Welcome to Common Grounds, a small coffeehouse in Peoria. And you are never going to believe the incredible specimen of sex on legs that just walked in.

Sam found a way to get rid of them for almost a month at a time, a spell that lasted until the first night of the full moon.

"Yeah, you boys nailed that trickster real good," Bobby said, dry as dust.

Written for electricalgwen who graciously donated money to help_haiti in exchange for this story. Her prompt boiled down to, "Construction-worker!Jared, his buddies are always talking about and whistling at the gorgeous, stacked redhead who walks by the site every day, but he's more interested in the really hot guy... " And that is only part of this story.

Sam takes a vow of silence in order to pull Dean out of Hell, but by the time Dean comes back, Sam's lost more of himself than just his voice.

In which Adam is a struggling singer and Misha is an eccentric artist, and somehow it all just works.

Dean keeps insisting Castiel do things that humans do; sometimes Castiel is grateful for this, and sometimes...not so much.

"She thinks she's seen everything, done everything, with Dean."

“Chuck,” Becky said, slowly and carefully and very, very seriously. “I think someone is trying to communicate with us through the fanfic.”