Fic: Famous Last Words - Sam/Dean (1/1)

Oh, internets. I miss you.

Roomie's parental unit and aunt are visiting. And man, it's like having zombies in the house. Except not the thrilling (totally not saying fun here, because unlike SOME people whose name begins with S and ends with era, zombies are terrifying in that way that happens when you never have a flamethrower in your back pocket) kind of zombie that tries to eat you, but the one that just sits there and drools. A lot. So it's just gross and inconvenient.

Yup. That about sums it up. Gross and inconvenient.

I'm pretty busy these days, between work, running, set-stalking and night classes coming up, so I haven't been wallowing in fandom as much as I want. Which is honestly 24/7, but you know. Whatever. XD I also have this fear that fandom is slowing down, or something. Is it just me whose noticed the lack of recs and stuff? Or is it just my want is overwhelming the output? This is highly possible.

And I haven't really celebrated my birthday yet (waiting for the plague upon my house to lift tonight, TONIGHT, FINALLY), but I blasted through the flist Monday and saw all the wishes and THANK YOU. :D Cheered me right up. I said thanks to a couple people already, but because I'm me, I'm sure I missed someone, so again with the THANK YOU.

Which brings me to: It's my birthday~ and I'll post porn if I want to~ post porn if I want to~! Never mind that it's not my birthday anymore. I fully subscribe to the week-long celebrations thing. Dean has cake (thanks to dragyn), he's happy. :D

...except this isn't really porn, per se. I've got some of that, but this is more of the evil-twin-asked-for-it-and-I'm-a-slave-to-her-desires kinda fic. Which is still insanely awesome, 'cause, y'know, graverobbing. And stuff.

Just say you love me and it'll all be okay.

Famous Last Words
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~1500 words. Underage.
It's rare enough that he wants to tag along on a regular salt and burn that no way was Dean telling him no.

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