Fusion-of-Fantasy

“Alright. Well I’m off to load the bags into the car. Sammy, you got the key?” You glanced up from shutting your recently acquired backpack to see Sam fumble through his jacket pocket before pulling out the motel key. “Got it. You go ahead and we’ll finish up here.” After watching the old motel door swing shut behind Dean, you subtly cast your gaze to the angel who had been watching you three in silence for the last few minutes as you all packed your bags and got ready to hit the road again. “So Cass…” The blue-eyed angel suddenly snapped his intense gaze up to your face and you brie

The cold wind from the open door nipped at your nose as you cheerfully pointed up at the small bundle of mistletoe adorning the entrance to the motel room. You watched as a warm blush began to spread across Sam’s already pink cheeks as you reach up on the very tips of your toes and planted a soft kiss on the side of his snow dusted face. The brothers had been out on a last minute food stop and you had managed to keep yourself busy until their return by decorating the motel with what little Christmas cheer you could scrounge up. It wasn’t much, but it was home and hearing their laughter as you watched them emerge from the Impala fr

“Let me get this straight… You both are hunters and, what, he is like your pet angel?” The one who had introduced himself to you as Dean, and was currently seated next to you on the bed, flashed you a grin. “That’s the way I like to see it.” “I’m not a companion animal…” The angel, who had been introduced as Castiel, stated solemnly. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dean roll his eyes. “And you all go hunting for things that go bump in the night?” The taller of the two brothers, Sam, gave a curt nod. “Basically, yeah.” You felt your body slump as

You awoke from your dark world with a start and felt your body instinctively clamber backwards. Soulless, black-eyed men and searing fires still haunted your memories and your head swum painfully as you tried to differentiate your nightmares from reality. Instinctively, you went to get up, but a painful yank of your right hand pulled you back and brought you swiftly to your senses. You looked over in confusion at your wrist and felt your mind falter as it tried to make sense of the item that was forcefully holding you down to an old motel bedpost. The light being cast by the lamppost outside your small, dust streaked window travelled past you

You shut the bathroom door before turning to walk towards the bed. As expected he was already sitting on the far edge corner, staring stiffly off into the distance. Your shower had been brief and the speed at which you got changed back into your clothes impressive. You always did look forward to this time of the day. Quietly you sat down next to him, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts, and found yourself wondered where his mind was or what he was possibly listening in to as you began to slowly dry your hair with one of the motel’s provided bath towels. After a few minutes of silence, you let out a huff of exasperation before flingi

You awoke with a start to the bleary, cheerful tone of your phone’s alarm. A loud groan escaped your lips as you dropped your throbbing head back onto the pillow with a thud. Pulling your arm out from under your warm covers, you proceeded to blindly fumble through the used tissues and the empty bottle of nasal spray until you felt your fingers brush the loud, vibrating, source of annoyance. With a heave you rolled onto your back and grimaced as the bright light from your phone’s screen washed over your face as you opened up a new text message. ‘Sorry guys, looks like Jensen’s team wins this one. I’m out.’