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  • Home,and Other Unstable Matters

    By Let me rule • Updated: 14 May 2015 • Published: 9 May 2014 • 3 Chapters • 3,195 words • 0 followers • Family/Hurt-Comfort • Rating: T • In Progress

    At 15,Sam's hurt on a hunt for the first time,Dean's trying not to take it personally that John's disappeared on them,and Bobby's pissed. TW:language

  • Stop

    By Let me rule • Updated: 27 Jan 2015 • Published: 27 Jan 2015 • 425 words • 0 followers • Angst/Hurt-Comfort • Rating: T • Completed

    It used to be strangers. People he had never met. But now? He had nearly killed Charlie. This was a new low. Coda to 10.11 There's No Place like Home (TW:Language)

  • Soldier's Lament

    By Let me rule • Updated: 24 Dec 2014 • Published: 24 Dec 2014 • 2 Chapters • 377 words • 0 followers • Angst/Hurt-Comfort • Rating: K+ • In Progress

    There is no time in hell. Years are milliseconds and minutes are millennia. He'd know. He'd spent years-well,no he'd spent what felt like years, trying to measure time. It never worked.

  • Blood on My Name

    By Let me rule • Updated: 2 Aug 2014 • Published: 2 Aug 2014 • 232 words • 0 followers • Drama/Angst • Rating: K+ • In Progress

    "Go ahead." The remnants of his brother's face twisted into a terrifying smile, eyes trickling black until the lively green was washed out. Post s9 finale one shot, based within the clip of s10.

  • Cause of Life

    By Let me rule • Updated: 13 Jun 2014 • Published: 13 Jun 2014 • 202 words • 0 followers • Angst • Rating: K • In Progress

    His entire life, Dean Winchester has had one purpose. Oneshot post Swan Song.

  • Green Eyes

    By Let me rule • Updated: 24 May 2014 • Published: 23 May 2014 • 2 Chapters • 505 words • 0 followers • Angst • Rating: K+ • In Progress

    His brow furrowed, his lip jutting, his eyes...black. Sam's stomach twisted. As he swallowed the lump in his throat, Dean turned towards him. Even as he faced Sam, his eyes returned to their normal green. Post finale.

  • The Song Remains the Same

    By Let me rule • Updated: 21 May 2014 • Published: 21 May 2014 • 685 words • 0 followers • Angst • Rating: T • Completed

    "I'm proud of us." You say. You with blood dripping from your mouth, eye swollen shut,with your laboured breathing and delirium. "Dean." You don't respond. Your blood is seeping into my clothes, I'm holding you, suddenly within one of a hundred Tuesdays. Except I'm not.