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...

"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...

Last Call A Supernatural story by Jennie @DeanIsntFine Featuring Dean Winchester @DWImpala67 This is the third of my VBF stories, featuring my best fictional friend. It is set in the winter hiatus of Season 14, after "The Spear." To read the others, click: Part 1:  "VBF" Part 2:  "Welcome to Rocky's" Part 4:  "Nourished" Bells rang overhead as I walked back into Rocky’s Bar. It looked like little had changed since I left. Over a week ago. “Well, well, well!” Dean boomed. “If it isn't Jennie from St. Louis! Come on in, my friend. What brings you by on this cold and stormy night?” “Dean, buddy,” I said, shaking the snow from my hair, “there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Today is my birthday.” “Seriously?! Well, then. No Cosmic Cowboy for you.” He dumped the beer he had started pouring for me and reached down into a small fridge under the bar. He came up with a green and gold bottle, complete with foil-covere...

Welcome to Rocky's A Supernatural story by Jennie @DeanIsntFine Featuring Dean Winchester @DWImpala67 This is the second of my VBF stories, featuring my best fictional friend. It is set in the winter hiatus of Season 14, after "The Spear." To read the others, click: Part 1: "VBF" Part 3: "Last Call" Part 4: "Nourished" The door was open, just a crack. I pushed it, and bells rang above my head as I entered. “Hey, welcome to Rocky’s!” the friendly bartender boomed. “What can I getcha?” My breath caught as I saw him, wiping a glass behind the bar. I quickly cleared my throat and answered as I crossed the scarred, plank wood floor. “You have anything fancy, maybe with a tiny umbrella?” I asked. He eyed me warily -- but with a hint of amusement. I let out the breath I’d been holding. “Um, no,” he said, gesturing broadly around the establishment. “If you want fancy, you’re in the wrong place, lady.” “No, no,” I said. I s...

Wondering where we'll fit Michael!Dean... so far, I've got him at the very top.

Fading Away, Chapter 2 A Supernatural story by Axy @Aaaahhhxy 48 hours earlier Jimmy was wrong. This didn’t feel like being chained to a comet. If it were, it would be much, much easier. Instead, it probably felt like being at the center of the molecular equivalent of a permanent big bang. The pain alone was on a level even he, Dean Winchester, the man who had died over a hundred times, never knew before. Every nerve, every joint, every inch of flesh was on fire all the time. Michael wasn’t benevolent with his newly found vessel, and nothing was spared to the hunter. He felt everything, and yet, wasn’t in control of anything, and it was driving him insane. He was locked in a dark corner of his own mind, and had known little to no relief from the moment that son of a bitch of a thief broke their deal. But what other choice had he had? Even if he suffered for eternity, it was worth it. Knowing that they’d ended that bastard, that he’d relieved his brother of the...

Fading Away, Chapter 1 A Supernatural story by Axy @Aaaahhhxy Texts in the middle of the night are never good omens. Sam’s phone vibrated twice on the nightstand before it woke him up. He grabbed it without being really aware of his movements. A reflex. As if he permanently lived on a strange, unsafe edge, waiting for Dean to call him at any time of the day or night. It led to a few disappointments, though, when all Sam had received over the past few days were, at best, possible sightings of his brother coming in from hunters around the country, and at worst, yet another one of those weird, random messages from cable companies asking whether he wanted to subscribe to HBO. If only they knew that the bunker’s outdated system was, actually, innovative enough to allow them to get about every channel on the planet free of charge… This time, though, the text sent at 3:04 left little to no doubt about its nature. “Coordinates,” Sam whispered to himself. His mind drifted aw...