So here's just a quick, teeny oneshot as a gift for nailpolishfiend , who told me to go listen to the song The Wallet by Regina Spektor. She told me that she imagined it as a good fanfiction song, which it totally is. So, yeah. Here you go. Just a reminder, this fic is loosely based on the song. Also, if you haven't heard it yet, I would recommend listening to it ( Read more... )

Jensen’s in the living room when it happens.

He’s just lounging on the sofa, watching the game and taking a sip of his beer, when he feels something on his other hand, which is resting over the top of the couch. At first he just assumes it’s Harley or Sadie sniffing at him, before he realizes that a) neither of those monsters could get to the top of ( Read more... )