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A series of one-shot pre-series Winchester stories.
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Sometimes, even in the best laid plans of the Winchesters, Sam was vulnerable.
And Dean would allow all plans to go awry to change this.
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A simple salt and burn takes a turn when the spirit throws Sam into a tombstone. Teen Spirit 'verse.
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- Part 3 of Teen Spirit 'verse
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10 Oct 2025
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The things you say when drunk aren't wiped away in the morning by the slur in your voice from when you said them.
Sam has a nightmare, Dean is there, and John isn't (thank God). Dean's always been better at being nice to Sammy anyways. Pre-canon, Dean is 19 and Sam is 15. Title from House Song by Searows.
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07 Oct 2025
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Sam doesn't go to Stanford. Sam POV
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“You know, your mother died trying to save you. She’s dead because of you! The least you could do is stop being an ungrateful piece of shit and avenge her.”
Sam froze in his spot. His duffel bag slipped out of his grip and landed on the dirty motel carpet with a soft thud.
John won the big fight. But at what cost?
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06 Oct 2025
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I'll say it again. Demons I get, people are crazy.
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25 Sep 2025
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A hunt puts Dean and Sam on the track of what they think is a pack of werewolves. What they find is a much bigger problem than even they realise…
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“Yeah. Werewolves.”
“At any rate… it sounds like a hunt.”
“Yeah,” Dean sighed, reluctantly, “so where are we going?”
“Miami…” Sam began, and Dean let out a whoop of delight.
“Miami? Alright! Beaches, bikinis, and booze, here we come! Next time, Sammy, lead with that. ‘Bout time we got a break…”
“… Arizona,” Sam finished, dryly, “Miami, Arizona.”
Dean faltered, face falling, staring at his brother in dismay; “There’s a Miami in Arizona?”
“It’s an old copper mining town.”
“So… no beaches?”
“No.”
“No bikinis?”
“Probably not.”
Dean sighed; “Just booze, then.”
“And a sixteen-hour drive to get there,” Sam nodded, looking far too amused for Dean’s liking.
Dean sighed; “I’ll grab my stuff. Meet you at the car in ten.”
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18 Sep 2025