To this day I can still recall the feel of the cool leather against my cheek, the rough stitching of the patches beneath my fingers and the heavy smell of cigarettes filling my nose.

Still grieving from Mary's death and learning to be hunter, The hunt John is on goes wrong and he is saved by an surprise ally who helps him come to terms with the night of the fire...

Being part of the club was like nothing I had ever experienced It was exhilarating and addicting, It gave me this rush that nothing else ever could. There was also closeness of brotherhood I had discovered in the army that I found ran strong through the MC. It was like a missing puzzle piece clicking in, I was finally Home.

I can still remember the last time I saw Dean. I had been living in New York for only a few months then. I remember that January night like the worn pages of my favorite novel. NOT A DEATHFIC Implied Destiel

Summary: In Jess's defense she didn't know the green eyed peeping tom was Sam's brother. It had taken six months for Sam to admit he even had a brother anyway She had been going to find a way to meet this mysterious brother….but knocking him out cold on the kitchen floor probably wasn't the best first impression either. STANFORD DAYS Drabble Set During Boys & Cars #FirstFanfic