Yeah. Nothing to do here. And one more hour to go.
Contrary by indysaur (John/Mary)
The rating says NC-17, but this is not porn: this is gorgeous post-4.03 insight into what it's like to live with someone you love who has a secret. The love John has for his wife and his family is so plainspoken and palpable. The more you find out about the Winchesters, the more your heart just aches for the raps life's dealt them.
His name is John Winchester. This is his wife. This is his home. Look, he wants to say. Look at my life.
Ghost Repeater by femmenerd (genderswap)
I'm a sucker for genderswap fics. Heck, I'm a sucker for 'swap fics of all varieties. This one is sharp as sucking on a cut finger. Which is a weird characterization, I know, but just go with me on this.
The third one-well, Dee stopped counting after the third one. She had a runt sister to take care of after all. Fun was fun but she couldn’t get too caught up.
Floorboard Blues by whereupon (Sam/OFC)
Oh, S1. This has this strange, gorgeous, mythic feeling that I can't quite pin down, but I love the language and the atmosphere: it's so spare and fitting.
Like I'm gonna let you go by yourself, all college-soft and easy picking for fuckin' anything, he said later, skin and jacket freshly stitched, sunset slanting red and vibrant through the window. Sam smacked him and he winced, held it just long enough for Sam to almost worry, and then grinned.
All Thoughts Could Be Used Against You by antoine_baros
Post-3.16. Sam is a quiet mess. Fantastic portrait of just how ravaged his life is, and how his anger and sorrow bleeds into everything else.
Dean was one of those kids who, whatever happened in the day, when the somber shape of his cowboy daddy appeared at the gates of the playground, threw his lunch box away, ran into his arms, and turned around to stick his tongue at the entire world.
Don't Try to Fight Our Chicago Luck by estei
4.07 coda. About angels and guilt and blood and brotherhood.
“Don’t touch him,” Dean says, a shudder running through his body as Castiel continues to thread his fingertips through Sam’s hair. “Please,” he wets his lips. “Don’t hurt him.”
Two Kinds of Light by eighth_horizon
Futurefic. The most -- wonderful, snarky, beautiful, awesome, battle-between-Heaven-and-Hell ending the series could have. Gorgeous moments and fantastic banter and a wonderful interaction (dare I call it a relationship, for fear of being misread?) between Castiel and Dean. [ comment here]
“Do we need to hug? Because you’re getting that whole ‘I’m an angel of the Lord who needs a hug’ look.”
Dark Angel: Tricks and Treats by redrikki
Post-series, from a prompt that I put out (whee!) for da_halloween. Alec is pulling a robbery at a crowded masquerade. Joshua is the diversion. It goes better than you'd expect. Lovely Joshua-voice, and some great cameo appearances -- plus an OMC with a truly fantastic name.
Joshua smiled gamely back. He didn’t know about transcendence. Joshua knew about paint and emotion, but if Mathers wanted to pay for metaphors Joshua wasn’t gonna complain.
The rating says NC-17, but this is not porn: this is gorgeous post-4.03 insight into what it's like to live with someone you love who has a secret. The love John has for his wife and his family is so plainspoken and palpable. The more you find out about the Winchesters, the more your heart just aches for the raps life's dealt them.
His name is John Winchester. This is his wife. This is his home. Look, he wants to say. Look at my life.
Ghost Repeater by femmenerd (genderswap)
I'm a sucker for genderswap fics. Heck, I'm a sucker for 'swap fics of all varieties. This one is sharp as sucking on a cut finger. Which is a weird characterization, I know, but just go with me on this.
The third one-well, Dee stopped counting after the third one. She had a runt sister to take care of after all. Fun was fun but she couldn’t get too caught up.
Floorboard Blues by whereupon (Sam/OFC)
Oh, S1. This has this strange, gorgeous, mythic feeling that I can't quite pin down, but I love the language and the atmosphere: it's so spare and fitting.
Like I'm gonna let you go by yourself, all college-soft and easy picking for fuckin' anything, he said later, skin and jacket freshly stitched, sunset slanting red and vibrant through the window. Sam smacked him and he winced, held it just long enough for Sam to almost worry, and then grinned.
All Thoughts Could Be Used Against You by antoine_baros
Post-3.16. Sam is a quiet mess. Fantastic portrait of just how ravaged his life is, and how his anger and sorrow bleeds into everything else.
Dean was one of those kids who, whatever happened in the day, when the somber shape of his cowboy daddy appeared at the gates of the playground, threw his lunch box away, ran into his arms, and turned around to stick his tongue at the entire world.
Don't Try to Fight Our Chicago Luck by estei
4.07 coda. About angels and guilt and blood and brotherhood.
“Don’t touch him,” Dean says, a shudder running through his body as Castiel continues to thread his fingertips through Sam’s hair. “Please,” he wets his lips. “Don’t hurt him.”
Two Kinds of Light by eighth_horizon
Futurefic. The most -- wonderful, snarky, beautiful, awesome, battle-between-Heaven-and-Hell ending the series could have. Gorgeous moments and fantastic banter and a wonderful interaction (dare I call it a relationship, for fear of being misread?) between Castiel and Dean. [ comment here]
“Do we need to hug? Because you’re getting that whole ‘I’m an angel of the Lord who needs a hug’ look.”
Dark Angel: Tricks and Treats by redrikki
Post-series, from a prompt that I put out (whee!) for da_halloween. Alec is pulling a robbery at a crowded masquerade. Joshua is the diversion. It goes better than you'd expect. Lovely Joshua-voice, and some great cameo appearances -- plus an OMC with a truly fantastic name.
Joshua smiled gamely back. He didn’t know about transcendence. Joshua knew about paint and emotion, but if Mathers wanted to pay for metaphors Joshua wasn’t gonna complain.