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.