Slightly AU. Remember Sammy? Well, he doesnt exist in this story. Instead, we've got a fierce, flamboyant, fired up redhead named Rachel Winchester. Should be fun, and at least a little crazy... Enjoy!

Rated T for some language.

Chapter 2 IS UP! 

“Come on, big brother,” I said, packing jeans and dresses into my suitcase. “You’re wasting time.”

Dean wasn’t packing. He sat on his bed and watched me throw my life into a little box with wheels and didn’t say a word. I started getting a bad feeling in my stomach, but I didn’t pay much attention. Whatever. Dad would be back soon.

At least he said he would be home soon. There was no telling with Dad. A hunt could be shorter or longer than he’d expected, and he’d expect us sitting tight waiting for him to stumble in drunk so we can greet him like the good little soldiers we are. Well not anymore. I stuffed my pocketknife and lighter from my purse to my suitcase and back again. Then I considered not taking them at all. Then I put my lighter back in my purse and my pocketknife under a pile of socks in the suitcase. I’d feel naked without either of them.

Dean’s suitcase was open and empty. I zipped mine and marched to his drawers, throwing the contents in. Jeans. T-shirts. Jean jacket, green. Jean jacket, blue. Underwear. Socks. Bowie knife. I took time to wrap the knife in two pairs of socks so Dean would have a chance. Someone catches an eyeful of that the first day of college? Your chances of staying under the radar are over. EMF meter got another pair of socks around it. Then I burrowed it under a stack of underwear. It could pass for a walkman, but nobody has those anymore. No need to stick out on our first chance to fit in. I ignored the shifting in my stomach as Dean watched me silently. Whatever. Pre-college jitters.

“Anything else?” I asked. Dean shook his head mutely. I zipped up his suitcase and lined it up next to mine. Dean Winchester, Stanford. Rachel Winchester, Stanford. It felt pretty good. It felt awesome. We were getting away. Both of us. We were gonna be normal.

Just how did Dean manage to do what he did in the room? Bobby's been digging with results.

Spoilers for up to 5.18.

At 18 Dean got into an argument with John, gave up fulltime hunting and went to college, yet sometimes it is hard to escape what you really are.

Heaven and Hell come calling for Sam and Dean. Giving in to their destinies, a final battle begins.

A speculative fic to the end of season 5, will most likely be AU by the end of the season. Gen. H/C, angst and character death-sort of.

Silly season six 'premier' episode, if it went how us three nutters wanted it. Just a short bit of fun: no actual spoilers and certainly
no intent to take itself seriously. It's just Sam and Dean and making it right. That's all.

A single moment, a simple twist of fate, is all it takes to change the world. 

Kerrie Ann Reagan never imagined she'd find the demon that killed her mother twenty-three years ago. Her father had devoted his life to finding the creature and sending his evil butt back to hell. Now that he's dead, someone has to pick up where he left off. With the help of two hunters ( gee, who could they be?) she finally finds the demon and sends him back to where he came from.

(The similarity between Dean, Sam and Kerrie is intentional, but I own nothing-it all belongs to the genius behind the Supernatural series that we love so much.)

“If you could fix me on the outside, why didn’t you fix me on the inside?” Dean fought back the tears again. “Why didn’t you just let me forget. Why did you let me remember?”

Everyone has their breaking point - has Dean finally reached his?

Spoilers: Character from S4, up to 4.16 at the moment. Will let you know if that changes but it shouldn't.

Disclaimer: It all belongs to Mr Krikpe and the CW.

What happened after the Impala was T-Boned at the end of season 1. 

AU - The beginnings of my little warverse. (For any of you who've read it on ffn thank you!) And yes, though the warverse has been completed, I'm still working on other fics. 

It's in a bastardized screenplay format. 

Please be kind. 

Thanks. 

sifi

With season five vanquished, three characters contemplate how they will spend season six. NO SPOILERS, just wishful thinking on my part. Cookies if you recognise the lyrics in which they're speaking by the sixth line.