I love that Sam didn't have any reaction to it at all, though. I admit willingly that Crowley is an unreliable narrator, but I put its presentation as more than "erotically codependent" and whatever people think that he was hearing wincest with his demon bug.

Because? Basically? Sam/Brady is hot, and leads to Sam/Brady/Jess. See what I mean by of the good?

So I'm checking out the latest Ray LaMontagne album, reading the description, and they mention the influence of Jesse Winchester. So naturally I have to check him out, and he's got a song called Black Dog. Check out the lyrics, it's freaky: [link]

Have some completely self-indulgent gen fic about Dean and his stuffed bunny, written by yours truly.

There's some naughtier stuff there, too, Dean/Castiel-shaped.

As always, Amy, just beautiful.

Aims writes from--and to--the heart.

Not the hair.

Amy, that was gorgeous. That hurt my heart in the best way possible.

Aw, thanks. ::blushes::

I don't write a lot of gen, but this one just showed up, so.

Amy's stories! ::grabby hands::

ita, I tried the Dobby, but as soon as the 15 year old jumped on the adult, I was too WTF to read anymore. Sam/Brady otoh is totally hawt. I'll give you that one.

Amy I loved that story and I love whiskey. Early in the story, you wrote:

Dean always wakes up mildly embarrassed, straddling a vague line between grateful and stinging with nostalgia.

I loved that description and I swear I've woken from dreams myself feeling that exact sensation.

BUNNY! I'm not sniffling at Amy's story, not at all. (Only by extreme force of will, because I just finished applying mascara a few minutes ago.)

Clovis approves.

Amy that story was sweet and breaky and wonderful. It will hereafter be part of my perceived canon.