I look at my son. He smiles at me and asks for a story. Then I tell him the story of his smile.

There's nothing quite like shiny American Muscle.

"You smiled faintly and thought about the strange story of the Winchester Whore, and that maybe she wasn't a whore after all." AU Oneshot. Sam/OC/Dean, but NOT threesome. Can be viewed as Reader-centric if you so please.

Seamus sits at a bar and thinks about love. Maybe he'll find it right under his nose...

A low moan. A gasp. A muffled cry. A secret love.

She always slept the same way. This time, she would sleep forever. This time, she was dead.