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"A lot of people like lollipops. I don't like lollipops. To me, a lollipop is just hard candy plus garbage. I don't need a handle, just give me the candy." -Demitri Martin "... and you're sure you've never seen these men before?" Sam asked again, leaning forward on the couch of the second victim's house. He adjusted his tie; he'd been to the first girl's home already, and her parents had said the same thing: Two tall men, on foot, wandering the neighbourhood. This guy - the father - grabbed another tissue from the box in his lap. "It's like I said, Agent Watson," he managed, "One minute they're outside and she's with me, and the next thing

It´s been 2 months since Castiel fell and became human. It didn´t happen from a day to day. He was losing his Grace for some time and when the gates of Hell and Heaven were finally closed, Castiel fell. Dean was worried that once he fell completely and lost his Grace, Castiel would be shattered and devastated but it never came. Instead, Castiel was taking it patiently and with love and if he was being grumpy in the mornings that was understandable and adorable as Dean was kissing away the sleep from the ex-angel´s eyes every morning. Sam is still snorting when he remembers Dean blushing on the tips of his ears when he saw Castiel slowly wal

Loki rolled his eyes at the absolute ridiculous notion that he could be anything aside from amazing. The young man before him hesitated, and apparently decided that he wouldn't continue the conversation. After another long moment of silence, the man turned and walked away. Loki would take care of him later. Turning, the trickster shifted himself back to his current town of residence; he'd been looking for a new place to stay when he'd run into the rude fellow who had had the nerve to call him a Fool. Indeed. A Fool? He would not sell his talents; none could afford such greatness. Not even the highest of kings. He made his way to his curren

Sam and Dean Winchester sat in a diner in the middle of nowhere, Illinois. They were exhausted from a vamp job they had just finished, but not tired enough to go straight to a motel. They had to eat, you know? "Hey, I think I found another job," Dean said, peering down at a newspaper he had snatched from outside the diner. Sam let out a groan. "Dean, we just finished a job. Can't it wait 'til Friday?" he complained, voice rough from fatigue. The eldest Winchester rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Sam, you're getting too lazy!" "Lazy?! Right, says the one who sleeps in every morning and eats fat, greasy foods while I wake up early, take a jog, work