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Title: Sam and Dean's Ghostly Adventures
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13?
Words: 705
Warnings and tags: Show level violence/hurt, casefic sort of, crack, unbetaed, poor research on my part

Summary: Sam fights ghosts to save Dean

"Dean!" Sam screamed as the ghost slammed his brother against the wall.

"Behind you!" Dean called, a flash of bloody teeth. Sam ducked and rolled out of the way, just missing the killing touch of another ghost. Fuck, fuck. There were now two on him, three. A pac.

Sam dashed through the dark house's angled corridors, frantically searching. They stepped right into it, no investigation, no EMF reader - the second they were inside the house, they wre running for their lives.

The entire house was thrumming with sirens, Sam couldn't say whether they were intended to warn them or against them. All he could see was Dean's face, Dean being erased from existence, done.

Nothing worked against these ghosts. As Sam ran - a flicker of memory, maybe something Dad said when they were kids, said to Dean - - the ghosts are tied to orbs. Nothing would work, no salt, no iron - nothing unless he managed to find the orb.

Behind him he could hea r furniture crashing, the thud of a body - hitting the floor, flesh, reverberating through Sam's legs. Knee against the floor, then the body. Sam wished, not for the first time he'd never gotten clean. Not if the price was losing Dean again. Not again. Couldn't live through that again, not again. Wouldn't get a dog next time, wouldn't ever stop.

He put the bitterness into running, the desperation. He was a tiny bit faster than the ghosts, and that margin was the only hope he and Dean had. Sam took a sharp turn at a run - to find himself in a small passage - and from its other side, was approaching a ghost. There was nowhere to run, nothing left.

Then Sam realized, between him and the other side of the passage, there it was - a glowing round orb. If only he could reach it before the ghosts touched him, he could buy them some time. Could buy Dean some time to run outside - but Dean wouldn't, not unless Sam was there to make him.


Sam flung himself at the orb and crashed into the approaching ghost midair. The orb was gone. In a moment suspended in time, world took a breath, and the ghost exploded and shriveled into nothing but its burning eyes. Sam rounded on the ghosts behind him, perusing them down the corridors, back to Dean. The ghosts fled before Sam, frozen to Sam's touch and melting under it. Sam would have been terrified at his power had it not been for the ache in his chest, Dean -

The power of the orb was pulsing through him, he could hear his own steps remaking the house on his way to Dean.

Something in this new knowledge made Sam stop in his track. Something - in the house. He would need something.

Wouldn't be able to help Dean without it.


A space opened up before him, the way they walked in, but different. And casually set there, waiting - the gift of life. Small red fruit in the dark light.

Maybe ghost fruit. It could be a mistake. But could also be the only thing that could help.


Sam grabbed it and sprinted to Dean, back to Dean.

Vanquished the last ghost, pulling it off of Dean without thought. "Dean! Dean" Sam grabbed for a pulse, a gleam of recognition in Dean's eyes.

Dean's body was pliable, warm in Sam's arms, but here was no reaction, no echo of Sam's erratic breaths.

"Dean, please, Dean" Sam was whispering, "please".


Nothing.




Sam pushed the fruit between Dean's lips, its skin breaking against Dean's teeth, red. A breeze rose around them, sun-ripened tart and sweet, sticky hands at the back seat, Dean's lips at night in summer. The tips of Sam's fingers at the dip of Dean's neck as Dean's eyes blinked back, wide, and Dean's heart was beating again.

"Sammy", Dean looked up at him, bare to the quick, then Dean was smiling, "Sammy", he was removing the cherry pit from his lips, "You know I can tie a knot in one of these babies with only my tongue?"

"Dean", Sam was on him, damp faces soft under stubble, under rifts and years, fruit lingering on their tongues, between their grins.

"Thanks for giving me your cherry, Sammy" Dean was mumbling into Sam's hair.

Why couldn't it have been a watermelon.




Notes: I don't know why Pacman. I'm sad, wanted to write something silly. Also it turns out that while (probably?) the version I played for research gave me an extra life for that cherry, it changes from version to version and that is not even an official possibility? so - yeah, sorry to purists.
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"I mean, half of Jack Kerouac's book was also about trying to find a truck stop diner that offered soy milk"

(reminiscing about a road trip with feminists)
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[brief mention of bloodplay, sex, idk]

Cas, imagine you walk into the Bunker’s kitchen, and there are Dean and Sam kissing like there's nothing else in the world! And they look up at you and kinda smile, Dean does that eyebrow thing and Sam looks both vulnerable and ravenous, and they say - get in here, Cas, we’ll show you a sandwich you can still enjoy - in that situation, what are you doing?

what what )
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Cas, imagine you walk into the Bunker’s kitchen, and there are Dean and Sam kissing like there's nothing else in the world! And they look up at you and kinda smile, Dean does that eyebrow thing and Sam looks both vulnerable and ravenous, and they say - get in here, Cas, we’ll show you a sandwich you can still enjoy - in that situation, what are you doing?

what what )
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I finally got myself to a place with enough emotional space to watch 11x06 after a few rough days at home.

That moment they open that deemon's shirt and look at - that is - long long look - and some significance - and I was truly trying to understand whether they were looking at his nipple? His bruised nipple because....? torture? bdsm?

I was truly considering the option that Winchester Bros were, in canon, deeply and lengthily looking at some guy's nipple
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Me: *looks at post from a few days ago*

Me: *rereads*

Me: *looks some more*

Me: I don’t understand what this has to do with the new SPN ep.

Me: Oh, that’s the date.
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Title: All You Can Eat!
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: gen
Warnings: mention of food shaming, concern trolling
Note: For [livejournal.com profile] purplegertie

Summary: fill on [livejournal.com profile] spn_masquerade for this prompt: Dean cursed/blessed to be hungry for and be able to digest pretty much anything. I just want him pigging out on something weird and being very satisfied with his full belly.

Read more... )
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Title: Saturation
Ship: Dean/Sam
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 375
Warnings: Silliness, hint of fan culture
Notes: If you haven't been on Tumblr in the past day or so, this

Summary: Some things are just supernatural.

"Dean, wait!" Sam tries, they should talk about this -

"There is nothing to talk about, Sam, it's gold".

"Wait, wait, just don't - don't go" but it's too late. Dean has slammed the motel room, and moments later the roar of the Impala's engine is dropping out of earshot.

Sam tries not to panic. Dean does this. Sometimes Dean just needs time. Like all those years ago, when Dean woke up to realize that the night before he'd held his baby brother down and fucked him, even if Sam was eagerly involved. Sam tries to calm himself, pull himself together. It's OK, it will be OK. It has to. He can't lose Dean again.

It's almost night by the time Dean is back. Sam jerks up at the first sound up the motel steps. He must look like such a mess, mouth hanging open and eyes red, but he doesn't care. "Dean!" he sounds raw to his own ear, desperately hopeful. Every time Dean leaves, Sam turns into the kid who waited up all night when Dean and Dad went on hunts.

It is Dean, smiling his sheepish older brother smile, pushing the door open with his shoulder. Just like on that morning, he's holding two cups of coffee. Without a word, he put's down a large warm cup next to Sam, lingering to squeeze his shoulder, just for a moment. His fingers are still warm from holding Sam's cup. He pulls Sam's laptop open and dump the contents of the other cup into its keyboard. The laptop flickers and goes out.

"Dean! What the fuck?!" Sam is horrified. It's not just the loss of data it - it's his beloved laptop, OK? Dean just committed laptopcide. It hurt, Sam has to admit that it truly hurts.


Dean grabs Sam's shoulders. Tight. "Look at me, Sam. We can't have this coming between us. Whether the dress is gold or blue - it - " - he gathers himself - "it's important, OK? But not as important is this. As us. You're all I got, Sam. I can't lose, ever, can't, won't let that happen".

And just like that first day, he pulls Sam in and kisses him, long, and soft, and full of promise.
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If Sam hurt his elbow in an embarrassing way, that involved Cas but was not Cas' fault exactly, and that involved a demon, clearly Castiel was all toppy BAMF and glorious manhandling a demon, and Sam was just so turned on he jacked off for hours, resulting in injury. OK, injuries.
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I don't have the time to get into the complexity of fandom and of Night Vale this can bring up, but this one was too tempting to not even comment on. Also, procrastination is a great drive.

Title: Subject
Fanadom: Welcome to Night Vale, (Hockey RPF, fandom)
Characters: Malik, original fan character
Words: 150
Rating: gen
Spoilers: WtNV Homecoming

Summary: Night Vale is a good place for fandom


Ze'd gif the sweet little ways they looked at each other, touched each other across boundaries of masculinity. )
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Meme snagged from [livejournal.com profile] tebtosca.


Go ahead, then, ask, if you feel like it! I'm pretty open, though I won't reply to *any* question (particularly not triggery ones).
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Watched Disney's Cinderella so many times, growing up, it took me a few moments to understand what else this looked like.

[Er, I guess - warning for potential rethinking of perhaps-nostalgic images]
Cut for the innocent. )
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Found this amusing, and following it honestly actually brought me so close to my fandom (or rather, it would have brought me to SPN season 3).
As for the ending - sorry if it was unpleasant to any Hannibal fans who might be here. Let's say the same thing about my fandom and incest, instead?
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Have reached the killy stage of "Please, please no more articles!"

Meanwhile, look, straight guys are silly.

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Me: I had this interesting idea for a paper, but when I talked to my instructor, it was pretty clear she didn't get what I was talking about. So I simplified it a lot. But then when I started writing it, it was getting too long. So I gave up part of it. And then I talked to my instructor again, and realized it was going to have to be way more simple. And I was getting desperate, I couldn't please her! So I tossed away most of what I'd written, and then simplified what was left more and more, till I was actually embarrassed to be writing that. But then - I couldn't believe it! I got the best grade in class.
GF: Perhaps it was homeopathic.
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I don't know why I find this funny :)


also, heads up, baby ostrich hatching *now*, here.
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I was reading this Firefly fic, in which, for no reason I understood, Mal said something like "Keep the women away! This is not place for women!" Including Zoe, including all of his crew.

And I almost spilled my coffee all over the keyboard, sitcom-like.

Write responsibly! OOC endangers keyboards around the world!

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