"G-get out and leave me alone," Willie said again. "I can take care of m-myself." The last thing he wanted were the vampire's hands, those cold, deft hands that knew so much, to be touching him. One of those hands became a tight clenched fist.

"Go ahead and hit me," said Willie, feeling a blaze ignite inside. "It'll make you feel better, and I ( Read more... )

And it wouldn't matter if in the end she did accept it and take the gift home with her. Barnabas' evening had been ruined. Not only had the spell cast by the books he'd been reading been broken, but his thoughts of Victoria Winters and her pleasure in his gift to her had been dashed to pieces. And there was, in the vampire's mind, only one person ( Read more... )

 
Title: The Price
Author: Lovesrain44
Genre/Rating: Slash/R
Pairing: Willie/Barnabas
Word Count: 16,193
Fandom: Dark Shadows
Verse: Splinter Verse (#2)
Summary: Willie's come back from fetching something Barnabas wants to give to Victoria Winters. Alas, not only does the present get dropped (Barnabas blames Willie, of course), but Willie says too much ( Read more... )

Title: Phantom Load
Author: lovesrain44
Artist: xterm
Genre: Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean, Dad, OFC's
Fic Rating: NC-17
Art Rating: G
Word Count: 54,000
Warnings:  Weechesters & present day, dark, angst, underage non-con (not wincest).
Summary: Dean and Sam return to Boulder, CO, where they investigate a haunted school. The job seems simple enough to Sam, who has good, ( Read more... )

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

Sam snapped the phone shut, and shifted in his seat. “Okay,” he said, “I got us a gig.” The darkening flat landscape sped past outside the passenger window.

“What kind?” Dean asked this without taking his eyes off the road or his hands off the wheel.

“Haunted school,” said Sam. He pulled out a map and unfolded it, ( Read more... )

Thursday, January 9th, 1992

The next day Dean found out that homework was definitely a big fat deal at Nevin Platt. The teachers in all his morning classes scowled at him for not having anything to hand in; even in gym, he got yelled at for not having the right footwear or uniform. When he told them he was still new, they tapped their respective ( Read more... )

Monday, January 13, 1992

Gym class sucked. Out loud. Dean finally remembered to bring his new gym shorts and sneakers so that Dad wouldn’t have to write a note, but while the sneakers were okay, the shorts weren't. They were the wrong kind. Not wrong in the widest sense, they were gym shorts, they were dark. But they were the kind that guys wore in ( Read more... )

Friday, November 24th, 2006

Sam stirred, waking to a dry mouth and all of his covers flung off. There was a slender thread of light coming between the crack in the curtains, and with it he checked the room. It was 8 o’clock, according to the square red numbers on the nightstand, and with a click, the heat came on. What on earth? It was already ( Read more... )

Friday, January 17th, 1992

Once at school, Dean’s morning classes rolled past him, though he did remember to attempt a list of each assignment.

When he went to the lunchroom, he could see that there was beef stew and carrot rounds on the menu. That's what the kids were eating. His stomach lurched as he felt the dollar in his pocket. There was a ( Read more... )

Saturday, November 25th, 2006

When Sam woke up, before he opened his eyes, he sensed that Dean was already awake. Or, by the stillness, that he'd been up for hours. Perhaps that he'd not fallen asleep at all.

"Dean?" he asked, testing the waters.

"Yeah," said Dean right away, as if he'd been waiting for Sam's question.

"Breakfast?" Sam asked now.

( Read more... )