my stories

Dean says, "It's Christmastime," like she could possibly forget while she's holding a damn Santa nightie in her hands.

index of all the girl!Sam fic I've written, ostensibly in narrative chronological order

Tyra's never been the kind of girl who looks back.

"I thought I would always be able to protect them, and they didn't need to know. I didn't want them to worry."

"You killed the Great Pumpkin!" "No, we killed the thing that was gonna keep the Great Pumpkin from coming."

"Don't accept any food or drinks from strangers, okay?"

Sam's just going to have to fuck it out of her system.

"Fuck the FBI, man. I think you're a goddamn hero."

An hour at a time, for each hour Dean has left.

"If I find a way to free your soul, the demon lets us both go, no strings attached. If I don't, she gets mine, too. It's a great deal." (in my LJ)

"If I find a way to free your soul, the demon lets us both go, no strings attached. If I don't, she gets mine, too. It's a great deal." (at the spnflashfic LJ)

"I think you should take me home."

They drive.

Dean is missing. Sam is worried. See Sam worry. Worry, Sam, worry.

He can smell beer and sweat and some kind of lotion on her skin, hear the soft hitch of her breath, and then she surges up against him, towel fluttering to the floor as she cups his cheek and yanks his mouth down to hers.

Take off your dress and stockings; / Sit in the deep chair before the fire. / I will warm your feet in my hands; / I will warm your breasts and thighs with kisses.

"You have to have sex with me." "I'm sorry. I don't think I heard that right."

The way Dean figures it, everybody lost something, and some people lost everything, but he's still got all he needs right here.

"That's it? It took you a whole freaking year of research to come up with that?"

In which Dean freaks out when Sam isn't where he left her, and Sam freaks out when she gets back from her trip through the looking glass. Companion piece to Double Vision.

They're not just hunting things, they're saving people, and that's always been the most important part.

"What are the odds we pull into a freaking haunted motel? I swear, it's like the only karma we have is bad."

For the next three and half minutes, Dean feels warm and safe and loved.

The summer Sam is sixteen, she spends all her time lying by the pool.

In which Miss Samantha Winchester, in order to escape an unwanted suitor and reunite with her beloved brother, travels to London in the company of Mrs. Ellen Harvelle and her daughter Jo, and has adventures.

"I've got this girl here. She says she's you."

"So you don't want to fuck me?" "I totally do. I just don't want to talk about it."

Maybe it's wrong, but as long as Sam's okay with it, Dean doesn't give a flying fuck.

Five ways Sam knows Dean loves him.

Remus looked like he had a secret, and Sirius desperately wanted to know.