i feel bad that im just now realizing two things;

1. it’s been about 1 year and 1 week since i made this blog jesus christ what the fuck

2. i passed 3,000 followers, what, and i cannot emphasis enough, THE FUCK

We’ll Meet Again, I Know Where, I Know When

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 1591

TW: Violence, Vomit

Summary:  Samantha Winchester is jumped one night on her way home from a diner, and has the feeling she's going to die, until a mysterious savior comes to her aid. Her name is Gabriel and she's the most mysterious person Sam has ever met.

This was written for @sabrielevents​ Sabriel Week! Day 4 is a Free Day so I decided to write a Genderbend fic I've been thinking of lately!

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19465414

So this was it - this was how Sam would die.

It was night time, almost the next morning, and she had been on her merry way back to her dorm. Alone. Her boyfriend was sleeping, exhausted after pulling an all-nighter for a project, but she still had work to do for tomorrow, so she’d left and gone to a nearby 24/7 cafe to avoid disturbing him. An ache in her shoulder reassured her she had forgotten nothing at the table, but she had forgotten something at home. A form of protection other than her fists. Every woman has it drilled into their heads from the day they are old enough to step outside alone, to never really be alone. To take your friends Mace and Knife and Whistle with you. The holy trinity. But Sam had forgotten them completely, more focused on her work than anything else.

She remembered them the moment a hand grabbed her and yanked her into an alleyway.

He’s Back. Again.

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 1556

Summary: Sam can't believe his eyes when Gabriel shows up in the bunker after faking dead again. The archangel explains how he did it, and in the process unseen emotions are revealed.

This was written for @sabrielevents Sabriel Week! Day 3: Canon Fix-It

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19455178

Sam was willing to listen to his mother now about getting more sleep. Hell, he was willing to take a week-long nap right now, because he was pretty sure he was hallucinating. It wasn’t him that heard the bunker door being opened and closed in the middle of the night, it was his ears making up sounds to fill the silence of the archive at three in the morning. It was his paranoid, sleep-deprived brain that made him stumble over and press against the wall, armed with a gun, to protect himself against the false footsteps as they came closer, closer. It was his mind that weaved the terrified visage of a newly deceased archangel throwing his hands up so that Sam wouldn’t shoot, whiskey-colored eyes opened wide.

Drowning With Grace

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 1456

TW: Drowning, Light description of blood, Death (not main character)

Summary: Sam and Dean find themselves chasing a hunt through an abandoned water park. Separated, Sam finds himself in a dire situation, only to have an unexpectedly familiar face pop up.

This was written for @sabrielevents Sabriel week! This is day 1: Hurt/Comfort. 

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19421629

Another hunt gone wrong. When did they ever go right?

Sam had found an article about a mysterious murder, which in itself is redundant, that had brought him and Dean here to an abandoned water park. A boy, just about to graduate, and his posse of friends had ignored the well-intentioned no trespassing signs and explored the ominous lot. Slimy moss ate at the sides of damp rope and once beautiful blue tide pools were green and thick with phosphates. It was an innocent venture of curiosity, vandalism never crossing the crews mind. Then the boy started coughing up bloody water and collapsed. No matter how hard they pumped his chest, more and more kept coming, until he finally stopped moving.

It didn’t take too much digging to find out the park was the site of an accidental murder. A boy had been drowned by his friends, who had been playing too rough and forgot to consider he was prone to asthmatic attacks. It didn’t help they kept pushing him under water. But just to be certain they had the right ghost, as drowning as an all too often occurrence, Sam and Dean decided to investigate the place and find him. With a lot of ground to cover, they took separate areas and promised to meet up in the middle or, if they got in trouble before that, yell for the other.

The problem with that plan was that Sam couldn’t yell. His lungs were filled with water.