“God fucking damn it.” The grimy lace curtain crackled aside as Dean peered out the window. The Impala was just visible in the premature dusk of a driving rainfall and he snarled his displeasure at the grey, dismal view.

“Not letting up?”

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Sam’s hardly a virgin, but sex with Jess is a revelation. They’re a perfect match, it seems, Sam’s body slotting neatly into hers, Jess matching him movement for movement, her hands roaming his body enthusiastically as his caress her silky skin.   There’s no complicated maneuvering; she invites him into her bed willingly. It’s a refreshing change.

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Title: Good For What Ails You
Characters: Dean, Sam, various OCs
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A list of the drabbles I wrote for the people who gave me such fantastic prompts.  Got some gen in here, some wincest and some Alastair/Dean.  Thanks to everyone who played, you all are awesome!

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Dean got his quartet of drabbles last weekend, so this week it's Sam's turn.   First one's a look at Stanford era Sam and Jessica.  Second one's season one Sam and a canon bad guy.  Third one's I don't even know what:  I just had this view of a possible future Sam  The last one contains vague spoilers for the season seven finale...be warned.

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“Because we made a deal.  We picked out the project together, he got the stuff for it and I’m going to build it.  We’re partners.”

“Dean…”

“Please, Dad.  I’m already packed.  The weapons are cleaned and stowed.  Tomorrow I’ll make sure Sammy’s ready, I promise.  What kind of partner would I be if people couldn’t depend on me?”

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