She's Mulder - I'm Scully

And one more, in the 'Not Like This' drabble series for this challenge I've so enjoyed!

Season 8

It takes Sam six weeks to recover from the trials. Dean is sitting beside him whenever Sam can force his eyes open. At the hospital, in a blue plastic chair, chin in hands and despair in his eyes. At the bunker, in an overstuffed chair he’s dragged into Sam’s room, a cautious hope in his expression.

Sam has a lot of time to replay Dean’s words in the church – and to finally believe them.

It takes Sam six weeks to recover, but only six seconds more to pull his brother from that chair and kiss him senseless.

“Sam?”

Like this,” Sam says.

Season 6: Playing With Fire

Sam came back different; nobody is more certain than Dean. Sam’s hands stitch him up just the same, but once the thread’s pulled tight, his fingers linger, hungry on Dean’s skin, and Dean shivers. Sam’s eyes don’t slide away like they used to when they found themselves too close.

Dean wakes in the night, his brother’s name on his lips, his body still thrumming from imagined touch, and Sam is there, big -- fuck, so big -- hand hot and solid on Dean’s thigh.

No. Not like this.

The words he grits out are not what he wants to say.


The best part of Season 6 for fic was soulless Sam, though in canon I wasn't always a fan of the storyline. But it sure got me writing. Here are some very different short fics written in S6 as I tried to make sense of it all - with Wincest, of course!

In Your Reflected Light, He Glows - a season 6 reunion speculation
The Most Logical Thing - humorous take on soulless!Sam
And Still My Hands Know Your Heart - and of course, something angsty and romantic

Happy Day 6!

I can't remember the last time I literally couldn't keep up with all the wonderful things my Flist is posting -- fic and reminiscing about falling for Show and art and all sorts of goodness. *rolls around happily* Keep it coming!!

Here's my Season 4 drabble for the fourth day of the Eight Days of Wincest challenge.

Season Four

(Sex and Violence)

Is this what you wanted? Sam’s voice is strained; Dean’s arm is tight across his throat, the bite of Dean’s knife sharp there. A better brother? Dean’s chest heaves against Sam’s back. His harsh breaths raise the hairs at Sam’s nape, warm and moist, and suddenly Sam wants. The Siren spits, but it’s Dean who Sam opens for, Dean whose mouth is too close, too hot. Dean whose hips are jutting forward, snug against Sam. Not like this, Sam groans, breaks away.

Later it will be Dean whose voice is strained, blood still running from his nose from Sam’s fist.


And an old and very long fic set in Season 4 (though Dean comes back very differently than he did in canon), and my own favorite of everything I've ever written, Fade To Black (Not While Your Hand's In Mine). There's a sequel too. I totally could not stop writing this.

Happy Eight Days of Wincest!

Happy 8th birthday, Show! To celebrate this joyous occasion (and the 8th anniversary of the very first Wincest fic too), samdean_otp is having an Eight Days of Wincest challenge. Be sure to go over there and join the celebration! Here, have a drabble…

Season One

This is what Dean wanted. What he’s dreamt of, waking with a burst of relief only to realize he’s alone. What he’s longed for, in every way he shouldn’t. Sam is riding shotgun, filling the empty space on the Impala’s leather seat, in the depths of Dean’s heart. Sam is tall and strong, his jaw set with the determination that Dean remembers.

The glow of a streetlamp washes over Sam as they drive; Dean can see his brother’s throat work, stubbornly fighting back a sob. Dean feels the ache in his own. Not like this, he thinks. Not like this.

And this was my first Season 1/Stanford based fic, quite a few years ago now. Time flies! The Ghost of Somebody At His Side

Happy birthday, Show!