Holy crap, I am freakin' EXHAUSTED. Which is obviously my way of saying, 1) never let yourself get shanghaied into running for a half hour when you only signed up for twenty minutes, because let me tell you, those ten minutes make a big difference, and b) editing fic afterwards, when you're still brain-toasted, is probably not a good idea but if you're me, you're gonna end up doing it anyway.
Standing in the Middle of Yesterday
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~3500 words. Underage (ya hear that, LJ, UNDERAGE, 'cause you made me WANT it).
People always have secrets. Dean's problem is he keeps trying to give his away.
( Read me. )
Standing in the Middle of Yesterday
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~3500 words. Underage (ya hear that, LJ, UNDERAGE, 'cause you made me WANT it).
People always have secrets. Dean's problem is he keeps trying to give his away.
( Read me. )
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