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"Come on Dean, you know that you're going to break that resolution in like, a day!" "No I won't! Are you questioning my mental restraint?" "Sam is right. Dean, you will not be able to go without at least five pieces of pie in a week." "Shut up, Cas!" Sam, Castiel and Dean were sitting in Bobby's living room. It was Christmas Day and Bobby was still asleep. Feeling bored, Sam had suggested that they make their New Year's Resolution lists. He almost regretted it now because Dean was trying to turn it into some sort of challenge, which it wasn't supposed to be at all. "Fine, I won't put it on my list," Dean grumbled. He crossed out the firs

Stefan was sitting quietly in the living room, reading a book when he heard something move. Instinctively, he got up quietly and prowled the house, searching for any signs of an intruder. Finding none, he returned to his book but he couldn't concentrate. He was unable to shake the feeling that he wasn't alone and after a hundred years, his instinct was usually accurate. Stefan got up and poured himself a glass of wine. Taking a sip, he turned around, coming face-to-face with a pretty, blonde woman. "Hi Stefan," she said, flashing him a warm smile. "Long time no see." "Lexi," Stefan said, a smile breaking across his face. "It's good to see

Flakes of snow fell gently to the ground on a cold December evening. It covered all of the rusty broken-down cars in a small junkyard in South Dakota but even that could do nothing to improve their general appearance. Next to the dump-site was a sturdy little house. The lights were on and two or three people could be seen moving around, flitting from room to room. In the living room a man in a baseball cap sat in a wheelchair, looking moody.  He downed a shot glass of whiskey and stared gloomily into the crackling fireplace. Someone else came into the room – a tall, young man with long brown hair that fell across his forehead. His brows

Katherine sat alone in the dark tomb. She felt a lot better since Elena had brought her some blood but she hadn't enjoyed giving her vital information in return for it. Katherine wasn't used to giving – she only took things without offering anything in return. She sighed, stretching her arms. It got boring, sitting there in the dark without anything to do or anyone to talk to. She eyed the journal Elena had brought her. What was the point in reading about her own past when every single memory was burned into her mind? Even so, she reached for it and flipped it over to the first page. It would at least pass the time. She skimmed over th