Finally the Recs

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This consists of a lot of things. More than a dozen Fics, some vids, some art, podfic, too.







Loud And Clear

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: astolat
Warnings: none
Genre: First Time
Keywords: Mind Reading
Word Count: 1,840

It just seemed pretty fucking obvious to Dean: you couldn't get what you really wanted, so you had to take what you could get.

It just seemed pretty fucking obvious to Dean: you couldn't get what you really wanted, so you had to take what you could get. Girls said yes, marks put their money down on the table, evil things curled up and died, with enough effort involved to make it worth the while. That small sweet taste of victory came his way as regular as a hit, and it felt good each and every time. So yeah, damn right he chased it down, he worked for it, and he enjoyed the hell out of it when he got it. What the fuck else was there, except an imaginary carrot you held out for yourself, knowing you weren't ever going to reach it?

Maybe the truth was he didn't really want Sam to get that, though. Not that Dean didn't want Sam to learn how to carpe a little diem, because Jesus Christ, the kid needed to relax and get laid like nobody's business, but there was something kind of stupid cute about the way Sam kept acting like there was something out there. Some big shining prize off in the distance that he could really get his hands on, that wasn't just a will-o-wisp. It made Dean feel weird every time Sam proved he still believed that; made him feel like he was fifteen or sixteen again. Yeah, the magic years, back when Sammy had still thought he was Batman and Superman all rolled into one, invincible; when Dean had thought pretty much the same thing. Going on his first real hunts with Dad, coming home to Sammy snug in their warm bed and sleepily asking, "s'okay?" and cuddling up when Dean crawled in next to him.

"Yeah, Sammy," he'd always said, and he wasn't going to start changing that answer now, no matter how much the world and all the hellspawn in it were conspiring to prove him wrong. Sam could keep chasing that mirage, and who knew, maybe he'd even get it, in the end.

I cannot even tell you why I like this one. I just do. It shows a side of Dean I like. The part of him that's so in need of his brother ... Just damn pretty fiction.




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Kings and Queens and Jokers, too

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: astolat
Warnings: none
Genre: Humor, First Time
Keywords: Trickster, Mystery Spot
Word Count: 4,436

"Yeah, you boys nailed that trickster real good," Bobby said, dry as dust.

They got the trickster for once and goddamn all in Boise, managed to circle him with silver and salt and stake him all the way down to the ground. Afterwards Dean wiped off his forehead and told Sam, "This calls for steaks and beer."

"This calls for a shower first," Sam said, which Dean had to agree with. They did that and hit the biggest fanciest steakhouse Clive B. Arker could afford on his platinum Mastercard, both of them with hair still wet and glossy and slicked back, and maybe that was it, because the hostess looked at them and gave them what Dean called the professional non-homophobe smile and took them to one of the fancy romantic booths in back.

Dean rolled his eyes. Sam just shrugged with one shoulder back, and they sat down and ate two porterhouses with all the trimmings, and apple pie for dessert. A white-haired businessman at another table kept glaring at them. Dean licked the last of the pie from Sam's fingers and sat back, wondering what the hell was the guy's problem.

Teehee, this one is hilarious. I wish there was more stuff like that one out there. The trickster pranking them into a relationship and in the meantime I'm having a lot of fun with their oblivion.




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The secret is out

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R (to be safe)
Author: titheniel
Warnings: none
Genre: Established Relationship
Keywords: John finds out
Word Count: 1,226

Set during "Dead Man's Blood", John's POV. Being reunited with his boys after so long brings to the light how some things have changed, and John doesn't think he's ready to know.

“With all due respect dad, but that’s a bunch of crap.”

John looked. Like, really looked. And asked himself how in the pit of Hell he'd missed that. Dean's chin was defiant, shoulders straight. He was standing up to him, for probably the first time since John had memory. For himself, or not only for himself. For him and Sam, for them.

Them. Them being the keyword.

Sam gaped at Dean, and it was comical -- or it would’ve been if the situation hadn’t been so fucking serious -- right before a look of distinct pride settled about him. A chill ran down John’s spine as Sam stepped right behind Dean, a mirroring look of determination and boldness in his eyes.

John looked, and knew.

I like stories where John finds out about the boys. I don't know why, I just do and this one ... I just like this one for how it's dealig with it. It's from John's POV and I guess that's what I approve of.




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Informed Consent

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: concernedlily
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: Tattoos, Mystery Spot, Trickster
Word Count: 6,375

Sam insists on the tattoos because the trick memory of Dean eating his own gun under black eyes is keeping him up nights.

Sam looks around carefully, walking around the room muttering spellwork for protection and success in a way that hopefully looks random, just checking out the sample work on each wall. He and Dean have both swiped holy water over the places where the tattoos are going: he wishes he could get something into the ink, but the shop's reputation for hygiene wouldn't allow him to add things to the mix.

Dean's looking ever so slightly alarmed now he's in the chair, like he thought this was a whim of Sam's he probably wouldn't go through with. Sam expects Dean to read him as well as he always has, it's still a surprise when he realises he's doing something, using something, from those months alone. He knows Dean can't possibly be expected to understand anything from that time but it still makes him resent his brother, just a little until the guilt and gratitude for having him back swamps it. Dean was supposed to be there; he's supposed to have always been around, and Sam knows that's not how Dean would choose to leave him but it just points out that Dean did choose to leave, no matter that he's changed his mind about it now.

Sam hands the design to the tattoo artist, call me Kev, and gestures at Dean to take his shirt off. Dean does but then he clutches it to his chest like a pre-Raphaelite virgin and says, “Sam, come on, you're not going to tell me what it is now?”

Sam opens his mouth to say no; he told Dean it's protection but not that it's against possession: he can't bear to explain to Dean how he knows just wearing the charms isn't security enough anymore. Kev gets in before him. “Dude, you don't know what it is?” He glances at the paper as if to make sure it doesn't say you suck or something, then looks between Dean and Sam, shrugs and says, “Sorry, fellas, informed consent.”

“He gives his consent,” Sam grits out, knowing it looks weird and not caring. He glares at Dean. “Don't you, Dean?”

Dean stares at him and then he looks away, swallowing, but he mutters, “Yeah.” He wets his lips and brings his arms slowly down, showing the hard-muscled plane of his chest, pale and freckled, and adds more loudly, “Yeah, I consent. Do whatever he wants.”

Oh god, Tattoos and Sam taking control and omg this story is just smokingly hot and I just love my tattoo kink and what it does to me!




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Not That I Need Proof

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: nutkin
Warnings: Spoilers for 4x01
Genre: PWP
Keywords: Schmoop
Word Count: 4,385

A filthy, somewhat schmoopy coda to 4.01.

Sam was careful when he touched his hand to Dean's stomach, fingertips and palm brushing over the warmth there.

He tried so hard to not remember any of this. He crushed down his memories of Dean, both the trivial and the important. It was easier to not remember the feeling of sharing a bed and feeling his body heat, or knowing that all it took was to reach out and he'd be right there. He separated himself from the days when they were one person, no room for secrets, no room for anything but the bare, honest truth. The days when they fucked in shady motels that felt separate from the world, little pockets where they didn't have to explain themselves or feel anything but good about what they were.

There were times it was inevitable – a song would come on the radio and hit a nerve, or there'd be someone in a supermarket with the same way of walking or a similar voice. At one point he and Ruby followed a hunt to a town they lived in while he was in high school, and the memories that crashed back were so visceral that he couldn't even stick around to finish the job.

It seemed impossible that Dean could be in front of him again, snoozing so casually on the tacky red bedspread. He would have likened it to a dream, but even that was wrong; in a dream he wouldn't have the burn searing through him of panic and hope and fear.

It's all I wanted after watching 4x01 ...




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Traded your Worth for these Scars

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: thenyxie
Warnings: Spoilers for 4x01
Genre: Angst, PWP
Keywords: Schmoop
Word Count: 3,185

Dean struggles in the aftermath of the episode. Sam needs to be sure Dean’s really back.

His hands are itchy, twitching as he opens the motel door.

“Dean.” Sam sits up on the bed as Dean walks in, closes the door behind him.

“So,” Sam says shifting. “How’d it go?”

Great, Sammy. Bring me four fried chickens and a coke. I’m on a mission from God.

“I found out what it was,” he says, standing by the door, hands closing, opening, fingers shaking out.

“What? How?”

“We summoned it.”

“You what?” Sam’s halfway up off the bed in shock. “You summoned that fucking thing, Dean? After--”

“I know. But I had to find out. And I didn’t… didn’t want you getting hurt.”

“What about you?”

“I’m okay. Bobby’s okay.”

“Goddammit, Dean. You could have died. Again. Seriously, what the hell?”

“I didn’t. I’m here, Sam. Still here.” Dean walks to the side of the bed, rests his hand on Sam’s shoulder, feels the anger drain out of his brother’s body under the touch. “See? Still here.”

Sam nods, jaw working furiously, eyes blinking hard and fast. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that.”

Oh god, this is even MORE than I wanted to read after watching 4x01. It's so perfect, I want to crawl inside that story.




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Colours of his Soul

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: luvsabitch
Warnings: Abuse, Rape, Violence
Genre: Angst, Drama, Hurt & Comfort
Keywords: Kidnapped Sam, Blindness
Word Count: N/A

Inspired by a challenge from Celebelei on Sinful Desires. Sam gets kidnapped, really bad stuff happens to Sam, he’s left traumatised and blind, Dean has to pick up the pieces.

Dean was suddenly aware that Sam wasn’t in his usual place at his side, he turned back from crowd, but Sam was nowhere in sight. Gone, the word throbbed through his brain and Dean felt instantly sober. He pushed the clinging girls away from him as he ran back the way they’d come calling Sam's name. “Sammy, quit foolin’ around. Come on Sammy.” Thinking, hoping, he’s getting me back for last time but knowing in his heart that Sammy wasn’t like that, Sammy didn’t play those sorts of games.

Half an hour of desperate searching later, the only traces of Sam were his beer bottle shattered on the alley floor and his cell phone ringing uselessly from a Dumpster. A waitress in the nearby bar remembered the pretty drunk boy being carried by masked men but didn’t see where they went; and the trail was already cold.

It was one the first few stories I ever read in this fandom and I only now found it on my computer again and had to hunt it down 'cause I didn't write down the author OR place where I found it. Anyway, I got it back now and have to re-read it soon but in the meantime I'm telling YOU guys to read it 'cause it is quite good. It's over a year old but what do I care about that anyway? ;o)




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The Dangers of second Guessing

Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Author: mona1347
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: Mystery Spot
Word Count: ~ 4,100

Sam won't stop staring at him.

They'd driven like a bat out of hell for almost eighteen hours, going nowhere in particular but away. Dean had to practically beg for a McDonald's breakfast drive-through and some stops to piss and pick up snacks. He made Sam eat a fucking fruit cup at about noon but, shit, for real, some people need food to get through the day. Finally, Dean can't take it anymore, eyes blurry with fatigue but unwilling to switch off again with the downright reckless way Sam's been driving.

He taps his fingers on the wheel to the rhythm of the windshield wipers and says, "All right, enough. It's raining like a bitch and I'm tired and you're tired and the car is tired, okay? We're stopping at the next place with a bed and I don't want to hear a word about it." Then, quieter: "We're, like, a thousand miles away, dude."

Sam blinks a few times, rubs at his eyes and nods. He keeps freaking watching Dean across the front seat but sometimes a victory is a victory and Dean will take what he can get.

Yeah so I got a nick for stories that involve Mystery Spot and the Trickster. I wish there were more fics out there where the trickster actually plays a prank on them to get them together (Like the one from Astolat I rec'd up there ...) but in the meantime I'm taking what I can get and Mystery Spot based stories are just as good. So yeah, I like this one 'cause I love it when Sam's in need of proof that his Dean is still there.


And two short comment!fic recs from [Bad username or site: tvm / @ livejournal.com]'s Hurt/Comfort meme

Post-post-Hell reunion the boys get enormously drunk and Bobby puts them to bed. by [Bad username or site: belyste / @ livejournal.com]

and

Post-Hell: big shouty argument over something trivial until something snaps and they have The Sex and then Sam CRIES. by [Bad username or site: nu_breed / @ livejournal.com]


Let's get to the RPS then ...




Somewhere between Texas and Mexico

Pairing: Jensen/Jared (also: Chris/Steve, Sophia Bush/CCM, some Mike/JDM)
Rating: NC-17
Author: celtic_cookie
Warnings: One instance of recreational drug use, explicit m/m sex. Excessive schmoop, Jimmy Buffett and Chad Michael Murray.
Genre: Romance
Keywords: Vacation, Captain!Jensen, Teacher!Jared, South Padre Island
Word Count: 28,296

“You say you love me, but you love me not.” Still rebounding from his four year relationship with his college sweetheart Milo, Jared finds himself dragged south this summer. South Padre Island, TX is an oasis of beaches, beer and his very best friends and soon the Corona and the salt sea air have Jared back to his sparkly self. Or maybe it’s the fishing. Or the fishing boat’s captain.

The sun rises over I-37, chasing away the last of the early-morning chill and promising the blazing heat of south Texas in July. It paints the sky pale and washes over the slowly dissipating urban sprawl of San Antonio as a battered Toyota speeds south on the ribbon of road below it.

“Are we there yet?”

Jared rolls his eyes and buries his nose in the warm plastic lid of his coffee cup at the whine. He ducks, leaning into the window, when Chad’s hand flies in like it’s laser-guided out of the back seat and gives Mike’s stubbly head a solid thump.

“You’re driving, assmunch. You should know.” Jared’s best friend settles back with a satisfied smirk. “Besides, we just got on thirty-seven.”

“Four more hours of your charming company,” Sophia sighs with a tight, sarcastic grin. Jared hears her shuffling around behind him, doubtless continuing construction on the pile of backpacks, pillows and even the mini-cooler that keeps Chad corralled on his side of the back seat. Out of touching range, but apparently not far enough to dampen the annoyance factor. Of course, after twenty years of friendship, Jared knows that Chad can douche at you at thirty paces. Really the barricade has to be more symbolic than anything else.

“Aw, come on, girl,” Chad says smugly. “You know you love it.”

That provokes a flurry of scuffling behind him, complete with Sophia’s muttered “How dare you talk to me like that”s and a muffled squeak that Jared is never ever letting Chad forget. Mike glances in the rearview and then over at Jared who shrugs and takes a deep swig of his cooling coffee. Content to let them have at it, Mike shrugs back and lets loose a blinding grin. Jared finds himself smiling back and ducking when, somehow, Chad’s flailing puts his foot directly in Jared’s left ear.

Jared isn’t entirely sure what all that’s about. Just a few weeks ago, Sophia Bush had been dysfunctionally happy trading good-natured jabs with Chad, squirreling him away in her dorm room for weekends and slowly worming her way into his group of friends like she belonged there. Nobody in their small, tight-knit group had seemed to know what to do with her: she was bitchy, brunette and beautiful, a ball of fun at parties with a laugh that lit up a room. The general consensus seemed to be “Why Chad?” Even Kristen loved her. Milo had summed it up best when he’d declared that when they broke up and the inevitable “friend split” happened, he was picking Sophia. Of course, Milo had split before Chad and Sophia had.

It’s about the time Sophia has hold of Chad by his spiky blonde hair and Mike is laughingly threatening to turn this car around, that Jared really starts regretting letting his best friend talk him out of bed and into the car this morning.

I've been waiting for this story to be finished and posted for a long time and I was there when [Bad username or site: celtic_cookie / @ livejournal.com] got all excited about it and then had ME all excited about it and then she finally DID post it and it was just as great as I expected it to be and I advise EVERYONE to read this 'cause it makes you feel like you're on a vacation, too no matter how rainy the day outside may be. It's funny and adorable and a must-read. And what I love a lot about this: [Bad username or site: celtic_cookies / @ livejournal.com] pays attention to her minor characters AND did a lot of research to get the details right. Guys, that's devotion to your work on the highest level and it HAS to be honored so GO AND READ NOW!




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Outtake

Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Author: juice817
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: Domestic!Boys
Word Count: ~ 1,600

Jared wakes Jensen up when he gets home. And then there is sex.

Jensen felt so good. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or awake, and quite frankly didn't care. A huge hand slid slowly over his skin, memorizing each imperfection as if those long fingers didn't already know every last nick or dent or spot. He could feel his lips curve and he sighed and shifted into the touch. "Jay," he murmured, no hint of question, and heard a familiar wordless rumble in response.

Somewhat reluctantly - he'd been asleep, and his eyes wanted to stay shut - he slowly blinked up at Jared, who was stretched out next to him and propped up on one elbow. "Hey."

"Hey." The corner of Jared's mouth kicked up in response. Fortunately, his hand didn't stop stroking.

"You're late."

Jared shrugged. "Took longer to wrap than Kim expected."

Jensen's faint welcoming smile widened into a grin. "Couldn't stop laughing?"

"Not my fault!" Jared's voice was slightly indignant, but his expression turned sheepish. After a moment of silence he added, "not entirely." His own smile widened, turned mischievous, and his index finger began to lazily circle one of Jensen's nipples. Jensen's breath caught at the light touch. Jared knew his body too well, knew the things that would drive him slowly crazy. Knew his nipples were incredibly sensitive. Knew it still sort of embarrassed him. Didn't embarrass him enough to make Jared stop, though. He wasn't stupid.

It's probably no secret that I fangirl [Bad username or site: juice817 / @ livejournal.com] like mad and that I listen to practically every podfic she ever records because I just love her voice and narrating and then I saw this story somehwere and had to read it and yeah, I like that one a lot because I love domestic!boys and I can imagine them actually having this kind of conversation *adjusts tin hat*




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Smooth(ie) Operator

Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R
Author: __tiana__
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff
Keywords: Domestic!Boys, Schmoop
Word Count: ~ 800

Jared has a foolproof plan for making Jensen more cheerful and awake in the morning. Well, almost foolproof. Domestic schmooop.

Jared heard Jensen knocking around the upstairs, muffled crashes and swears. He grinned to himself at Jensen’s ‘wake-up routine’ as he’d come to know it in the week since he had moved in. It mostly consisted of Jensen hitting the snooze button 87 times in a row before falling directly out of bed and onto the floor, then navigating down the hall with all the grace of a malfunctioning bumper car.

Then, he would hear the water come on in the shower, a bit more bumping around and that’s when Jared was hit with the mental image of Jensen standing under the spray, naked and gleaming, water running fast and slick down his body and...

Jared coughed, ran his hand through his hair. Right. Innocent.

Well, what can I say? After we found that they're living together I just had to read some Domestic!Boys stories ... And this one is funny and adorable ...




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Probably

Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R
Author: memphis86
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff
Keywords: Domestic!Boys, Schmoop
Word Count: ~ 2,550

Because food tastes better off his plate.

And after the seventh crew member on the set gives Jared a cocked head and an odd, curious stare, he knows something's got to be up.

"Jensen," Jared calls out when he gets back to the house. Jensen finished his shots earlier that day, so he's already crashed out on the couch, watching his DVDs of Bones.

"Yeah?" Jensen answers back, and Jared flops over the side of the couch, head in the tumbled lanky mess of his arms and hair and the random couch pillows.

"What's wrong with my face?"

Jensen snorts, "People can see it."

"Har, har. No really."

"Forrrreheeeeead of dooooom," Jensen coos snarkily and Jared finishes climbing over the back of the couch onto the sofa itself. He shoves and wriggles and just generally invades Jensen's space until he can get his ass on the couch.

"People kept looking at me funny today," Jared says, staring at the TV and tangling his legs with Jensen's. Fucker doesn't ever give him enough room.

"Oh yeah? I didn't notice anything."

"No, it's like, everything would be normal, I'd say 'hi, how was your summer' and then we chitchat, what's new, blah blah, Jensen's my roommate now actually, and like, weird stares." Jared quirks his mouth, "Huh. Maybe it has something to do with that."

Jensen laughs, "You think?"

"I mean, we're friends, we've known each other a long time and we work together and carpool and practically live in each other's pockets already, right? What's so strange about that?"

"Right, I mean, just because you and Sandy broke it off, and I'm gay now, it doesn't mean anything's going on between us," Jensen says, taking a sip of beer.

Oh man, I laughed so many times reading things. And I awwwed a lot of times, too. This is just so sweet and I KNOW another Domestic!Boys story!




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A Simple Touch of You.

Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Author: memphis86
Warnings: none
Genre: Romance, First Time
Keywords: Oblivious!Jared, unrequitted love
Word Count: ~ 8,898

Jensen has this thing for Jared and Jared has no clue.

“Last one to score buys the beer, bitches!” Jared called out as he run past with the ball.

Jensen choked on the mouthful of water he’d just been about to swallow. Jared had his shirt off and it was hanging out the back of his shorts. And there were just miles and miles of goddamned sunkissed skin and Jensen didn’t know how to process it all.

When the fuck did Jared decide it would be a good idea to strip half naked? For fuck’s sake it was freezing out here!

“Jensen? Are you playing or are you just gonna stand there clutching your bottle all day?” Mike asked and Jensen hated him a little for it. “Come on, this is my last chance to hang out with you guys here in good ol’ Vancouver and your pretty pouting is ruining my soccer fu!”

“Fuck off!” Jensen spat out over his shoulder at Mike.

See, usually I don't read WIPs because I hate to have to wait for the end BUT since it's Zoe whom I love and fangirl I started reading this one and now I cannot wait to get the second part (which she promised will be up soon!) ... Until then you can go read it and cheer her on, okay? And also: Look at [Bad username or site: nyaubaby / @ livejournal.com]'s art for this story, mkay?




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A Stuffed Giraffe

Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG
Author: hd_obsession
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff
Keywords: Schmoop
Word Count: 607

Jensen wants a family and hopes Jared does too.

Jared and Jensen have been married for two years and it still feels like they’ve only been dating a couple of months. Jensen hopes it stays that way, he doesn’t ever want his relationship with Jared to get old and repetitive. He wants it to remain new and different and he wants them to be with each other forever, though he’d refuse to say that out loud because he knows Jared would mock him forever.

He does think its time for a different kind of change though. For the past couple of weeks he has been thinking of a very huge yet very tiny type of change, a baby. He’s always loved kids and he had always thought that he would get married and have a couple of kids one day. But that changed when he met Jared, and he doesn’t regret anything but he knows that he still wants kids and hopefully he can have them with Jared. Not physically of course, because contrary to popular belief he is not a girl.

He has to talk it over with Jared though, and he’s not exactly sure Jared’s feelings on the subject. Sure, in the broadest sense, he knows Jared wants a family, but Jensen’s not positive on whether he wants one now and with him. Hopefully it is with him, because Jared’s not one to just leave Jensen and Jensen knows how much Jared loves him. One thing he doesn’t know is if Jared has thought of having a family with him, if that has ever crossed his mind.

You remember that I rec'd [Bad username or site: hd_obsession / @ livejournal.com]'s Five Times Jared Couldn’t Resist Kissing Jensen? This is kinda part of it and very very adorable.




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I've made up your mind

Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Author: thenyxie
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Keywords: Schmoop, Mechanic!Jensen, Photographer!Jared, Hand!Kink
Word Count: 607

Jensen’s a mechanic who leads a relatively quiet life, Jared's a photographer who doesn't take "No" for an answer. When Jared comes into Jensen's garage with a car that doesn’t have anything wrong with it--three times--Jensen finally gets a clue and asks Jared out. But when Jensen has to cancel the date, he finds out Jared’s not so easily deterred.

Jensen knows there’s a lot of innuendo to be made of car language. But after working in the shop the last three years and hearing it at least a hundred times a day, he’s stopped paying attention to it.

Jared has a way of making everything sound dirty, and Jensen’s pretty sure it’s intentional. Take a look under my hood, check my oil. That little smirk, the smiling, fox-slanted curve of his eyes. He’s not Jensen’s usual type. Too tall, too broad. Jensen generally likes men about his own size, a little less bulky than Jared is.

Jared’s standing close behind him, watching. Jensen hates that, hates people watching him while he works. He’s half tempted to send Jared away like he would anyone else--out to the office to get a coke and watch some TV until Jensen’s done here. It’s mid-summer and the fans in the shop aren’t doing much good against the oppressive Texas heat. He’s dripping sweat, covered in engine grease and he’s not exactly feeling at his most charitable.

OMG HAND!PORN GUYS! And Jensen's dirty very often and Jared's appreciating his beauty and I know I said I wanted to crawl inside the other story of [Bad username or site: thenyxie / @ livejournal.com] up there in the Sam/Dean recs but DAMN I want to clone myself to be able to crawl into this one, too!


Here we go with audiofic!



Things I Learned My Freshman Year Of College

Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Author: ashley
Reader: celtic_cookie
Warnings: none
Genre: Romance
Keywords: College Verse, AU
Length: 06:47:43
Word Count: 2,424

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Jared's freshman year is really going to be interesting..

“Hi, I’m Kristen. I get to welcome you to Texas University. I’m the RA on the fifth floor. My job today is to go over this great list of rules for you so that when you get caught breaking them, you can’t claim ignorance. Yes, I know it’s boring and you could care less, but you only have to hear this once and I have to say it fifty times, so you guys are totally winning.”

Jared figured he was kind of right before when he guessed that they were going to have to sign their lives away as he listened to Kristen tell them about all kinds of rules he fully intended to break.

“Okay, and now seriously, no explosives, guys. Please try to actually not break that one.”

Kristen pointed out the place for them to sign their souls away before directing them to the next table.

“Think he’d hate me all year if I tried to rub his head for luck?” Allie whispered in Jared’s ear as the guy behind the table waited for Jared to get all her bags moved with them.

“I’m the third floor RA if you’d like to try that out in my room later.” The guy smirked as Allie’s cheeks turned the color of the red index cards on the table.

“Mike, stop perving on the freshman.” The RA at the next table reached over, swatting him on the arm.

“You know I was going to let you have the other one, but if you’re going to be like that.”

When the other man ignored him, Mike turned back to Jared and Allie and pushed the red index cards at them.

“Okay, these little cards are what we use to look up who you want us to call when you get drunk and fall out your window. I suggest you list your parents. I know you may not want them to know you got drunk and fell out your window. But they have the insurance and the money and I promise that they’ll get over the whole drunk thing once they hear about the window thing.”

As Jared and Allie finally got to the last table, Jared was trying to figure out how he could talk his dad into carrying all Allie’s stuff to her room. How much did he really need a friend anyway? Besides, Allie was already drooling all over the guy at the table, so he guessed he was wrong in his hope that he’d be rid of his virginity by Christmas break. If all the upperclassmen looked like this, he’d still be very much not screwed.

I love that story. It's funny and has great plot and it's exactly what you need when you got an afternoon full of cleaning and alphabetizing ahead of you.




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No one loves me (not like you do)

Pairing: Sams/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: fleshflutter
Reader: ifyouweremine
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: multiple Sams
Length: 00:13:00
Word Count: 1,704

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Multiple Sams ...

If Dean could just think, if he could just get his head together for a fucking second and think-

Sam's hands are on his shoulders, keeping him pressed down onto the motel-bed mattress, while Sam kneels astride his chest and lets him suck on his hard, wet (fucking perfect) cock, and Sam's tongue is licking his ass open.

Dean can't even breathe, how the hell is he s'posed to think?

SMOKIN' I'M TELLING YOU!!




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Phtonus in Lethe

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: leonidaslion
Reader: juice817
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP, First Tine
Keywords: Size!Kink, D/S!kink, power play, public sex
Length: 00:32:05
Word Count: 6,094

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There's only so much jealousy a guy can take, and Sam's reached his limit ...

“Wow,” the kid says. “I mean, uh.” He clears his throat, visibly gathering himself together, and then offers, “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Yeah, just moved here,” Dean tells him. Then, because he’s on a case and people are getting eviscerated, he smiles and takes the kid’s hand. “Azrael Abyss.”

“Raven Nightshade,” the kid answers without missing a beat. It figures that he’s too young to have seen that particular SNL skit.

Dean lets his hand linger, index finger tracing along ‘Raven’s’ wrist when he finally pulls back. It’s a harmless flirtation, and he needs information. Besides, the kid looks like his night could use a little rush.

Raven’s eyes brighten at the touch, which Dean is expecting, and then he asks, “Can I buy you a drink?” which Dean most definitely is not.

His mouth quirks at the thought of what Sam would say if he answered yes. Oh, count the ways it would be illegal. After a brief pause, he hedges, “You got a fake ID or something?”

Raven laughs. “I’m twenty one, man. Of age and completely legal. Also clean, in case you’re wondering.”

All of a sudden Dean’s the one who’s filled with a hot rush of embarrassment because, um, awkward.

“Do you blush like that all over?” Raven asks, smirking. He edges closer. Dean might have as many as ten seconds left before Raven works up to trying to kiss him. His mind searches frantically for some way to diffuse the situation because, legal or not, the kid still looks way too fucking young for him.

Also: definitely not gay. Not even a little. Flirtation in pursuit of information is one thing. Full on making out with another guy—one who probably doesn’t even know anything useful—is another.

As he opens his mouth to make some kind of bullshit excuse, Dean takes a step back and runs into a brick wall where there wasn’t one before. On second thought, walls aren’t warm. And they sure as hell don’t have arms to wrap possessively around his stomach and chest.

“He’s with me,” Sam rumbles.

The words vibrate down Dean’s spine. He takes a surprised breath and feels his mesh shirt catch and pull against his brother’s. Feels Sam’s skin underneath the mesh, burning like the midsummer asphalt.

Not that he’s thinking about Sam’s skin.

Clearly a classic and now read out loud by my favorite [Bad username or site: juice817 / @ livejournal.com] ... You just have to listen to it just like you have to listen to the sequel


On Phtonus's Altar

Also read by [Bad username or site: juice817 / @ livejournal.com]

Length: 01:25:50
Word Count: 16,421

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Sam makes good on his promises ... and then some.

By the time they get back to the motel, Dean feels more guilty and awkward than horny. Sam is sprawled out in the passenger seat, radiating heat and hunger. He hasn’t touched Dean since they got in the car, but he keeps staring. When Dean shifts awkwardly, Sam licks his lips like a cat that has just gotten its first taste of cream.

He’s doing it on purpose: bitch knows that Dean has great peripheral vision.

So yeah, Dean is uncomfortably hard against the leather of his pants as he pulls into an empty spot a few spaces down from their room. He’s only human, after all. On the other hand, with Sam keeping his distance, his brain has actually started working again and images of Sam as a kid keep superimposing themselves on the road.

Sam with jelly smeared across his face. Sam bent almost in half with his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he works through his arithmetic homework and Sam with baby fat and skinned knees. Then, as if that’s not enough, Sam as a fucking baby. All of it conspiring to remind him that Sam is his kid brother—key word there being brother—who he’s supposed to watch out for.

But the topper on what’s already a pretty crappy situation is the sneaking suspicion that, deep down, he does want this. Because Dean can tell himself as much as he wants that his body is having a natural reaction to a hot guy eye-fucking him—a hot guy who just had his hands all over (inside) his body—but that doesn’t make it true. He’s straight. He’s straight as a fucking arrow and the only reason that he’s turned on right now is that it’s Sam, and Sam has always somehow managed to defy category.

Oh God, he’s in love with his baby brother.

“You’re freaking out,” Sam says.

Dean considers denying it and then realizes that if there is ever a time for a deep, heartfelt, chick flick moment, it’s now.

I highly advise you to NOT listen to this while riding your bike 'cause uhm ... people on the street might look at you weirdly ... Trust me.




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Under Hill

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: astolat
Reader: twilight_angel
Warnings: none
Genre: First Time
Keywords: AU, Amnesia, Elves
Length: 01:03:38
Word Count: 10,120

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"Can't we just kill a bunch of elves without having to talk about our feelings?" Dean said.

He was sitting in a car. That was the first moment, and it stood alone. The car was running, slow purr of the engine, pulled off onto the right shoulder. His eyes were watering a little. It was a bright, cloudy day, lots of glare off the pavement. Light traffic was going by on the highway, whipping by fast. A big eighteen wheeler went by with a groan, and the car rocked a little in the draft. There was someone else in the car, a big guy with sloppy hair, staring out the windshield with the corner of his mouth tucked in and down in a confused frown.

"Uh," he said to the big guy, "do I know you?"

The guy looked over blankly. "I don't know, do you?"

They went through their wallets and the glove compartment and found a dozen names, none of which stuck. They opened the trunk; aside from the hidden compartment full of guns and knives, and jugs of gasoline and salt and water, they also found a bag with maybe thirty more: FBI badges, sheriff stars, police licenses, hospital IDs. He fanned them out in both hands and held them out. "Pick a card?" Sloppy-hair just gave him a look that said come on, take this seriously for five minutes. "Yeah, okay." He tossed them all back into the bag.

I usually am not that big a fan of amnesia!stories but I still like this one. Might be because I'm [Bad username or site: astolat / @ livejournal.com]'s fangirl ... Anyway, this one is cute and you all should at least listen to it once!




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Carry Me Over The Sky

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: killabeez
Reader: juice817
Warnings: none
Genre: First Time
Keywords: chick flick moment, talking about feelings
Length: 00:54:27
Word Count: 10,120

Text

The storm broke just over the Arkansas border. It had been building between them since Dad -- maybe a lot longer than that -- but just the fact that Sam would ask what he'd asked was a storm warning of sorts, and Dean wasn't really surprised when Sam reached over in the middle of "Iron Man" and turned off the stereo.

He felt the heat of Sam's disapproving stare practically burning a hole in the side of his head.

"This is a joke to you, is that it?"

Dean grimaced, tasting brimstone on the back of his tongue. "Trust me, I'm not laughin'."

"No? Well, good, 'cause that makes two of us."

Dean's hands tightened on the wheel. "What do you want from me, Sam?"

"What do I want from you? Oh, I don't know, Dean. I can't imagine. How about a straight answer, for once?"

Dean shot him a look of frustration. Bastard wasn't gonna let this go. "Come on, Sam, that's not fair. I told you what happened."

"Yeah, well, don't do me any favors, all right?"

The bitter note Sam didn't bother to suppress pushed Dean past the last edge of his patience. "No wonder Dad could never talk to you," he muttered, knowing even as he said it that he was over the line.

It took Sam a few seconds to manage an answer, and when it came, his voice was low, tight with betrayal. "That's a new low, even for you."

Dean said nothing. He swallowed, feeling queasy with it. The yellow lines on the blacktop slid by in the glow of the headlights, endless and unchanging.

Very VERY intense! Again from my favorite narrator [Bad username or site: juice817 / @ livejournal.com] and you just have to listen to this.

Done that, too. Now I have three video recs to share



Your warming smile

Created by [Bad username or site: maichan808 / @ livejournal.com]

I've been in love with that song ever since [Bad username or site: sophie_448 / @ livejournal.com]'s story To Wake A Captive Dreamer and now there's a video made by [Bad username or site: maichan808 / @ livejournal.com] whom I fangirl, too and THIS CANNOT BECOME ANY BETTER!!


For You To Be Mine

Created by [Bad username or site: proofpudding / @ livejournal.com]

This one is very, VERY beautiful. I almost cried watching it. There cannot be said anything else except: GO WATCH NOW!


Mad About You

created by Thandie777


I like that song and I kinda like the editting even though I think that sometimes it's a little fast. Still a great video worth your time ;o)


And finally some art!



Manips by [Bad username or site: stawberynvanila / @ livejournal.com]. Mostly Jensen/Dean. Some NSFW!

Blend/Wallpaper/Icon Manip by [Bad username or site: ignited / @ livejournal.com] Gosh, those are pretty and I have the Dean icon and that wallpaper ... Just really, really mindblowing art!

Antichrist!Dean with wings b< [Bad username or site: dreamlittleyo / @ livejournal.com] ... Very delicious and maybe PG because he wears no shirt ...

Another pretty Dean by [Bad username or site: shoiryu / @ livejournal.com]. Again PG because no shirt ...

Green Around The Edges by [Bad username or site: nerrianah / @ livejournal.com] ... Guys, that's the Sick!Verse by [Bad username or site: writeatmidnight / @ livejournal.com] as a comic and you really should read that story and look that art 'cause it's awesome!

Wallpapers and banners Pt 1 and Part 2 by [Bad username or site: madeira / @ livejournal.com]. Very gorgeous work and before [Bad username or site: ignited / @ livejournal.com] came along I used one of her wallpapers!

Digital Painitng from a 4x01 scene by [Bad username or site: winchesterxgirl / @ livejournal.com]. Click, follow the instructions, stare in awe!

And last but not least:

Dean/Castiel by [Bad username or site: oatmeal_queen / @ livejournal.com] and it's Coloured version by [Bad username or site: glorify / @ livejournal.com]. You just gotta love her talent and her art. Gorgeous work. I wish I could draw like that!



Alright. This took half the day to code and if you guys want you can check out my Delicious Account or my Fic Rec Tag. I hope you'll enjoy some of the things and please feel free to report errors or broken links or anything else you want to say ;o)