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2011-03-15 12:48 pm
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[woodsmoke will always tell old stories]
sam/girl dean, past sam/ruby
adult
4980 words

notes: au. Dean is a girl and always has been.

( In the backseat the leather is cold on her legs. It’s early November and she’s wondering where things went wrong. She remembers back in July, the way his fingers felt on her back, moving in tiny ticklish circles; her body aches for him in ways she’s never known before. )
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2011-03-15 12:46 pm
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[and gratitude is mine, i admire the way you shine]
Sam/Dean - rated R
4,441 words

notes: AU. this is a companion piece to [it seems you need a saving grace, and a savior is something i'm not]

( I’m always cold, Sam whispers, and it wasn’t the kind of cold Dean meant, but he knows how it feels anyway. So he gets a paper cup from the stack on the sink and fills it with tap water. He watches Sam struggle to sit up, and he knows how that feels, too; he knows how it feels to struggle to stand up, to stay awake, to make yourself live one more day you don’t think you should. )
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2011-03-15 12:36 pm
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[it seems you need a saving grace, and a savior's something i'm not]
Gen - rated R
3,943 words

notes: AU from In My Time of Dying. thank you to [profile] purestvixen and [profile] lilibella for the betas.

for [personal profile] fated_addiction

( Dean’s got nothing to say now, because John’s right and he knows it; he just doesn’t want to fight anymore. Dad was everything he looked up to for a long time, but Sammy was everything he lived for since he was four-years-old. It’s not so easy to keep going when you lose the only thing you ever remember living for. )
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