my stories

Derek never forgets that Cameron is not a real girl.

The tension that's been simmering between them for months has eased just enough that Dean can pretend that the last three weeks--hell, the last two years--haven't happened.

Dean wonders, not for the first time, how much of a masochist he actually is.

Sam finds that without hunting, without television, the internet, or saving the world, he's got a lot of time on his hands.

"What don't I know about that kid?" Five things Dean knows about Sam. (at my LJ)

"What don't I know about that kid?" Five things Dean knows about Sam. (at spnflashfic)

"I didn't ask for it. Nobody *asks* for it, Sam. It's the superpowers lottery. Tag, you're it."

While hunting a gorgon, Sam and Dean find something else altogether.

Susan's siblings think she's frivolous.

Anna is hungry.

None of them has much heart for fireworks this year.

They're locking her out again.

Original Cindy's no fool.

Mary's boys will never hunt by the light of the moon.

Parker likes small, enclosed spaces.

This is what she's good at.

This is the story of the boy who loves you.

Dean had always known the chainsaw would come in handy eventually.

"You know how to whistle, don't you, Dean?"

Alec's timing sucks.

Domesticity, Winchester style.

In which Alec puts his money where his mouth is. So to speak.

Patroclus knows there is a reckoning coming, probably sooner rather than later, but for now, he chooses to lose himself in the heat of Achilles' body. (at my lj)

"Look at you," Alec said, "letting an injured man do all the work." (at my LJ)

"No, meimei, it's time to wake up."

Remus's lips taste of apples, of cinnamon and nutmeg, when Sirius kisses him.

Patroclus knows there is a reckoning coming, probably sooner rather than later, but for now, he chooses to lose himself in the heat of Achilles' body.

"Look at you," Alec said, "letting an injured man do all the work."

"I wasn't ready then. But I am now."

Sam can't throw stones.