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Doctor Who's ep JUST got downloaded. After five hours and four freaking tries. *stabs internet connection*

I've been lazying around all day, doing nothing but reading fic obsessively (and cry a bit because The Jared Padalecki Untitled Project is over and I kinda wanted it go on and on forever). My brother's wangsting about wanting to see the wretched Chivas vs. Atlas soccer game but it's a local game so no tv station airs it until it's over and all I wanna do is go and eat a burger or something but everyone's rambling on and on about said wretched game, ugh.

But! Nothing of this matters, because it's wanderlight's birthday and

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RITA!!!

I hope you had a great time! You're one of the greatest people I've ever met, and you must already know by know that I heart you like whoa. So here, a bit of present, messily wrapped but hope you like it either - Terra gave you angsty!Dean, so it's only fitting that I give you angsty!Sam. ♥ ♥

Title: See You When I'm Sleeping
Word Count: 650
Summary: Sam thinks a dreamcatcher will help him get rid of all of his unwanted dreams.
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: Rita get wincest as a gift because she's such an enabler and because her user interest 'dreamcatcher' was too damn cool to not write anything about it. Also, I took quite a leeway with dreamcatcher's functions, sorry. Mmm, dunno whether I should crosspost. I mean, it's rather short, isn't it?


( Dean’s always been a heavy sleeper, something he hates but has no control over, and Sam sneaks out every morning before he wakes up, an extra layer of clothes against the cold... )

HAPPY (REALLY, REALLY BELATED) BIRTHDAY TO pink_faerie81!!

I'm awfully sorry that I didn't realize it was your birthday until later, hon, so hopefully this'll make it up to you *g* I was going to write wincest for you, but I've been writing a lot of Wee!Winchesters as of lately and it feels kinda... wrong. *cough* AND NOW IT'LL BE ALL YOUR FAULT WHEN I DON'T FINISH MY REMIX IN TIME, WOMAN. *mock glares* Still, I'm in love with this thing. I want to keep on writing it forever and ever and ever.

Right. Remix. Will start writing right away. *sigh*

Title: Yo-ho-ho, And a Bottle of Rum
Word Count: 1350
Summary: Um, crack? Sam and Dean, pirates extraordinaire!
Author Notes: A birthday gift for pink_faerie81. Unbetaed, sorry. This was going to be a tiny, tiny drabble. And then it wouldn't stop growing. *g* Probably because I was having way too much fun writing it.

( “You know,” says Sam, looking down at his ruffled sleeves, “time travel sucks.” )

Well I finally wrote Wincest that I actually, you know, like. *shrug* Anyway, it was a joy to write this, mostly because I was writing it for Taryn, and using her kinks was all kinds of awesome *g*

Title: Go With the Flow
Word Count: 1200
Summary: Sam drags Dean away from his latest conquest in a seedy bar at the border with Canada, pushes him against a wall outside.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Author Notes: Written for javajunkie13 during the big_little week, betaed by pink_faerie81.


( In the beginning, there was only Sam and Dean, laughing in the Impala’s backseat, joking, teasing each other, bleeding together after a hunt... )

Well, my first wincest fic. Go me? I will write better Sam/Dean soon. Promise. And it's not like I'm saying that this is omgtehsucky, because it's not, mainly, I just had a tough time writing it (plot and me? Don't get along that well), so. *shrug*

Title: Kinetic
Word Count: 3000
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Summary: The boys investigate a ghost in a Louisiana plantation, while they try to figure out their relationship.
Author Notes: Written for mukashi2's Decalphabet Challenge, 10 connected vignettes, all of them based in a different word starting with an assigned letter. The Parlange Plantation House is real, but I messed around a bit with the legend surrounding it. Most of it is real, though.

Their knees are touching beneath the diner’s table, both of them sitting on the edge of their seats, bellies touching the table just so they’ll stay in contact and won’t have to acknowledge it...

Woot, this was so much fun to do! And as soon as you read it you'll see why me + having fun + this = A very disturbing girl. o_O Still, last week's ep just called for it. *smirk*

Title: Tear Me Apart
Word Count: 3200
Summary: The demon doesn't leave Sam's body.
Warnings: Spoilers for Born Under A Bad Sign. Um, Angsty!Dean? *shifty eyes*
Author Notes: Much thanks to eboniorchid for the beta and to everyone in my flist for agreeing that Evil!Sammy deserved to get more fic.


( “Hey,” comes Sam’s voice over the phone, and it’s five in the morning and Dean’s still half-asleep so for a moment he doesn’t remember just who exactly is calling. “I just killed a mother of two, you know. I slit her throat as her children were---” )

Might I say that I'm in love with this? Because I am. Apocalypse!fic is one of my greatest kinks (if all the stuff I rec is any indication...) And it was just awesome to finally get this on paper. I had the greatest fun writing this than anything else in months, and it also happens to be the largest fic I've ever written. o_O

Title: Keep Walking (Nothing To See Here)
Word Count: 3800
Summary: The world ends on Tuesday the thirteenth, as Dean is trying to choose between Lays and Doritos in a run-down convenience store.
Author Notes: Spoilers up to Croatoan. Betaed by the amazing javajunkie13. Apocalypse!fic. Also, there are zombies. Isn't that enough of an incentive to read? XD


(  Dean rolls his window down, sings to Black Sabbath at the top of his lungs just to annoy Sam and ignores the smell, the same way he tries to keep ignoring the fact that five billion people suddenly dropped dead... )

Christmas was pretty much great this year! My mom loved her presents, and I got money, Sin City, Match Point (two of my favoritest movies ever, so yay!), aaaaand, *drum roll* SPN'S FIRST SEASON!! It's oh so lovely and shiny and I can't wait to start watching it - I so wanna get my mom into it, considering that she loves scary movies. I also watched the first episode of The 4400 with my dad and oooh, it's all kinds of awesome. *nods* (my dad got all excited about it, and he's all up for buying it this week in Texas, yay)

There was lunch with my dad's side of the family, and, surprisingly, it wasn't all that bad. I love my cousins, and all, but we hardly ever see each other, and it's like, it's in the genes to be antisocial, or something, because I'm the most talkative of the group, and I'm hardly a social butterfly myself, so.

But. It was nice. We talked a lot, and ate pizza because we'd forgotten to assign food and all the restaurants were closed XD

So, I'm leaving tomorrow for Monterrey, and then the US, so I'll be seeing (reading?) you guys by Sunday. Take care, y'all (hey, I gotta get in the mood), and happy New Year!! In case I'm still not around. :)) *blows kisses*

Now, a drabble. :)

The Truth Just Isn't Meant For Little Boys
Supernatural - Written for lilian_cho's prompt 'the day Dean and Sam stop believing in Santa Claus' - 381 Words

( He may act tough, but as little Sammy clings to him, tears dampening Dean’s t-shirt, Dean allows himself to cling a bit as well... )

I FINISHED MY COLOR CUBE, OMG YAY!!

I owed moonix this, since we're having a scraps exchange.

First, the original fiction ones:

1.( In which a boy learns how to grow up, all while trying to let go Snow White. Spanish and translation. )


2.( In which a boy tries being emo, and fails about it real hard. Spanish and translation. )

3.( In which I abuse mathematical terms in a quasi-sexy way. Hey, numbers can be fun! Spanish and translation. )

Now, let’s move on unto fanfic, shall we?

1.( In which Remus is angsty during the war. And. Um. That's it. )

2.( In which I compare Remus' hair to wet tweed fabric. FOR REAL. stfu it's poetic. )

3.( In which Lucy is never happy with what she's got. Oh, and misses Narnia. )

4.( In which I'm far too cruel to babies and that-spoiler-most-likely-everoyone-knows-by-now dissappears after the end of X-3. And, um. Bobby and Rogue have lots of sex. )

5.( In which I kill Dean (again) and make Sam really emo. You know, the usual. )

Feedback would be absolute, absolute love.

Yep, this is Day of the Dead fic. No, it's not set in Mexico, I'm not that pathetic. It's kinda close, though. *shifty eyes* I couldn't resist including my grandad's hometown in the story, though, so sorry. Also, 'Melditos metiches' means something like 'damned nosy people'.

Title: And That Ashen Taste on My Mouth
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2035
Author Notes: The Day of the Dead has always been one of my favorite holidays, and seeing how much the tradition fits with the canon, and the importance of this day in the series, I just couldn't not write this.

( They’re entering San Antonio when Sam finally learns the date for the first time after weeks of Dean carefully stepping in front of faded diner calendars and clipping the newspaper’s date away and messing with the laptop so it says it’s Christmas, 1977, and then it only makes sense for them being practically half a country away when he realizes it’s November the second. )

Yeah Yeah Yeahs was AMAZING. Karen O's just insane, which made it all the greater. De Descartes a Kant, a local band, opened for them, and they were cool enough. My dad called me in the middle of Maps, and I kinda hung up on him XDD In all, it was wonderful, exhilarating and oooh, so cool. They didn't play No No No, though. Nor Bang. Oh well. Now, onto something more important:

¡¡FELÍZ CUMPLE, sarie_gamgee !!

Me considero bastante afortunada de haberte conocido, porque es lindo tener alguien con quien ser patéticas fangirls y pláticar de fandoms e historia y tradiciones y todo lo demás de lo que siempre estamos hablando. Muchas, muchas felicidades, y hey, aquí todavía es tu cumple, así que técnicamente, todavía estoy a tiempo XD Y aquí hay un pequeño regalito, que te escribí en Inglés, pues, sepa por qué, pero ya ves.

Blow At the Candles, Make a Wish
Supernatural – gen – 264 Words

( “Well, happy birthday, kiddo,” says Dean, looking proud of himself... )