The Zombie Mash
Rating: R, Gen
Characters: Dean, Sammy, John
Word Count: 7,864
Disclaimer: The characters are sadly not mine. I’m just sticking pins into Winchesters for fun and angst. Sorry about the holes!
A/N: Belated birthday fic for the awesome, pinkphoenix1985 who had a yen for “pre-series teen!chesters, solo hunts, evil teachers, and ZOMBIES.” I think I ( Read more... )

Blood and Cupcakes - 2/2Rating: Gen, R, Death fic ( Read more... )

Blood and Cupcakes - 1/2Rating: Gen, R, Death fic ( Read more... )

Happy Hour
Rating: Gen, R, Het
Characters: OFC/John, OMC
Word Count: 1,974
Disclaimer: The characters are sadly not mine. I’m just sticking pins into Winchesters for fun and angst. Sorry about the holes!
A/N: Tiny external p.o.v ficlet, because we’ll all take John Winchester however we can get him. This broke free from Nighthawks. Margie’s strong- ( Read more... )

Blow
Rating: R, Gen
Characters: Sam, Plastic!Dean
Disclaimer: The characters are sadly not mine. I’m just sticking pins into Winchester dolls for the purposes of general amusement. Sorry about the holes! Wow. For once this statement is scarily apt.Word Count: 9,868 ( Read more... )

Because, tonight I am completely cracked, and tired, so instead of fic (*yawn*) I bring you comic!crack

( OK, Ma'am, which one stole your cookie? )

Some nights (when the possums are having a rare night out on the town) I just lay here quietly thinking about Dean. I debate the concept of whether he might be lying in some tacky motel somewhere aching after a hunt, dreaming about me. No? Come on. Don’t ruin a seer’s nighttime meditations. Even seers need a good solid fantasy life, otherwise how ( Read more... )

At night I also ponder deeply the questions of possums (think squirrels without the acorns and you’re partway there). Ah yes, those cute, fuzzy, feral critters who scamper playfully (and very loudly - think elephants with jackboots on) across my corrugated iron roof at night and then leap gaily into the palm trees, swinging exuberantly from frond ( Read more... )

There are many things I think about in the early hours of the morning (around 2am usually for those of you with seriously enquiring and equally disturbed minds).

I see Sam, on my ceiling ( burning ... burning ... burning... )

Dear Dr King,

Any relation? Because he totally sucks too!

Please stop calling my brother. It has been a year now since the unfortunate incident with that poor paperboy may he rot in hell. I hope he comes out of the coma soon.

As you know from the last time I talked to you after I managed to intercept your call, Dean made a fast recovery and was ( Read more... )