It had been three days since he last heard Dean's voice, three days since there was any indication that there was a man still living inside his brothers body. On the fourth day, he spoke. One word uttered so softly he was afraid it had been an illusion. "Sammy." Featuring mute!Dean, guilty/worried/caring!Sam and a dose of brotherly schmoop. Tag to 9.13. Two-shot.
He was smashed, literally and figuratively. Getting drunk might not have solved his problems but it sure numbed the pain. A bit of Dean angst, post 9x12 and 9x13.
He stared at the orange canister lying innocently next to the bedpost, label exposed to the world. It may have had an alias written on the bottle, but there was no mistaking it. The pills were his brothers. "Citalopram? Dean these are-" "Anti-depressants, I know."
It burned when they left the parking lot. He just didn't know what hurt worse, his arm or his heart. Coda to 9.12, Sharp Teeth.
"If anyone's listening. Here goes. My name is Sam Winchester and I have no idea where to begin." There are some things that shouldn't be kept a secret. Castiel shows Dean exactly what Sam had confessed in the church. Features angsty!guilty!Sam, guilty!Dean and understanding!Cas.
The wall didn't look that hard. Of course, Dean knew his knuckles would disagree. But pain was one unhealthy coping mechanism he could handle.
It was cathartic, baking. Something Dean knew he could do without screwing up, unlike everything else in his life.
He saw the black cord sticking out of his brothers pocket and there was something so familiar about it that Sam just couldn't place. Reverse amulet fic, set post 9.15.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else." "Dude, it's no problem." She held out an arm, "Name's Charlie." He shook her outstretched hand, "Tucker." A short drabble inspired by an idea from sapphireswimming's 'Cave of Carbannog.'
"Figure skating, really?" "Yep, hockey doesn't start for another fifteen minutes!" Dean, Sam and Cas set down to watch some of the Sochi 2014 Olympics.