have been to find out that God was a close, personal friend of Dean Winchester's. #Supernatural #Nihilism rewatch — Dean's Not Fine #SPN300 💔🥃🥧 (@DeanIsntFine) January 18, 2019 Whoa... Steve Yockey, while doing some emotional, in-depth work with dialog and parallels in "Nihilism," also dropped some serious canon in our laps, didn't he? #Supernatural #Nihilism rewatch Cas is so absolutely done with hearing his brothers whine about their dad. — Dean's Not Fine #SPN300 💔🥃🥧 (@DeanIsntFine) January 18, 2019 I guess we shouldn't be surprised to hear that Michael has a beef with God... But in one little exchange with Cas, Yockey explains what we've all been wondering since the AU was introduced: Multiple worlds... multiple versi...

Home is Where Dean Is A Supernatural story by Axy @Aaaahhhxy Art by @taylorsadlowski . For more, search #TaylorDraws on Twitter.   “Castiel, are you OK?” At times, it was easy to forget that Jack remained a light sleeper, despite his recently stolen grace. And so, I was surprised to see him haunting the corridors, even if it was still early in the evening. But beyond the surprise, I always felt a little happy pinch where I guess my heart is supposed to be every time I heard him calling my name. After months of intense search and despair, feeling like I let down Kelly in ways that I couldn't fathom, he was finally back home. Even if, lately, it didn't really feel like home anymore. It's such a strange concept, “home.” Something that took me a long time to fully grasp. All my time on Earth, I sought something I could never find. To say that I was searching for my place in this world is an understatement. Before… Before Dean, who I was existed within th...

I was deeply moved by the penultimate (yes, I know, no one says "penultimate") episode of Season 13, "Exodus." Now, I know there is little love in the fandom for this particular writing tandem, but this script had so much heavy lifting to do to tie all the various storylines of Season 13 together. To me, the entire season hinged on those storylines coming together satisfactorily, and "Exodus" more than delivered. I loved all of the dialogue and first-time-ever character interactions, but the one that was most important to me was Jack facing off with Lucifer, and Lucifer's predictably insidious plan to win Jack over. (The depth of the performances by Mark Pellegrino and Alex Calvert can't be overstated. Both were amazing, both in this and in the finale episode.) The Twitter roleplayers give me a very welcome chance to interact with the characters I love, and I, seeing that Lucifer was insinuating himself with Jack in "Exodus," trie...

Art by Autia at DeviantArt. Visit their gallery here . Refugees A Supernatural story by Jennie @DeanIsntFine , @CallMeClarence and @jacklovesnougat The angel sat with his back against the rough, pockmarked plaster wall, head up, eyes to the night sky. Keeping watch for Russian warplanes over this bombed-out shell of a city in Syria. Castiel had spent the long day doing what he could, healing the injured children -- just enough to not draw undue attention -- and trying to put a smile on their battered and blank faces. Life under siege was no life for a child. He’d showed up at the refugee center and pitched right in, no questions asked, no explanations given. None were needed. These humans were stripped to their basest layer -- survival -- and any hope, even from a stranger in a trenchcoat, was welcome. And Cas had much to atone for. His conscience still ached over what he’d done to Donatello, and from the sting of Dean’s rebuke. It felt like the brain-dead prophet sa...