Title: if you don't expect too much from me, you might not be let down

Summary: The boys take advantage of a John-free afternoon. Pre-Stanford, established relationship.

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Rating: FRAO, NC-17

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the Muse. Just ask her. "Mine, it's all mine, everything is mine it all belongs to me! Mine."

Author's Notes: This is part of my 'Writing Playlist' series of oneshots. They're not connected in any way; they're just all inspired by songs on the playlist I listen to when I 'do a computer.' This particular one is from "Hey Jealousy" by The Gin Blossoms. Oh, and one more thing...come stalk me at my LJ. For serious.

Could never give this up, Sammy, never give you up. )

Title: Between The Shadow And The Soul

Summary: I love you as certain wicked things are to be loved, in secret; between the shadow and the soul.

Characters: Sam, Dean

Rating: R? ish?

Warnings: 2nd person POV, incest, m/m sex, demented imagery, violence, the ripping-off of songs and quotes various, possible insanity on the part of the author, and a hint of kitchen sink.

Disclaimer: No. Not even in the Bizzaro World.

Author's Notes: This is the third part of what I swore would be a one-off (Rock Salt & Sunrise). *deep sigh* I have told the Muse to stop playing in that dusty fucked-up corner of my brain, but she's not big on the listening. Written at work while cotton-headed from dramamine, T3s, amitryptelene and taurine. The title is from a poem that I would credit if I could remember the title or the author. This fic follows Rock Salt and Sunrise and A Rain Of Ashes, but it probably won't make much sense even if you read those first.

Sometimes you are a single unit, SamandDeanintheImpala, highway without end, amen. )

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( Jan. 16th, 2008 07:14 pm)

Title: Busted

Summary: Daddy's home. (Part 6 of What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been.)

Characters: Sam, Dean, John

Rating: R (ish)

Warnings: m/m slash incest (implied), threats of spanking (not in a kinky way), diner food, bad coffee, parental angst and a cameo appearance by Sarah Sidle. Ooh. Scary.

Disclaimer: Dude, I wish.

Author's Notes: Looks like I might actually have this finished before too long. Jeez, it only took me A YEAR. *sigh* I'm really kind of pathetic.

"Are you too hurt to like money?" )

Title: Creeping Towards Eternity --Chapter One: not with a bang, but a whimper

Summary: Sometimes there is no greater good, only a lesser evil.

Characters: Sam, Dean

Rating: PG-13 for now

Disclaimer: Yeah, the thing is, I'm a lying liar who lies. Also, broke (except for a king's ransom in shoes). Don't sue unless you're size 7N.

Author's Notes: This is AU because my vampires is different from Kripke's vampires. I have incorporated various elements from S2, so spoilers up till AHBL2, just to be safe. Written to satisfy my evil!Sam kink, and because there is not enough the-boys-as-vampires fic. IMHO, anyway. The title is stolen from the lyrics of World Of Blues, by my precious squishy Duke Robillard, and T.S. Eliot, respectively. Also, there really is a place in California called Salton City, a bunch of streets and no people on the shores of a toxic salt lake. Anyone who's curious should do an image search for 'Salton Sea'-it looks like a postapocalyptic wasteland. As far as I know, no one has ever been ritualistically murdered in the area.

Dude, are you delusional? )

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( Jan. 16th, 2008 06:46 pm)

Title: Broken English Chapter 5

Summary: John watches his sons grow up completely consumed by each other, in a world where morality is subjective and words are inconsequential.

Characters: Sam, Dean, John

Rating: R overall

Disclaimer: It's all true, and I own everything. Also, unicorns can shoot rainbows out of their asses. *snicker*

Author's Notes: Yeah ok I suck. It's, like, official and all. But I was sick all through Christmas, you guys! And it snowed! This is Vancouver Island-I didn't sign up for that crap! *whining* Ok, I'm done now. Here's some more BE 'verse.

Sam's mouth dropped open and he uttered a wail of protest. )

Summary: Whose bed have your boots been under?

This is Part Five of my Sam/Dean fanfic series What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been.

Disclaimer: Not even in my dreams!

Rating: *blows a raspberry* I hate doing these. Umm....pg-13. Ish.

Warnings: m/m slash, incest, demons, hot boys, evil CEOs. You know, the usual.

Author's Note of Doom: OMG how long has it been since I updated? Seriously like 3 months for this fic I think. Anyone who has been waiting for more, direct your thanks to [livejournal.com profile] sprnaturalgrl~her love for my fic is what got me to stop dithering and finish this (it's been like five paragraphs shy for literally ever, y'all). And then she beta'd for me all no-notice last-minute cuz she's awesome like that. Why she puts up with me, I will seriously never know. I'm just glad she does.

I need dinner, Vicodin, and a blow job. Right now. )

Title: Nights Not Spent Alone
Author: mass_hipgnosis
Pairing(s)/Character(s): sam/dean
Rating: *blows a raspberry* I hate doing these.  Umm....pg-13.  Ish.
Summary: Sam reflects on Dean's place in his life.
Disclaimer: Not mine.  Gimme?
Author's Notes: This is just a random one-shot, product of a long weekend and lots of alcohol.  Vague spoilers for S2 finale.  Title from Edna St. Vincent Millay.  POV from Sam.

He is as unlikely a savior as he is a lover. )
Okay, so basically, this is brain drool from the series What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been. No, I stand corrected-originally it was brain drool. Now it is a series. Apparently. *Gets back of head smacked by muse for smart mouth* Sorry. Okay. Sitting down now.

Disclaimer: Not mine.  Gimme?

Warning: Here lies graphic Wincest.  NC-17.  If you are under seventeen, or gay sex is your squick, click the little green arrow pointing to the left.

Dean On Satin Sheets: Super Slow-Mo Widescreen Extended Director's Cut

Summary: Now playing in Theater One, by popular demand. Special early-bird showing. SOLD OUT!


Dean In Jeans: Unrated Button Fly Version

Summary: Now playing in Theater Two. May be excessive smut. Bring towels.


Psychic Sam's Amazing Sex-Ray Vision

Summary: Now playing in Theater Three. Extended run for Impala!porn enthusiasts.

Summary: Sometimes you think you're hunting a demon, when in actuality, the demon is hunting you.

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( Jun. 11th, 2007 07:29 pm)
Summary: Sam starts to wonder why Dean always tastes like chocolate.

His brother, who had never met a carbohydrate he didn't like, seemed to have a mystical unending supply of cookies. )
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( Jun. 11th, 2007 07:23 pm)
Summary: Things will never be the way they were before. Companion piece to 'Crash And Burn.'

Dean knows he's not fooling anyone in the room. )
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( Jun. 11th, 2007 07:02 pm)
This is the first fanfic I ever posted, and it was originally stored on the Sam/Dean Slash Archive. I have put them all in one post because, unlike some of my other companion fic, they are not standalones.

Do You Come From A Land Down Under?

Summary: Revenge is a dish best served with bananas.

Sam had his sincere Sammy-eyes on, looking all penitient and pouty and fuckable. Dean almost felt bad. )

Worth Its' Weight In Blackmail

Summary: Camera + Winchester = Trouble

He couldn't help smiling at the way Dean spat out the word 'relationship,' as though it tasted bad. )

Fooling Around

Summary: Picture-message in haste and repent at leisure.

If he'd just yelled, Dean would have, in a perverse way, actually felt better. His brother was being so nice about it that the guilt was driving him batshit nuts. )

Out Of The Frying Pan, And Into The Diner

Summary: John finds out.

John was just as eager to get out of the motel room as his sons were to have him out of it. )
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( Jun. 11th, 2007 06:53 pm)
Summary: Life after Jessica.

Things will never be the way they were before. I don't want them to be. )
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( Jun. 11th, 2007 06:48 pm)
Summary: There's a hundred hells of difference between harder and stronger.

There's a reason you didn't want to do this, but exactly why escapes you, along with all of your gross motor function and most of your IQ. )


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