feliciakw -- I've been promising you that birthday fic since ... well, since your birthday.  You laid out your specs, and the Muse finally gave in.  So here you go, late but heartfelt.  And a little silly.  Because it's DEAN.

CHARACTERS:  Dean/Jamie
GENRE:  Het
RATING:  R?  Strong PG?  Language and sex.
SPOILERS:  Monster Movie
LENGTH:  2281 words

She makes him a ( Read more... )

You could have guessed this was coming, right?  Of course it was.  How could I *not* write something about Jump the Shark?

CHARACTERS:  John, Kate Milligan, Adam Milligan
GENRE:  Het
RATING:  PG
SPOILERS:  Jump the Shark
LENGTH:  2500 words (5 sections, 500 words each)
( Five Days )

I couldn't resist.  Could.  Not.  Resist.  This had "Dean" written all over it.  And yes, I bought one, because I had to know how it worked.

CHARACTERS:  Dean and Sam
GENRE:  Gen
RATING:  PG
SPOILERS:  None
LENGTH:  511 words

( Shopping )

I'm in the middle of another story, but this one suddenly popped up out of nowhere.  So ... here you go.

Characters:  Dean and Castiel
Genre:  Gen
Rating:  PG
Spoilers:  none (set early in S4)
Length:  781 words

Then he sinks back into his bothered silence, leaving Castiel to ponder him.  This has become somewhat routine with the two of them: the sitting ( Read more... )

It's  caffienekitty 's birthday, and that definitely deserves some fic -- because she's been there for me for aaaaaages now, to beta, to read, to offer advice.  Happy birthday, CK!  Hope you like this.

Sam can’t see his brother’s face; it’s hidden behind the mountain of snack food Dean holds balanced in his arms.  Popcorn, a couple of sodas, Twizzlers, Milk Duds ( Read more... )

Part 1 is here.

( If the Fates Allow (Christmas) -- Part 2 of 2 )

He looks off into the distance, even though there's nothing to see except a long stretch of white nothingness.  It takes him a while to meet her gaze.  "Because Dean believes he's damned no matter what he does.  He's not of much use to us if he's not interested in the outcome of all this; it'll make him lazy.  Careless."  He pauses for a moment, ( Read more... )

She's sitting in one of them, relaxed, smiling, like she's poolside on a day that's about fifty degrees warmer than this one.  She's wearing scuffed white sneakers, white socks, dark denim jeans, a thick red wooly sweater with three silver-dollar sized buttons running down the middle.  Her cheeks and the tip of her nose and the tops of her ears are ( Read more... )