Wayward-Children

Destiny is a weird thing. It’s supposed to be an impartial force, objective, impersonal, unchangeable. Something that not even the Fates themselves, as mere servants of an already written story, can interfere with. Something set in stone by a being who stands above all the rest of creations, oldest than Time itself, oldest than space as we conceive it. And yet, when you find out that this being isn’t as omnipotent and unblemished as they should be, the question becomes inevitable. Can Destiny be flawless, untouchable, immutable if its Creator is not? Can Perfection originate from Imperfection? The most logical answer would be that

Better off as we Are Chapter 1 "Dude, you're kidding right?" Sam asked, his eyes darting from the rundown factory in front of him to the man sitting behind the wheel of the car beside him. "That place is huge; we're never going to find it." Dean put the shifter in park and pulled the keys from the ignition. "It's a friggen Djinn, Sam. It can't vanish into thin air and it can't go through walls. We’ve dealt with these things before, there's only so many places it can hide. Besides, Jody’s been trailing it for days and she’s almost positive that it's in there." "Almost positive?" Sam replied under his breath as he pulled hi

Castiel stared at the landscape running before his eyes through the car window. By the driver seat Shane was telling him about a particularly fun hunt that had kept she and Richard busy a couple of years before, but he wasn’t really listening. His thoughts were elsewhere, occupied by an odd feeling he couldn’t work out and that made him restless. He wondered if it was some kind of foreboding, a warning that his fading Grace was trying to send him. It could have been, but he hadn’t been able to interpret those signals for some time by now, so it was impossible for him to grasp its real meaning. “Cas? Are you alright?&#

The dark quietness of her apartment greeted Charlie as she crossed the threshold, letting her rack sack fall on the floor near the door. The young woman sighed deeply as she walked along the corridor towards the living room. She was dead tired and she couldn’t wait to slip under her sheets and sleep for a whole night. After the battle, the boys had drove her back to the motel and then the following day they had given her a ride back to Hot Springs, where she had taken the bus that would have brought her to the nearest airport. The trip had been quite long and, when she had finally arrived in Chicago, she almost couldn’t believe t

If she survived that folly, Charlie decided that she would have to rethink her idea of “nervousness”. The restlessness she was experiencing now, standing before a weird seal drawn on the floor and holding a paper with an ancient Greek spell written on it, made all the other times she had felt tensed look like happy moments. She cursed Crowley for having thrown her in that world of monsters, herself for having been so careless, the Ker for having chosen her and not someone else, her three companions for having persuaded her to do this, and God just because she now knew that he existed. She was aware that her angry thoughts wouldn&#

When his feet touched the ground once again, Castiel found himself in a thick wood. The old trunks towered him, rising to cover the sky with their luxuriant foliage. He knew that he was still in the country that the humans now called United States, but he hadn’t been paying attention while he was flying and so he couldn’t have named the part of it where he was now. If he had concentrated hard enough he could have found out in a few moments, but he was still weak from his last fight and he had been flying without a break for more than a day. He needed to save his energies, just in case he chanced upon a group of Raphael’s fol

Castiel stumbled back, feeling his limbs trembling under the efforts he was imposing to his wounded body. There was blood running down his cheeks and dripping into his eyes and the hole in his left arm burnt like hellfire. His powers were too weak to heal his limbs rapidly and efficiently as they used to do and the fact was affecting him more than he had expected. He was trying hard to force himself to focus on his current situation, to ignore the wounds and the weakness caused by the blood loss, but his sight kept getting blurry. He had experienced pain during battles before, but it had never lasted long enough to allow him to feel it for r

Please, read the notes first! ---------------------------- Charlie closed her eyes, focusing on the cool air that ran quickly over her. Not being able to feel the weight of her body was a very strange sensation. She absent-mindedly wondered if that was what birds experienced while flying. Birds and angels, she mentally corrected herself. Maybe even demons. She didn’t know if they could actually fly. Maybe she should ask Crowley the next time she saw him. If there would be a next time. After all she was falling off one of the highest bridges she had ever seen. Suddenly that awareness hit her, hard and cold, waking her mind from the numb

Dean drove for a long time, hours maybe, but he couldn’t have stated it without any doubts. He was paying little attention to where he was going, his mind occupied only by an angry feeling and the sense of loss. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything he and Castiel had faced together during the years of their friendship and, especially, he couldn’t chase away the images of when the angel had broken the wall in Sam’s mind, revealing his betrayal. Something had shattered into pieces inside him too in that moment, something precious and already cracked, and he wasn’t sure that he would ever get it back. The mem

Please, read the notes first! ---------------------------- Sam shut his laptop with a sigh and leant back against the chair, stretching his numb limbs. Sometimes being so tall was uncomfortable. The tables were always a bit too short for him and so was any kind of seat. And at times even the beds, especially the ones of cheap motel rooms. With a sigh, he glanced again at the clock and then at his brother who was busy cleaning their arsenal on one of the beds. Gabriel had left as soon as they had reached the room, saying that he needed to wander off for some business, adding that he would meet them later at the diner for dinner. The younger