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Dean discovers his old amulet in Sam's bag. Sort-of Christmas fic.
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21 Feb 2026
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Death, as any salesman will tell you, is the process by which the existential dust that all people and animals and plants and some lakes are made out of finally ceases the energetic process of expending itself. Death is when the machinery of being gives up the ghost, so to speak. Death is not the primal dumpster of slavery (to quote Patricia Williams) nor the spectral something-ness of the disappeared (to paraphrase Avery Gordon).
Death is a yielding love letter to the stars. Put another way: Death is un-American.
or: Sam drives out to Seattle. It takes him a year to get back.
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17 Jan 2026
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Comets, Stars, Haunted Houses, and Other Things Best Observed from a Hundred Million Miles Away by occasionally_always
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
22 Jun 2022
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See also: violent deaths; apologies; lightning.
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Something happened in the panic room. Something went wrong.
Dean finds out six years later.
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15 Jan 2026
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Come evening, once everyone else has retired for the night and the bunker has turned still and calm, Sam finds himself laying salt in the doorways. Taking stock of the weapons in the trunk of the Impala. Touching up the various wardings they have hidden around, too.
This, he’s aware as he’s doing it, isn’t normal behaviour.
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11 Jan 2026
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Sometimes you wonder where you are. Not, like, geographically. It’s not hard to look out the window and guess. You pass highway signs and road markers. You know that you’re somewhere on the East Coast, that you passed Pennsylvania a while back, that the hot air outside the car smells like dry grass and cows as you drive by.
You know the route you’re driving will eventually take you past the coast, the smell of salt air and nothing but aching blue as far as the eye can see.
It's kind of a ghost story.
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23 Nov 2025