For violet_eyes' prompt "Sunday morning" at silverbullets. Cut text from the Maroon 5 song. Unbeta'd and unameripicked.

Never a wasted moment
(SamandDean genfic, pg, 1200 words)

( Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning )

Oh my god, it's fic. Non-au J2 angst-schmoop.

Take me off this ship that is sinking
(J2, pg-13, 4600 words)
Jensen has moved out. Jared is sad.
I'm really grateful to chash and giandujakiss for making this postable. ♥ ♥ ♥ All remaining mistakes are my own.

( Oh god, it's schmoop, but at least I wrote it. )

This is for lazy_daze, because I hate her and because she's writing me something too incredibly awesome - and wrong - for words. Title from Snow Patrol.

These accidents of faith and nature
( 700 words of non-AU J2 schmoop )

Schmoop, because a girl can't write angsty horror for ever. Also, because when you start to feel that humanity - as a whole - is damn disappointing, schmoop is the best way not to start headdesking. Unbeta'd.

Oh, it is love
(Sam/Dean, 1202 words, pg-13ish?)

( In the time it takes for Sam to roll over and burrow his head deeper under Dean's arm, lips brushing the soft skin of Dean's side in a butterfly kiss, Dean goes from mostly asleep to completely freaking out. )

(Strange what one comes up with when one doesn't work at work. Title is, of course, from the song by Beth Orton.)

Precious Maybe
(gen-fic with hints of Sam/Dean and meta, 716 words, G, warning for the potential to make you sick of the word 'maybe', tiny spoiler for AHBL)
There are millions of maybes, but only one real certainty.

( This is a story about Sam and Dean )