Once upon a time I promised a bad quality fic to everyone who reblogged a post on tumblr. On the advent of 210K reblogs of that post, I have promised in turn a 210K word fic of the poorest quality I can manage. So here it is. I can promise ducks, long rants about architecture, and Kevin Tran falling in love with a Dalek. Nothing has been edited. Everything is bad. Good luck.

"It never really worked. And I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother."

So just what have Bruce and Tony been doing since we saw them last? Depends who you ask. The majority of people would describe it as 'a PR nightmare'.

In short, Sam doesn't die completing the trials (and thus completes them), which leaves a rather human Crowley left at a rather loose end. Naturally, for anyone left with some spare time and a newfound humanity, the response that should inevitably follow is going on holiday and getting absolutely plastered.

Rebuilding Heaven does not mean rewriting its history. Now they have learnt this, they must put it into practice.

He keeps telling himself he hasn't changed. He keeps coming back and every time tells himself it will be the last. He watches his son with tears in his eyes and refuses to admit he is different for it.

In the weeks following the events in Washington D.C, Steve returns to his old routine as he begins to build up strength for his search for Bucky. But in the still of an early summer morning, Steve is reminded how his search will not be undertaken alone.

Dean dies once more, but this time there is no angel to raise him from his torture, no salvation to lift him from the darkness. So he succumbs. And when he is finally brought back, he is not who he was. For what could break the Righteous Man but becoming that which he most despises?

When a soul crosses the veil once and then returns to live again, Death would assume a Winchester. When a soul crosses the veil half a dozen times and returns to live again, Death would assume someone is spiking his soda.

For a school that deals with the breaking apart of the laws of physics, their inability to use normal pens escapes her. She supposes it couldn't hurt to make a little money out of introducing some normality to the place.