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Hot hot hot Arthur/Ariadne/Eames porn.

After Swan Song, Dean keeps dreaming of Sam. I really enjoyed this - especially how Lisa and Ben are handled.

Absolutely gorgeous fancomic featuring Saito and Dream (spoilery for Sandman if you haven't finished it).

While hunting vampires in Wyoming, Sam and Dean get transported back to 1882. I enjoyed this a lot, even if the ending is a little heavy-handed.

Beautifully written first kiss for Sam and Dean. His eyes search out his brother, dart to where he can hear Dean’s footsteps, pick out the cadence of his breaths against the soft shift of the wind. He walks close, lets the swell of his frame slip just a bit, just enough into his brother’s sphere of being, into the space that is Dean and Dean alone -- he occupies it in tandem for the sparest of moments, vague and reeling, before Dean steps away; doesn’t speak, doesn’t flinch, but leaves, the shuffle of his boots too sharp to bear. And Sam doesn’t follow; drowns a little instead in the dive that plummets hard in his gut, tastes black on his tongue, in the long stretch of the Atlantic glimmering against the sun.

Really well done Yusuf and Eames backstory. For the right price and the right people, you can make a man do anything. But overambitious amateurs are not your clientele. "Let me see what you can do," you demand, and when you look at him again he's wearing your body the same way he had been wearing his slouch and his neatly combed hair. When he walks, it's with a gait that isn't yours, and when he smirks it looks foreign on your face. It's still some of the best work you've ever seen. "This is what I can do," he tells you, in your own voice. His hand mirrors yours, sliding into a coat pocket that contains something he can't possibly know about. "Will you help me or not?" And you do.

Enjoyable season 1-era casefile.

Ridiculously, unutterably beautiful. I especially like the extremely logical yet completely unexpected conclusion the story draws to regarding the mytharc. It strikes him, suddenly, how few times in their life they've been together, like this, at the same time, in the same place, from the same when. So many times he's been ahead of himself, or behind, Dean dancing through time and Sam waiting behind for him to catch up with himself. Not now though. Dean's looking at him like he's everything, and it's almost too much to bear. Dean's older, and tireder, but it's still his Dean, from his time. This is really happening, now. "You and me," Dean says. "Now, and then, and every day of my life." He says it like it’s a prayer. Sam sits quietly, passively, and lets Dean trace his eyebrow, his jaw, his cheekbone. "Don't ever doubt that," Dean says. (Wincest)

Slow, gorgeous, utterly heartclenchy Arthur/Eames, using one of my absolute favorite relationship dynamics. Arthur had thought he was giving away only a small thing, only for a little while, doing the logical thing, retreating in order to advance, but what did he think they’d been doing [...], doing all this time, how could he tell himself he’d been playing a strategic game when his chest felt like something caught in a vice [...], when he could see that what he had thought would be finite, contained, logical, was everything but: one long sinuous curve of change, of endless uncertainties, and how had he not seen it before, lined up like that, a pattern rather than a moment, a foundation stone rather than a façade, building a life rather than negotiating a ceasefire.

"This is all getting a little too Buffyesque for me," Dean said, low and quiet. Sam threw a look over his shoulder that was meant to convey 'shut the hell up, you moron,' but it must have landed closer to 'please elaborate.' Dean dropped his voice into a register usually reserved for earthquakes and thunderstorms and intoned, "From beneath you, it devours." Sam refined the look with as much judgment and disgust as he could manage, holding a flashlight on his own face so Dean could see it. "Touchy," Dean said in his normal voice. But it was his inside voice, at least, so Sam counted that as a win. Hilarious yet heartwarming. Sam and Dean still have a few issues to resolve after the apocalypse is averted. With Nyquil, bug-monks, and a hilarious cameo by Rufus.

Highly enjoyable crossover with Zombieland. "No need for names," Tallahassee said coarsely, coming around from the trunk and pumping his rifle. "Only wherever it is you’re headed." The two guys exchanged looks. Like, weird looks. Like, we’re-pompous-asses-but-for-a-good-reason looks. "Well then." He gestured to himself. "You can call me Lawrence. And him?" He grinned, and fuck all if it didn’t freak me out a little. "You can call him Detroit."

Neal really likes movies as metaphors. Adorable.

John takes a job as a super in a NYC apartment building in the winter of 1993. Really nice outsider POV on Sam and Dean, a likeable OFC, and an interesting hunt. I really enjoyed this story.

“Because everyone loves the Holiday Zombie,” both girls chorused. “Besides,” Wendy said, “you’re the one who wanted to be part of our Christmas traditions. It doesn’t get more traditional around here than the Christmas Eve Art Crawl slash block party, and it’s just not a Christmas Eve party without the holiday edition of Stump The Band, Lacey’s modernized retelling of The Snow Queen, and the undead personification of the holiday spirit.” Lacey gets the holiday gift she's been wishing for. My heart grew THREE SIZES from reading this. *sniffle* ♥

M is Eames's mum. Perfect.

Really lovely post-s5 Wincest tied up with an interesting and nicely parallel casefile.

Lovely, achy Arthur/Eames. “Clearly, you wanted to fuck me,” he bites out through clenched teeth, trying to think past the distraction that is Eames’s cologne, the one that makes him want to curl up in Eames’s old shirt and roll around. “You got that.” “Yes,” says Eames, looking from Arthur to Ariadne like the answer is hidden somewhere between them. “Yes, I did.” “So, I don’t see why we’re still doing this,” he waves his hand around, all-encompassing, “All of this. You – you got what you wanted.”

"Everybody's got secrets." "You think so?" Sirius sounds skeptical. Remus nods. Chances a smile. "I think that's one of those things that happens when you get older. Or something." Sniffly AU set early on during Sirius and Remus's schooldays.

While I'm pretty sure Dan does play golf in canon (per Draft Day), this story is spot-on character and dialogue wise, and features some nice secretly pining!Danny. “You can’t buy golf clubs for twenty-five dollars.” “Maybe they were on sale.” “Or from a yard sale,” Kim said. “Who would put golf clubs out at a yard sale for twenty-five dollars?” Jeremy asked. “It doesn’t matter,” Dan said loftily, “because I do not want them. I do not want them, for I have given up golf.”

Arthur won't fuck her inside their dreams. Eames won't touch her outside of them. Achy, lovely, intense Arthur/Ariadne/Eames.

It takes Arthur a while to figure out what he's got with Eames. Really nicely done.

Sokka and Zuko and boy talk. Hee! Adorkable!

Kids are disappearing in Miami, and Maddie ropes Michael into finding one of them. The Winchesters are working the same case, and when they cross paths, hijinks ensue. I enjoyed this a lot, though there are some weird formatting issues to watch out for.

Post-Swan Song, Dean goes back to the site of a job that didn't get finished back when he was a teenager. Creepy, evocative, and heartbreaking.

Once upon a time, there was this pair of brothers. And they loved each other with this blindness that meant they couldn't see other people or each other very well. So they held on to each other as hard as they could, to get through the world, and their hands were swollen, their joints spread from holding on. They only let go to hold guns or beer bottles or bags of salt. Shovels and matches, lug nuts and oil rags. Whenever they said my brother, they never blinked. It was as easy to say as each other's names and that never got old. Lovely, lyrical look at Sam and Dean (as Wincesty as the show, anyway).

absolutely adorable. Toph! ♥

"I was wondering when you'd get the courage up, honey. How are those boys of yours?" "I only have one son," Mary answers. "Oh," the warm voice says, sounding honestly stunned. "Oh, Mary. I'm so sorry." Mary doesn't go into the nursery that night. Heartbreaking and creepy.

Women driving. ♥

Five times Eames was (shockingly) a gentleman and ignored Arthur's sloppy-drunk advances, and the one time Arthur finally got fed up enough to just jump him sober. exactly what it says on the tin, with some lovely pining and imagery.

Enjoyable story of Ursa (Zuko and Azula's mom) and Hakoda (Sokka and Katara's dad) that runs parallel to canon. Prose is a little clunky, but I enjoyed their adventures a lot.