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Ridiculously hot Dean/Mary Shannon porn. I don't watch "In Plain Sight," so I don't know how in character Mary is, but I don't really care either, because Dean going down on girls is stupidly hot.

She doesn't know how to turn her brain off of it and it drives her so crazy one night that going to the house at an ungodly hour to organize Tony's entire closet by color seems like A Very Important Task. Jarvis is so freaked out that he starts streaming whale calls and the sound of the ocean waves lapping against each other through the speakers. "There have been various statistically significant studies indicating that nature sounds help the human body relax," he explains. "Your cortisol levels are extremely high, Miss Potts." Really nice look at Pepper over the course of Tony's time in Afghanistan.

Adorable story of Calvin finding out his Uncle Max is gay.

Absolutely necessary coda to Swan Song. Sigh. Oh, boys.

Lovely, awkward first time for Sam and Dean, now that the world is ending. "I know it's weird to thank someone right now, but seriously, thank you." He sighed, although it sounded happier. "I didn't think that was ever going to actually happen." Dean snorted. "Yeah, well, no one ever expects to actually be doing their bucket list. I get it." "What?" Sam turned to face him. "I've had like seven dying wishes, man." Dean shrugged. "It's cool. Whatever." "Dean," he said, and put his hand on Dean's chest, over his heart. "This wasn't some, some last wish, man. This is — I've wanted this for a while."

"How're those pills working out for you, Dean?" Dean beamed, gave a deformed thumbs-up with his splinted hand. "They were delicious," he reported. "I feel like a million bucks." "You look like about a nickel," Sam told him. "Shoulda got some ice or something for that eye; you're gonna be all Cyclops tomorrow." Excellent, brotherly Sam/Dean. *happy sigh*

Ridiculously hot Sam/Dean/Jo threesome porn.

There is no choice for Dean. But there is for Sam; he gets that now. Dean has watched Sam choose the world and his faithless big brother again and again. So for one last time, one last push – literally – so be it. Oh, boys. Oh my heart. They need this so badly. I need if for them just as badly. *sniffle*

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"Never thought in a million years I could have this," Sam says. His voice cracks and breaks around the words and he doesn't look up from Dean's mouth. "I never thought you'd let it happen." "Another chapter in your long and storied career in being wrong." Utterly lovely first kiss for Sam and Dean, after they've saved the world.

Fantastically creepy and suspenseful story in which Tony's obsession with Pepper's safety crosses some boundaries. A gripping, all-too-believable read.

Utterly lovely story of Natalie figuring out her sexuality. Around her, the city dozes, the traffic intermittent and soothing. She walked through a night like this with Chang a week ago, kissed her under a red and white smokestack. They're still not dating, but Natalie's looking at women in the elevator a different way and something inside her is changing. "Budding" is a crappy metaphor, but the kiss was like flowers blossoming in her mouth.

Sharp, hot Clay/Roque missing scene after they've arrived back in the States.

Excellently characterized and thoughtfully thorough AU where Tony Stark isn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Tony is still Tony, but the consequences of his actions are a lot more...immediate when he's not a billionaire. I also really like the recasting of his relationships with Pepper and Rhodey. Tony was right: He's handy with a mop. Rhodes was right: Tony's bored out of his goddamn mind in 20 minutes.

Long, engaging futurefic in which Betty and Daniel get together, and that's just one strand of the story.

They’ll take a deck of cards, two shovels, flashlights, kerosene, a box of salt, a shotgun, their handguns, and every time they’ve ever done this. Beautiful evocation of life on the road in season 1. (I admit, I find the smoking ridiculously jarring, but the story is beautiful enough that I can let it slide).

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"You walked right into that one," Sam says. "Whatever," Dean says. "I gave that one to you." "Whatever you gotta tell yourself, man," Sam says. Sharp and achy s1-era Wincest, where the biggest emotional bombshell between them was still Stanford. Oh, boys!

This is absolutely hilariously awesome. The Leverage crew needs Neal Caffrey for a job. Hijinks ensue.

Seeing himself on tape in front of the Lone Star logo, twenty-four years old and nervous as hell, Casey sitting next to him, heat outside like the center of the earth: he looked like a good guy, a good person, a good son. He looked at himself on the screen and thought that nobody in this city would be able to see that there was anything wrong with him. Chloe reminded him of Dallas. Lovely bit of introspective Danny, thinking about cities and Casey and life.

A column of black dominated the sky, thick and broad and only slightly thinner where it touched the ground, reaching up into the heavens where it widened from horizon to horizon. Sam thought of demon smoke vomiting from a possessed human's mouth and felt the bile rise in his throat. This would be the most enormous demon in all of creation. It wasn't, though. It wasn't even supernatural. It was a tornado, and it was devouring earth and sky and everything in between. A tornado interrupts while Sam and Dean are on a hunt. Relentless, muscular prose makes this an engrossing read.

You try to describe Gaila, how when she laughs, her freckled nose wrinkles; how the early morning sunlight bounces off her red curls; how her skin glows green with health. You try to convey just how loud Gaila is when she sings "My Baby Just Cares For Me" at the top of her lungs. She is so loud that she drowns out Nina Simone, you tell your sisters. Despite your best efforts, you are sure that your descriptions don't do Gaila justice. Your sisters can't possibly understand from your paltry words that Gaila is gusts and storms of being, that she lives every minute of every day with joy and truth. They can't understand that when Gaila invites you to dance with her, she teaches you things your instructors only know in the abstract. Because you're a good big sister, you keep trying to explain. You look up synonyms and draw pictures. In the end, you write: Freedom isn't just a word. It's a way of being. Beautiful story of the letters Uhura writes home to her sisters.

"Uh, I hate to interrupt your hero-sidekick banter, Dub-Dub, but did you and Sexy Bossman miss the part where we're supposed to *have sex*?" Her voice rose at the end of the question, and MM actually winced, like he was a dog hearing a particularly shrill whistle. "I have to have sex with you both or *die*," she emphasized. "Which is very indicative of a grossly patriarchal society, I might add." Aliens make them do it! With Lacey along for the ride. Funny, hot, and sweet.

"I… it's a tuxedo. It fits. I like it." "Go put it on," Neal said. Peter opened his mouth to reply, but before he could make a sound, Neal held up his hand. "Go and get it and put it on and come back down here and show me." Peter snorted. "So you can mock it like you mock my best suit?" "Your 'best' suit is a travesty." Again Peter opened his mouth, and again Neal held up his hand. "Peter, there are a very few, very specific things that I do better than almost anybody. This is one of the only ones left that I can still do and remain a free man." Adorable and bantery. Neal and Elizabeth convince Peter to buy a new tuxedo.

"Booth..." she starts and then lets her voice trail off. She stands there for a minute with a tiny little smile on her face and shrugs. "I was wrong." There's too much space between them. He crosses the room to stand in front of her, staring straight into her eyes. "That doesn't sound like you." "No," she says, "it's me. I was wrong." "I'll mark it on the calendar," he says. oh my heart. This is totally how it has to go. If the show doesn't provide, this will totally be my canon. *happy sigh*

The things called angels found her on the soil of their worshippers. She will find them here, in this land where the earth burns for the weight of her feet. This land that is hers. Kali, in the aftermath of 5.19. Fixes some of the episode's fail.

Jo and Sarah team up to hunt during the apocalypse. I really enjoyed this.

*sniffle* Lovely look at Gaila growing up, with the sister who took care of her. Nice evocation of what being sisters feels like.