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[coffee_in_bed]

Recovering the Satellites
Supernatural
Sam-Dean (gen); R
1,323 words
A/N: Somehow, this bit of shameless self-indulgence is mcee's fault. With thanks to her for beta, and to cathybites and unholyglee for their excellent input along the way.

Comments

[onelittlesleep]

"Snack attack, motherfucker" is the most perfect. line. EVER.

I will have to use this one, hell yeah.

*trounces fic and bats it like yarn and wraps it like an afghan and is just tickled pink and sleeps with it, all shiny, under pillow*

[ink_stain]

mwee! that might just be the cutest feedback EVER.

[sdl_uncommon]

Mmmm, good times. Funny, sweet, pretty. *adds to memories* Much love.
B

[ink_stain]

thank you!

[tabaqui]

Ooh, lovely stuff.
He settles again and Dean closes his eyes, listening to Sam's breathing and the highway traffic, the sounds of home and the road, one blurring into the other.

Nice, very nice. I love the silliness of the being stoned, the brothers just hanging out and being brothers but...their life intrudes no matter what.

[ink_stain]

ain't that the truth, though? ♥

[phaballa]

This is so ridiculously cute. I love it. And their voices are so perfect, even stoned! Nicely done :)

[ink_stain]

whee, thank you! i NEVER write this much dialogue, so when i do i'm generally all a-flail about it. :)

[mel_b_angel]

"Snack attack, motherfucker" IS the most perfect line ever. That, and the age old fictional character A can kick fictional character B's butt argument, and the silly, paranoid, munchieness is all so funny and cute and giggly ... and yet, theres heart and regret and real life and yearning too ... and its a beautiful mix.

Nice work. :)

[ink_stain]

thanks so much! and you know, i bet they had that argument about a whole host of things, growing up. :)