New fic! Written for [livejournal.com profile] unreckless for the latest [livejournal.com profile] apocalyptothon. Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rhythmsextion for reading it through for me.

Request: The apocalypse has nothing to do with angels, demons, or Winchesters. They just get to enjoy it.


I'll never forget the way you look tonight
Supernatural. 1500 words. PG-13. Gen. General spoilers to the end of season four.

"Sorry I was wrong about the aliens," said Bobby, cracking open another beer. )
Usually when I write something this short I just post it as a comment ficlet somewhere but... well. Anyway.


The Arithmetic of Damnation
Dean isn't turning thirty.
Supernatural. 550 words. R-rated gen. Dean. General spoilers for season four.

The pie is sitting next to Sam's laptop )
Pie has been had. Again and again and again. And instead of doing any one of the number of productive household things I could've been doing on a day off from work, I spent most of it writing instead.


Prodigal Children
Like it or not, Dean's got a path set out for him, but it's not a path he has to walk alone.
Supernatural. 4,200 words. NC-17. Dean/Pamela Barnes. Spoilers for season four.


It's six months on when Dean goes back to her )
One! More! Day!

So a month or two back, on the spur of the moment, I volunteered to pinch hit for [livejournal.com profile] spn_summerlove. I ended up writing this story for [livejournal.com profile] cynicaloptimis.


Inheritance
A story about the things that are passed down.
Supernatural. 7,000 words. NC-17. Dean/Jo.


It's just a fair, Dean, it's not the apocalypse )
Ever since I started working here we've had a television on this floor, on which I watched about a zillion sporting events, last season of Lost, and, lately, the last few episodes of Supernatural (because seriously, screw waiting till I get home. we have a television; I have a lunch break). This week that television is gone. And I mean, I knew it was coming. We're all laid off in July, they moved all the sports editors off this floor a while ago, and the chairs disappeared last week. But seriously, they couldn't have waited one more week?

Anyway. It feels like forever since I've posted a story, even though I posted a few back in January after Yuletide. But then, there was a time when if I didn't post a story at least every month I felt like something was wrong. So yeah, here's one now.


Somewhere There's a Bluer Sky
Supernatural. 3600 words. PG-13. Bobby, Sam, Dean, past Bobby/John. Spoilers up to Everybody Loves a Clown.

Dean's got blood on his hands again, dull crimson and rust lining the cracks of his palms, but it's an honest bloody )

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