( Miracles Don't Exist )

Title: Empty Space
Rating: Teen
Genre: Crossover
Pairings: SPN - Gen, possible hints of Dean/Cas.BH - Annie/Mitchell, George/Nina.
Summary: Sam and Dean are investigating mysterious deaths. Dean takes a break in a diner. Across the room, a handsome Irishman is talking to the empty space across the table ( Read more... )

Title: My Innermost Self is not a Hugger
Genre: Gen, humour
Rating: G
Summary: People's clothes are spontaneously changing into items they've worn in the past. What sort of curse is this?

For prompt from an old comment fic meme at spn_bigpretzel    where someone wanted a return of Dean's 'I Wuv Hugs' shirt and Sam's purple dog shirt.

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Title: Make Someone Smile
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes a good mattress can make all the difference in someone's life. Sometimes just seeing someone smile can make everything worthwhile. Outsider POV.

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Title: I'm Yours
Genre: Humour/crack
Pairing: Impala/Dean
Rating: G
Summary: For the prompt: The Impala comes to life, although remains as a car. Are her feelings the same as Dean's are for her? How uncomfortable is Sam going to be made to feel?  prompter:
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Title: Isn't It Something
Genre: angst
Rating: PG13 (mourning, depression)
Pairing: Gen or Dean/Cas depending on your goggles
Word count: 335
Summary: Post 7.02. Sam realises why Dean's being such a dick.

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Recipient:just_ruth
Author:sameuspegasus
Artist:forhimxx
Title: Up to the Old Inn Door
Summary: There's something strange about the stables at the Moonlight Inn. And who are these mysterious young men?
Characters/Pairings: Gen, outsider POV
Rating: G
Wordcount:4694
( Up to the Old Inn Door )

Sam was looking at Dean. Dean could feel his eyes on the side of his face, shrewd and calculating. He could practically hear his brother’s mind whirring. He kept his own eyes studiously on the bright screen of the unusually new television in the Hollywood-themed motel room. Scooting backwards on his bed until his back was to the wall, he struck a ( Read more... )

Dean looked at the building and groaned. “Really, Sammy? A Bed and Breakfast?”

Sam was already unfolding himself from the driver’s seat. “Yes, a Bed and Breakfast, Dean. In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re in the middle of nowhere. We’re both tired, and I am damned if I’m sleeping in the car again. Now are you coming in while I ask about rooms?”

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Dean keeps apologising. Lisa doesn’t know why, because in that infuriating way of his, he won’t tell her. He just goes on one of his guilt trips and says she shouldn’t have to deal with this and he should never have taken advantage of her goodwill and she shouldn’t feel obliged to look after him.

“I’m just gonna go away for a while,” he says, ( Read more... )