Jensen leaned way back at the bottom of the pocket, angling his cell-phone up at the top of the pocket. A miniature flash lit up the pocket for a fleeting moment, capturing the view of the fabric walls arcing up over his head. It was out of pure habit that he pulled up Jared's number and opened up the long line of text messages between them.
Pocket travel. Not a great view, he typed in.
Incredibly, the microscopic phone was able to hold a decent signal. The text message sent with no problem whatsoever. Slipping the iPhone back into his jeans pocket, Jensen pulled himself to his feet, stretching up to pull the buttonhole down to his eye leve
The Comeback Kid
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The Comeback Kid || Chapter Seventeen (END)
Dean blearily cracked his eyes open. The world was sideways and glimmering with red flashes on the wall and carpet... But it was normal. Normal! A huge knot evaporated from his gut, the relief hitting him like a tidal wave. He watched Jensen untangled himself from Jared on the other side of the crystal ball. It was surreal as ever, but a comfort. It was like a mirror image confirmation that he was really six foot one again. With him and Jensen restored, everything was the way it started.
Everyone was fixed.
Now the imp's true size was evident: no more than three inches tall, she was plastered to the outside of the radiating crystal, arms an
Tiny Sam
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Meirleach || TEN
A tense silence rushed through the crowd immediately. All eyes turned to Sam, including Royce’s surprised gaze. He eyed the man from the stage, trying to remember if he had ever seen him at any of the other auctions before. He hadn’t. And he never forgot a face.
“All of them?” Royce inquired, attempting to keep a neutral expression despite the tremendous bid. All eight girls, for ten million. That was more than he’d anticipated.
“Well, that one’s sold already,” the original winner hissed, getting to his feet as well and glaring daggers at Sam.
Sam held his ground, keeping a stony expression d
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Every Breath You Take | Ch.1
Whoever said women were needy had never met Claire Streigal's ex-boyfriends. While she wasn't bad-looking by any stretch of the imagination, it seemed she was doomed to attract the most dependent, clingy men ever to walk the face of the earth. The frustration built and built, to the point where she was ready to give online dating a go. As expected, most who approached her were lonely guys brimming with pent-up sexual frustration.
But then he messaged her. Henry Abels. He was handsome, well-adjusted, and had a respectable job at a small local travel agency. Not exactly the man of her dreams, but close enough that Claire agreed to meet in-pers
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Unintentional || Ten
Dean sat across from Sandra Keller in the dining room of her sister's house. She believed him to be an FBI agent investigating the murder, so neither put up any protest to the series of questions he put them up to.
"I wasn't with him when it happened. We were talking on the phone... He started saying some weird things before the signal broke up."
"Weird?" Dean pressed.
"Yeah... He sounded scared, and he was looking for something. He kept saying 'where did I put it'."
"Any idea what he was looking for?"
Sandra shrugged her shoulders, looking up from her lap. "Steven had a lot of nice things. But the police said nothing was taken." She sta
Meirleach || TWELVE (final) by Obsess-Confess, literature
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Meirleach || TWELVE (final)
Sam steeled himself as much as the others did as he finally was free to approach them. Even though the desk came up to his waist, he easily towered over the tiny people. His mouth ran dry at the sight of everyone craning their necks just to try and look him in the eye.
"First things first," Sam unlatched the next box. The neat row had been scattered by the druid's careless hands. His heart went out to the victims still locked inside. Pulling the lid open, Sam reached inside... Then hesitated, mere inches from contact. It was nearly impossible to be causal about handling something so insanely delicate. Especially when he was treated like he w
The bottom of the box wasn’t as unforgiving as Jo had feared, but the impact still left her gasping. She sat up and rubbed her aching ribs. Getting grabbed and tossed around like a rag doll was beginning to be too much. She glared upward, listening to the druid’s thudding footsteps trail away from the room.
Light filtered from the ceiling through breathing holes, providing dim visibility to the soft fuzz of velvet covered the floor and walls within the box. Jo looked over at where Dean had landed, not far from her. She whipped her head back when she became aware of heavy breathing somewhere behind her. A woman with curly black ha
A tense silence rushed through the crowd immediately. All eyes turned to Sam, including Royce’s surprised gaze. He eyed the man from the stage, trying to remember if he had ever seen him at any of the other auctions before. He hadn’t. And he never forgot a face.
“All of them?” Royce inquired, attempting to keep a neutral expression despite the tremendous bid. All eight girls, for ten million. That was more than he’d anticipated.
“Well, that one’s sold already,” the original winner hissed, getting to his feet as well and glaring daggers at Sam.
Sam held his ground, keeping a stony expression d
In the reflection of the impala's glossy exterior, Sam ran his hand back through his hair. A few unruly locks kept wanting to hang in front of his eyes, but he swept them back. He hardly looked like a hunter, wearing half his fed suit. The sports jacket was slung over his arm, a tentative addition.
"You look like a million bucks, Sammy." Dean said with a smirk, lazily reclining in the driver's seat. He looked so damn pleased; eternally grateful that for once, Sam just had to wear the monkey suit.
Sam gave him a look, but broke into a tense chuckle all the same. "Hopefully I look like several million. I doubt biddings are gonna be cheap."
"
Sam looked at his watch, dismayed to see that Anders was now ten minutes late. Not a deal breaker, necessarily. But if the guy ran much later, Sam was tempted to find another place for Jo. At the thought of their tiny friend, he swallowed self-consciously and turned his chin to his chest, eyeing up the lower pocket of his brown canvas jacket.
"Jo, how are you doing in there?" Sam asked.
Dean stopped surveying the slow stream of traffic across the lot and looked down at Sam's pocket. They were leaned up outside the impala, parked in the shadow of a convenience store on the outskirts of Klamath Falls. Mountains rose above the mist of another
Carissa awoke slowly, the sound of scissors snipping away at something gradually easing through to her consciousness. Her curly black hair was more of a mess than usual, she could feel that by the way it kept sticking to her cheek as she rolled over.
Her blue eye snapped wide open when she realized she was bound in place. A distorted view greeted her: a dim, romantically lit workspace. She was laid out on a long polished wood floor of some sort... One that seemed to be made of one sold slab. She was held down by what looked like an oversized strip of duct tape, lovingly tucked in tightly under her arms and thighs.
All struggles went still w
No matter how hard Jo tried to relax, sleep wouldn’t come. She had managed to manipulate the top layer of the folded pillow case to make a blanket for herself and kicked off her boots, but her mind stayed perfectly alert. The boys seemed to have no trouble drifting off--or so it seemed at first.
Beyond the nightstand, a bed creaked. She cringed at the sound of weight shifting, thinking Dean was simply turning over in his sleep. But the creaking came again, and it wasn’t long before something became very apparent to her. Jo sat up, listening closely. She could hear Sam breathing deeply, normally. Dean, not so much. His breaths cam
Jo paced near the edge of the table, her footsteps tapping almost inaudibly against the wood. She had a newfound appreciation for independent mobility and not having to worry about being tossed around in a car. At least she’d managed to stay dry above her shoes for the most part during her ordeal. She was high-strung enough without being cold and wet.
“I put a bullet in his shoulder,” she told Sam, taking the opportunity to speak before he could start tapping away at his laptop keys again. “I dunno how long that’ll keep him occupied, if at all. Who knows, maybe he’ll be right back at it again tomorrow nigh
Sam was a bit breathless, having run two blocks and jogged the last half mile to join Dean. The chilly rain was merely convenient refreshment for him. He spotted the impala out front immediately, and knew Dean must still be infatuated, searching the place up and down for leads on their shaman kidnapper.
He slowed to a trot and slipped a hand to the reassuring weight of the handgun tucked into his jeans. As he reached for the door handle, a shadow shifted around the back of the building. Sam stepped back. Something was lurking back by the dumpster- he could see its head just over the top of the hill of bagged beer bottles.
Sam crept closer,