New fic! Written for unreckless for the latest apocalyptothon. Many thanks to 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. )

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 )

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 )