#category:gen

[soulhusbands]

The shotgun barrel was already moving. John was, too, but there wasn’t any way he was going to make it in time, not to the man holding the gun, and not between that gun and his unsuspecting sons.

"Dean!" he bellowed.

And the shotgun roared.

Time lurched, stretched, stopped. For an eternity of milliseconds, John hung suspended between panic and despair; between madness and rage; between horror and agony.

Ten going on thirteen, by dodger_winslow

Stay (sequel)

John, Sam, Dean

Teen and up

Preseries, gen, canon compliant

Graphic violence (show level)

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[soulhusbands]

There's nothing from your old life. Nothing. It's been lost, except for one tiny scrap of a thought. It's a broken memory that you cling to, that you turn over and over in your mind, hoping that someday it'll mean something again.

All you remember is this: a voice calling out to you, begging you, pleading you.

Don't forget who you are. 

This road is wrapped around me, and I wear it like a chain by lyra_wing

Sam&Dean

Mature

Canon divergent

Demon Dean, second pov, pervert minor characters getting their due

2.9k

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[soulhusbands]

Because he can tell Dean is losing it, Sam tries harder and harder to keep it together. Doesn't mention the nights he spends awake, listening to his heart hammering away just under his ribs, the crawling sensation over his skin. The murmuring in his ears. The constant wondering.

One day, the wondering spills from his mouth before he can stop it. “Do you think I'm being punished?”

Dean doesn't answer.

When Sam wakes up one morning to silence, he curls into a ball and trembles.

Deprivation by ratherastory

Sam&Dean

General audience

Canon divergent

Physically hurt Sam, Sam losing one sense at a time, worried Dean, horror

2.3k

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[soulhusbands]

Well, the oldest Winchester had been after this demon and apparently it had been spotted somewhere on the other side of the bridge. And he said they had to go after it. So of course they went. 

 “Because I’m God,” said the oldest Winchester. 

 “Amen,” prayed the middlest Winchester. 

 “You’re so not,” muttered the youngest Winchester, but under his breath, in case God would hear.

Conversational Winchester for trolls by eloise_bright

Sam, Dean, John

Gen

Canon compliant, pre-series

Crack

1.8k

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[soulhusbands]

He falls asleep to the hum of the dim parking lot lights, the whoosh of cars on a distant highway, the hiss of September wind, falls asleep to the steady thump of his own heart: noises that churn together ‘til really they’re nothing but an empty, blanketing silence.

It is not silent when he wakes up.

“What the fuck?” he slurs, scrambling to sit up straight, and the little girl in the back seat freezes, fixes him with huge, frightened eyes, then renews her desperate scrabble with the door.

“Woah,” Dean says, “hey, what the – hey, slow down, huh?”

She doesn’t, and Dean squinches his eyes shut and then opens them wide, trying to fight through his hangover and the bright morning sun to figure out if there’s any reason for a kid to be in the Impala, but he already knows that the answer is a resounding no.

Dessertion by roque_clasique

Dean

Teen and up

Preseries, Stanford era

Kidfic, slurs, physically hurt Dean, rescuer Dean

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[mychemfanfics]

The whole band takes care of Frank when he gets sick on tour.

[mychemfanfics]

He’s a menace to society, he’s insane, he’s dangerous. He’s Frank.

[mychemfanfics]

The whole band takes care of Frank when he gets sick on tour.