52 pickup by
Dean learned card tricks to make him laugh, practicing in the passenger seat while Dad drove through the night, with cards that were worn and dirty at the edges. When they were younger, playing Texas Hold 'Em on cheap motel room bedspreads, Dean never let Sam win. Except for all the times he did. Sometimes, when Dean dreams, it's about the sound of socked-feet sliding over slick blankets, and piles of nickels and dimes falling down. Sometimes it's beer bottles crashing together. And sometimes, it's Sam laughing, his hand wrapped around the back of Dean's neck, thumb tucked up under Dean's ear like it's telling him a secret. Lovely, evocative first kiss for Sam and Dean.
Bulletproof by
Sam and Dean, doing the arguing until they're kissing thing. (wincest, obviously)
Dessertion by
Dean wakes up and there's a little girl in the Impala who wasn't there when he fell asleep. This is absolutely adorable and achy in the best way.
Form and Content by
Dean, Rhonda, and the pink satin panties, from Rhonda's POV. Lovely fleshing out of a character who's nothing but a one-line mention on the show.
Monkey See, Monkey Do by
The Trickster takes young Jesse in hand (not like that!). With hilarious footnotes.
no strings to bind your hands by
"If this is out of pity or…or something…" It hurts him to say those words, she knows. Despite everything, he still has his pride. He needs comfort like everyone else—like she does—but he'll never admit it. / Walking over to him, she snakes her hands beneath his flannel shirt and rests them on his hips, the body-warmed fabric brushing over her skin. He's tense beneath her hands and she leans in, pressing her nose to his chest. "It's not pity, Dean," she says, her lips brushing against his t-shirt. / She really wants him to touch her. Fantastic, achy post 5.02 Dean/Ellen, hot and shot through with heartache and hope.
Secretly? He Kinda Liked It by
Ridiculously hot Dean/Rhonda Hurley/pink satin panties porn.
That's Why a Duck by
Winchester prank war! Awesome!
Two Fingers by
Lovely snippet of post 5.02 Dean/Ellen. When she straightens and turns, he's right there, and the space he takes up is large and warm and decidedly, unmistakably male. "Sit with me. Have a pull on the bottle." She freezes at the sound of his voice, low and unmistakable. She's been around the block a time or two, after all. It's just … well, it's been awhile since she heard a man sound like that around her.
Warranty by
[S]he's got the best warranty program in the world. It's not written down on some paper, filed away where the owner can't even remember where he put it. Her warranty contract is written in blood, sweat and tears. In her contract there is no such thing as totaled. That word doesn't exist in the Winchesters' vocabulary. *sniffle* The Impala in early s2.
We Mortals Be by
*sniffle* Sam and Dean get trapped in a fairy glamour with their younger selves, and it reminds them of who they used to be and maybe how they can repair their relationship. Oh, boys...
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