Reccer's notes: Sam and Dean versus redcaps! This fic is an over-the-top and hilarious romp through the aftermath of a hunt gone mildly awry. Everyday hunter resourcefulness, lots and lots of brotherly banter and a side of wincest round out this rollicking slice-of-a-hunter's-life tale. [Short excerpt]
Strange, Dean thought. Here they were driving back to the motel, covered with mud and tree sex and both of their hands reeking of dead redcap, and all Dean could think about was finding something to snack on. Well, he had burned an awful lot of energy tonight, all that running and shit, and he'd had--what, a mini-mart burrito, a bag of Funyuns, and half a flat Jolt cola for dinner? Yeah, he probably just burned that off and needed something a little more substantial to cap off the day, that's all. The problem was going to be convincing Sam of that, though--he hated the whole idea of the fourth meal, he bitched about never sleeping well if he ate later than ten at night, he--
"Hey," Sam said suddenly. "Isn't there a Taco Bell up ahead? Can we, uh..."
Huh.
Basically I love everything ever by chaobell. She writes an amazeballs cracky Deanvoice and nails the friendly brotherly bickering, and she writes about some really fun hunter things and wacky curses and interesting OC's, while still having a great grip on the more serious emotional stuff when she chooses to write about it. Gen fic here (so worth reading), Wincest traditionally here but currently down; however, you kind find the other long ones (one funny, one serious) at her Sinful Desire page and everything including her short fic is accessible if you muck through her old journal. Try 2006-2008.