So, this little fic is thankfully so AU as never to even be considered. I hate deathfics, but Kat made me feel sad, so I'm giving her a taste of her own medicine...

All is disclaimed, of coures, and Kat's so not getting JA for her birthday. I already got him and wrapped him (in my arms) and everything, but now I'm just gonna keep him...

Anyway, to the story...

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"Sam?" Sam looked at his brother questioningly. "What's your happy ending?" Dean asked. Sam's brow creased. He smiled awkwardly, shaking his head a little.

"What?"

"What's your happy ending, Sam?" Dean asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Where's that coming from?" Sam asked, bewildered.

"Just answer the freaking question, would you?"

"Happy ending?" Sam mused, his eyes darting around. He thought about it for a moment, and then shrugged one shoulder. "I dunno. We kill the Demon, I go back to school, graduate, get a really good job somewhere, maybe make partner in five years' time… Get married, have a couple of kids… I dunno, I guess that'd be nice..." Sam said, his voice trailing off at the end. There was a moment of silence before his blinked, coming back from his reverie and looked at his brother. "Why?" he asked, "What's your happy ending, Dean?" Dean gave him a weak smile and looked away, as if caught in his own reverie.

"Dean?" Sam asked again.

"I really can't think of any." Dean said, giving another weak smile. He hated the way Sam looked at him at that moment, those big brown eyes looking at him with such pity and disbelief. He hated that, hated being pitied. Pity was for the weak, and if there was one thing you could say about Dean Winchester, it was that he was anything but weak. Dean looked away from his brother, swallowing, wetting his lips. "I guess… I guess this is pretty much it. You being here with me…" He said, shrugging. His eyes felt heavy. He tried to keep them open. Now wasn’t the time to close them. Not yet. But he couldn’t stand the way his little brother was looking at him. He closed his eyes.

"Dean…" Sam shook his head, swallowing hard, "Dean, you're not gonna die! You hear me?" he demanded. "Dean!" But Dean didn’t hear him. Ever again.

Hey guys!

A little more angst in this one, not much action though. But there'll be plenty of that later, trust me (and my cruel cliffies ;) )

Anyway, a little taste of what's to come...

All is disclaimed - I own a couple of books and an MP3, but that's about it.

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"What time is it?" Sam asked. Dean glanced at his watch.

"Almost six." He said. "You sure you're okay?" Sam smirked, looking at his brother through the mirror.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." He said. See how he likes it. Sam got out of the bathroom and sat down at the table. The laptop was open. "You're still looking for a new job?" Sam asked. Dean gave him a strange look, almost hesitant, and then smirked.

"Well, actually, I think I found one." He said.

"Oh, yeah?" Sam asked. Hunting would actually be good right now. After that nightmare, going out and killing some evil $0B seemed like a good thing to do. Dean cleared his throat, and Sam braced himself. Dean rarely needed to clear his throat. When he did so, it often meant he was trying to find a way to say something he didn’t want to say. And that was usually not good.

"Actually, I found me a job." Dean said, licking his lips.

"No way!" Sam snapped, whirling around to face his brother. "You're not going on a solo mission, Dean. Out of the question. I mean, are you even sane? Did that poltergeist knock something loose in your brain or something? How could you think…"

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, tiger." Dean cut him off, raising his hands. "It's not like that."

"Not like that?" Sam cried incredulously, "Dean…"

"Sam," Dean stopped him again, "Look, it's not our usual gig. It's not even a gig, really, just a favor." Dean said, "Look, I got this call from a friend of mine. She needs some help," He tried to explain, but Sam cut him off.

"So we'll go together." Sam said in a tone that had finality in it.

"Look, there's no point, really. She's having some trouble with her landlord, she just wants someone to rattle the guy, scare him off, make sure she and her kids are safe, that kind of thing." Dean said quickly. "I'll just go, knock some sense into the guy, and come back. No reason for you to be dragged along, I know how much you don’t like it, you know, feeling like luggage and stuff."

"What? Dean, are we back to that crap?" Sam couldn’t believe it. He'd told Dean a thousand times that it wasn’t like that, that hanging around and staying with his brother wasn’t a burden. That is was his choice. Obviously, Dean still didn’t believe him. "Look, I want to go with you, okay?" Sam said, "I mean, what else am I supposed to do?" Sam regretted those words the moment he'd said them. He meant it, it just didn’t sound the way he wanted it to. It sounded like he didn’t have a choice, and that was exactly the opposite of what he was trying to say. Dean's face was a mask. Completely unreadable. And Sam hated that.

They were doing so well. They were starting to fall back to their old routine from before Sam had left for college. Yes, sometimes it was hard, and yes, Dean often got on his nerves, but deep down, Sam loved it. Yes, he b*t**ed and whined about hunting, but it did give him a rush, and the ride back to the motel after a hunt going right, with his brother by his side, that was probably one of his favorite things.

And then the Demon ruined it all. Ruined everything, for the third time in Sam's life. It wasn’t that things were tense between him and Dean, but before, Dean actually started opening up. When he came to get Sam, he was all walls, and then he finally started opening up, telling Sam all those things he never knew, like how he wanted to be a fireman. And now… Sam signed mentally. Now the walls were back up, and there was probably a moat around them, too. A clairvoyant would have trouble seeing into Dean now. And Sam hated that, he really did.

So, any thoughts, remarks, grammar/spelling mistakes? Let me know what you think.

That doesn't have spoilers in it? (besides the pictures one) I mean, really, I can't even get into an innocent looking thread without someone mentioning a spoiler, even when they're trying not to!

Yeah, I wanna know what's gonna happen. I wanna know if Metallicar lives, if John lives (yeah, pretty sure he does. Thank you very much for that spoiler whoever that was...) but I want to be surprised!!!!

I usually hate surprises. Really. A friend of mine had to call ahead to tell me they're throwing me a surprise party because I told him I wasn't going to let anyone in my house if they did... I REALLY hate surprises. But in this case, I just love being glued to my seat, ya know?

So I guess it's just the pretty pictures from now until September, huh?

Hey, is it just me, or has almost everyone changed their avatars to either Sam or Dean? (actually, to either Dean or Sam...) I thought about doing the same, but I like mine! It almost looks like me. Now, if only it had red hair...

Stupid, I know, but it's either that, or think of ways to kill Sam, and people tend to frown upon that... My best idea yet was a turkey pecking him to death (I just watched Gray's Anatomy and it was the thanks giving episode... I actually really liked the little speech George's dad gave him. I was going 'Yeah, Sammy, you hear that? Oh, I mean Georgie...')

I need a break from Sam... Bring more stripteasing Dean, Sifi!!! Ah.... Dean drunk and doing striptease... *sigh*

I'm gonna go now... Happy what's left of July 4th to everyone who celebrates it!

I know, I shouldn't give up so quickly, but... I don't know... It seems nothing in this story is going the way I want it to. I'm seriously thinking about stopping and just toss the story.

I mean, I love the ending, even if Tracy forced me to change it and not kill who I planned to kill. Yes, it has a happy ending, all nice and angsty and full of brotherly love, and even an aww moment... But getting there!!!!!! Urgh! I'm bored writing it, no wonder I get no hits anymore. *sigh* Zero new hits in two days... Even my old stories get hits, but not this one...

I'm in the middle of chapter 7, and truly doubt there'll be a chapter 8... I don't know, I'll post chapter 4 tonight, but I really don't think I'll continue with this story...

Okay, rant's over... :|

Still a work in progress... Sam's being stubborn, as usual, and won't help move things along... So anyway, this is a teaser from the next chapter of 'I Wanna Know Why' (and if you're wondering, he will eventually find out why...)

Disclaimer - still not mine, and hopefully still all three alive for season 2...

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"Hey, you coming or what?" Sam jumped, startled, and then gave a slight nod, smiling at the landlord who was showing them the apartment. Flashes from his latest vision kept popping into his mind. This was the place, the apartment, only, it was all wrong. The furniture was different, the pictures on the mantle were different, and the blood splutters on the carpet and wall, well, that was different alright. The apartment was either cursed or haunted, or so his brother claimed. Eighteen deaths in the past twenty years – that's what they came up with in their research – the last one taking place three days earlier.

"So, what can you tell us about the place?" Sam asked, making a face when he noticed he stepped in a splotch of dry blood. They pretended to be reporters – Sam being an intern learning the 'business' from Dean. They had landlord eating from the palm of their hand when Dean happened to mention the rent was rather cheap and that they were looking for a place.

As they expected, the landlord mostly repeated what they already knew, and added what they already suspected. There was some electric problem with the lights, but a technician was working to fix it, probably some rats, but they were planning to get an exterminator as soon as the police was finished with the place, and the painter was due the following week. Dean kept the conversation going while Sam looked around. He didn’t like being in this place. It felt like he was being watched, and it made the fine hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He looked questioningly at Dean, who nodded. There were definite cold spots around. There was something here, no question about it. They'll take care of it later, after the landlord leaves. They were thanking him, getting ready to leave and planning to return later that night but Sam just couldn’t shake the feeling someone was watching, that something was off… He had seen this place in his vision, that had to mean something.

"Hey, so just one last question," he said, turning back as they were already at the stairs. Dean looked questioningly at him. Sam cocked his head to the side, licking his lips. "There wouldn’t happen to have been a fire here, would it? I mean, all the stories…" he tried to smile "Just trying to think of a catchy title for the story…" he apologized at the look the landlord gave him.

"Well, now that you mentioned it," Sam's heart hammered, "there was a fire in the building. Almost thirty years ago. About a dozen died. Burned up half this side of the building." The landlord said, and than laughed, "But don’t worry, the ghosts come with no extra charge." He winked. Sam smiled back and hurried after his older brother on their way back to the car.

"You want to tell me what that was all about?" Dean asked once they were on their own again. Sam took a deep breath before answering.

"This is the place." He said. Dean looked questioningly at him.

"What place?" he asked, getting in the car and Sam followed him.

"From my vision. This is it, this is the place." Sam explained. Dean gave him a funny look.

"What, the Demon? No way, man. The guy that lived here didn’t even have a family." Dean said and Sam gave him a meaningful look. "What?"

"Come on, Dean. There was a fire here thirty years ago. That's it. That's the Demon. It was here."

"What? Thirty years ago?" Dean shrugged, "You're having visions about what happened thirty years ago now?" Dean looked intently at Sam, who pursed his lips uncomfortably, shaking his head.

"I don’t know." Sam said, "All I know is I've seen this place in my vision." They sat there silently for a moment, and then Dean started the car, driving back to the motel, each hunter deep in his own thoughts.

"Could be like our house." Dean suggested after a long moment of silence. Sam glanced at him.

"You think it attracted a poltergeist?" he asked. Dean half-shrugged.

"I guess we're gonna find out soon enough."

This is the fallout of me writing a Sam centered fic... lol. I've been thinking about Sam's hair... There was a fic in which the author couldn't decide whether to cut it or not, and asked the readers (they cut it!!!). That got me started... I mean, I've seen JP in Gilmore Girls with shorter hair, I must say, he looks even younger. And less attractive, IMHO. (though the beard thing was nice...) But really, Sam can't cut his hair. Trying to get in his shoes, I think I figured out the hair, too. It's his way to rebel. I mean, soldiers keep their hair short. His dad controlled everything else, this was his 'normal' rebellion... Or JP just likes his hair that way. *shrug* *goes back to write...*

Well, I'm giving this new plot bunny a try. I tried my best to study Sam, but what I came up with is... well the title says it best.

This is a little sneak preview, if you will, of chapter 2.  I will post it in fanfiction.net tomorrow, probably. Any thoughts and comments are welcomed.

Standard Disclaimer applies - don't own them.

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"What's wrong?" Sam demanded.

"Well, my little brother started drinking all of a sudden. Kindo' takes time to get used to that, you know? I mean, what's next, you're gonna pick some chick up?" Dean smirked, and Sam tried to read between the lines. He failed, and motioned the bartender for another shot. "Seriously, Sammy, what's with the drinks? Are the nightmares really that bad?" Dean asked.

"What? No." Sam shook his head. "I haven’t had a nightmare all week." He said.

"Then what is it?" Dean insisted.

"You tell me, and I'll tell you." Sam said, grinning triumphantly, thinking it was the smartest thing he'd ever said.

"What are you, five?" Dean asked completely inappropriately, in Sam's opinion.

"Oh, come on, Dean. I know you're pushing thirty, grandpa, but there's no reason to act like you're sixty." Sam grinned and started to chuckle. Dean raised a brow.

"You're totally wasted, aren’t you?" he asked. Sam snorted and Dean smirked, shaking his head. "You're so easy." He muttered. "Hey Sam?" Sam raised his eyes from the empty glass of the third shooter to look at Dean. "Why are you drinking so much tonight?"

"Because if I drink a lot, you'll get drunk and then you'll tell me what's wrong with you." Sam slurred, finding no flaw to that logic. Dean sighed, pushing his still full glass of beer aside.

"There's nothing wrong with me Sam." He said.

"Is too!" Sam insisted.

"No, Sam, there isn’t." he said just as a waitress came over with the glass of beer Sam ordered. And then he leaned forward. "But, you know, now that we had these drinks, I think there is something wrong with you." He said, appealing to his brother's brilliant logic, looking intently at Sam, who nodded enthusiastically.

"You bet!" he grinned. "See? I knew it! All I needed to do was get you d-drunk!"

"That's it, kiddo, I'm cutting you off." Dean said quickly, taking the glass Sam was holding before Sam had the chance to drop it.

"But I'm not drunk yet! You won't talk if I'm not totally drunk!" Sam insisted.

"You are so going to hate yourself tomorrow." Dean shook his head. "And just so you know, whatever you're gonna do tonight, I'm so taking pictures."

"Why aren’t you drinking?" Sam asked, eyeing Dean carefully.

"Sure I am, buddy." Dean said, motioning at the empty glasses on the small table.

"Oh." Sam said, "Good. You drunk yet?"

"I'm gonna get you something to eat." Dean said, and was about to leave when Sam had a sudden moment of clarity and caught his elbow.

"Wait, I drank those, didn’t you?" he slurred. "Wait, I meant… you…" he shook his head, "You didn’t drink. Why?" he said, deciding small words were the best choice at the moment.

"Sure I did, I'm just not a little girl like you." Dean grinned, but Sam stopped him again.

"You're hiding something." He said seriously.

"Yeah, well, so are you." Dean said. Sam nodded absent mindedly.

"True." He admitted and started to giggle. At that, Dean rolled his eyes and left to get his little brother something to eat.

Sam seemed to find the way the ketchup spilled on his jeans very interesting. Now that Dean had gone off to play some pool, Sam ordered two more drinks and drank them both one after the other, making sure his big brother wasn’t watching. This evening was turning to be so much more fun than he thought it would be. There was supposed to be something serious going on tonight, but he couldn’t imagine what could be so serious about fries. Especially curly fries. They were just funny.

And then he saw her. She just entered the bar, wearing a red shirt with a matching red skirt, her long dark hair draping her shoulders, and Sam couldn’t keep from gawking at her. Definitely his type. And why was it so hot in here all of a sudden? Her eyes looked around the bar and met Sam's. She flashed him a smile and he could tell there was more alcohol in his brain than blood. He grinned back, but she already looked away, going to sit by the bar. Sam thought about going to sit next to her.

Unfortunately, his legs thought otherwise, and he nearly crashed to the floor. Someone helped him back to his seat, and a fleeting thought surfaced, telling him that he might need some coffee. Or beer. Yeah, beer sounded better. Sam glanced sideways, making sure Dean wasn’t there first. Dean always cramped his style. There was no way a person could be so smug, so cocky, so arrogant, so obnoxious, and still score so many women. Sam had long suspected some sort of deal with the devil and a trading of souls.

This time he managed to actually make it all the way to the bar, sitting next to the dark haired lady in red. He tried to introduced himself, say something extremely fun and brilliant and show her those deadly dimples of his. What he actually said was "Wanna drink some?", and even that was slurred almost beyond understanding. She laughed and gently declined. No matter. He was drunk. And cute. He could do anything. So he tried to impress her by eating a peanut and nearly choking. Smooth, Sammy, real smooth. Well, at least it got her attention. And another of those smiles. Man, she sure had a smile on her. And breasts. Definitely breasts. Did he mention she was his taste? And wasn’t it Dean who told him to pick up a chick? It was an order wasn’t it? So he needed to pick up a chick. And look, there was one right there. What a coincidence. She laughed with him. Or was it at him? Nah, with him. So he'd better start laughing too.

Hi again,

I'm writing a new fic, Sam centric. Unfortunately (?) I'm a total Dean girl. I don't really get Sam all that much. Too moody for my taste, but I can't write him that way, now can I?

So if you wouldn't mind pointing out his better characteristics and motives (I know he has them, I know the entire world is against him, but I still don't really care for the character... what can I say? Deangirl!) I'd really appreciate that!

Hi, I had this idea for a new fic, but I'm not so sure about it. Only have a vague idea about what's going to happen, but I do have a teaser, so I thought I'd post it here, see what you guys think.

It starts after Devil's Trap, and goes on from there... Dean centric for now.

Disclaimer: I own nothing supernatural.

The accident had been a bad one. He never should have survived it. But he did. With some help, he did. But it came with a price. The hunt was over. For him, at least. He was finally given all he ever wanted; a home, a life, a job. A family of his own. He was happy. He couldn't remember being this happy in a long time. He hasn't been this happy since long before Sammy left him.

Too bad it was the Demon who had given it all to him. The Demon he now called Father.

Dean was done being a Winchester.