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Like a Fool (Preview)

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Written: 25.04.10

Words: 1,154

White Collar Fanfiction, General

“Has anyone else seen this report?”

Nancy, the new DNA analyst, blinked in surprise at Peter’s question, “Um… I-I don’t think so.”

Jones came into the conference room then, shaking his head, “He’s not at his desk.”

“Damn it, Neal!” Peter was out of his seat and rubbing a hand down his face in the next instant. He took a not-so-calming deep breath before bringing his eyes back to the doorway, “Jones, pull up his tracking data.”

“On it.”

Peter rounded back to the new girl, who was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, “Are you sure Caffrey didn’t see this?”

“I-I…” Nancy’s eyes were wide and she cast her gaze down to the table.

Peter raised his eyebrows, and when she just let her voice trail off, he flashed an exasperated expression to Diana.

Diana got up from her chair and walked the few steps closer to the pair, leaning her hands on the table, “Look, you’re not in trouble. We just need to know if Neal saw the document.”

Nancy began to chew her lower lip at that, and purposefully kept her gaze on the table in front of her.

“Nancy,” Peter did his best to soften his tone, “Neal has a tendency to do…” Peter flicked his eyes up to Diana for a moment, “reckless things when it comes to protecting the people he cares about. This report is for a suspect in his best friend’s murder.”

Nancy’s fingers twirled into the end of her sweater, a small smile on her face, “He did seem… kind of intense.”

“So you did talk to him?”  Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her nod, “When?”

“H-he, um, he brought me coffee a little while ago, but I-”

Peter was across the conference room in the next instant, “Diana, get a team to Boyle’s house.”

“You got it, boss.”

Jones nearly bumped into Peter as he came flying out of the doorway, “Whoa, sorry. The tracking map for Caffrey’s anklet was blank.”

“What?” That stopped Peter in his tracks, “Why?”

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Just Hang On (Preview)

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Written: 25.03.13

Words: 810

Wee!Chesters, Funny

Why would Sammy lock the door? He knew I was coming back.

After a minute of searching, Dean triumphantly pulled his key out of his pocket, a few loose receipts floating to the ground with the action.

He was on the other side of the door, setting down his prize and drink in the next moment, ears perking as he heard a strained groan float through the darkness.

Dean wasted no time in re-locking the door before flicking on the light, “Sammy? Everything okay?”

The blonde blinked his eyes as the room flooded with light, brows furrowing as he didn’t find his brother.

Where…? His question cut off as he saw the closed bathroom door. He shook his head and took off his jacket, barely getting it onto the hanger before hearing another groan.

Dean wasted no time in making his way over to the bathroom door. He didn’t even need to press his ear to it to hear more pained moaning.

“Sammy?” He gently knocked, “You okay in there?”

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Clean As Overtime (Preview)

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Written: 24.01.31

Words: 1,053

Destiel (Implied), Fluff

“Do you know how much it costs to have marble counters redone?”

“Okay,” Dean stepped out from between the twins to grab his husband by the wrist, dragging him toward the kitchen door, “you guys keep going, I’m gonna talk to Dad alone for a minute.” Once they were through the door, the smile slid off his face, and he raised his eyebrows, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Cas gestured to the closed door, “They’re-”

“Having fun?” Dean searched his lover’s face, “Since when do you care so much about how messy the kitchen is, anyway?”

“Since I-” Cas suddenly cut himself off then, eyes going wide as he seemingly realized whatever the end of his sentence was going to be. He took in a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes, “Never mind.”

Dean rolled his eyes at that, “Just tell me.”

The ex-angel winced and shook his head, keeping his eyes closed, “You’re not gonna like it.”

“I don’t like a lot of things, Cas.” Dean chuckled and took a step closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm, “Hey.” After getting him to open his eyes, he searched his face again, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

Cas chewed his bottom lip for a moment at that, brows pulling down as he considered the offer. After a too-long moment, he nodded, “O-okay.” He took a step backward again – out of the blonde’s reach – and crossed his arms over his chest, casting his gaze to the ground, “So, remember how excited I was at the crazy deal I got on the renovation?”

“Yeah, the company you found did it for like, less than half of all the other guys, right?”

“Y-yeah! Yeah,” Cas let out a defeated breath and cast his gaze to the floor, “Well apparently… there was a reason they were doing renos so cheap.”

“I don’t-” The realization hit Dean like a bolt of lightening and he shook his head, “No.”

Cas backed up another step at the change in tone and nodded, “Yeah…turns out they weren’t an actual company.”

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Feather and Bone (Preview)

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Written: 24.07.01

Words: 1,130

Hallucifer, C2C

“Sam!”

Dean’s yell instinctively made the giant duck, which was the right call as a shotgun blast exploded over the space his head just was.

His wild eyes were scanning the room for his brother before the shrapnel finished falling. He spotted the blonde running toward him from the hallway, brows furrowed with concentration and anger as he hastily refilled his gun.

“Aw, see? Told you he’d come.”

Lucifer’s voice brought the giant’s attention to the back wall once again, brain scrambling to make sense of the monster brains that were splattered across the floor.

Sam straightened up cautiously, “I-it was real?”

Lucifer cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow, “You thought I’d sick an imaginary monster on you?”

“Hey!”

His brother’s hand clasping his shoulder made him jump, but he didn’t dare let his eyes off the devil.

If it was real, that means that he… Sam swallowed thickly and started shaking his head, “Y-you can’t be-”

“Are you deaf?” The rough tug on his chin finally got his eyes on his older brother, “We need to go, now!”

Sam opened his mouth to rebuttal, or ask a question – something – but no sound came out. Watching his brother start back toward the door was all the incentive the giant needed to follow suit.

It took all the strength he had not to look back over his shoulder.

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No Kind of Plan (Preview)

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Written: 22.10.21

Words: 527

General

Prompt: Toasted Marshmallow Day (Aug. 30th)

“Ah,” Dean let out a content sigh as he watched the flames on the pyre in front of them flicker against the dark sky.

Sam snorted and shook his head, “Only you could be happy watching a body burn.”

“Pfft, please,” The blonde waved a dismissive hand before making the short trip over to the car, opening the backseat door, “how could you not be happy knowing there’s one less Wendigo running around?”

“I still think it’s weird you built a pyre for it.”

“Oh, sure,” Dean rolled his eyes as he leaned forward, digging the cooler off the floor, “next time I’ll just let the forest catch on fire.”

“That’s not-”

“Didn’t they teach you fire safety at Stanford?”

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Nothing But You (Preview)

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This is the last fic in the Unlearning Series!

Started; 22.01.15

Finished: 22.01.19

Words: 3,955

Destiel (Implied), Sabriel (Implied), Crobby, C2C, Unlearning Series Fic #10

“I thought you were gonna drop it?”

Dean sputtered, gesturing to the bedroom, “Dropping it isn’t the same as giving him my blessing.”

Cas rolled his eyes, plopping himself down on the bed, letting out an annoyed groan. He’d been trying to talk Dean into finally agreeing to let Crowley pop the question for weeks – to no avail. Hell, all of them – him, Sam, even Gabriel had tried, but Dean was nothing if not stubborn. And when Dean Winchester had made up his mind about something, he was hard pressed to change it.

Not that it stopped them all from trying. None of them could understand why the blonde was being so stubborn. Crowley had saved his life – same as Gabriel – but that apparently didn’t matter. Dean just wasn’t budging.

“Are you forgetting he saved you?”

“Oh, please!” Dean crinkled his nose, waving a dismissive hand at the angel, “I’m so sick of hearing that! It’s not like I asked him to save me!”

Cas felt the anger bubble up in his chest again, and he rose from the bed, “So you would’ve been just as happy if he didn’t? If that demon had killed you, oh well?”

“No, Cas, you know that’s not what I mean!” Dean scrubbed a hand through his hair, whole body tense, why can’t I make you understand? “It’s just-”

“What, Dean? He’s what?”

“H-he… he’s still….”

“Yeah…?”

“He’s still him!”

“He’s changed!”

“People don’t change!”

“But he’s not even a person!”

“Exactly!” Dean let out a humourless chuckle, “If people don’t change, demons for sure as shit aren’t gonna!”

Cas threw up his hands, “How can you still be so…. so you about this?” Cas forced himself to take a deep breath, and walked the few steps over to the now-retired hunter, “He makes Bobby happy. Don’t you think he deserves that?”

“Of course I do.” Dean’s tone was lowering to match the angel’s, even though his chest was still huffing, “I just don’t think Crowley is right for him.”

“Okay, fine. Then who would you pick?”

Dean blinked in surprise at his angel, “What?”

Cas gave him a pointed look, crossing his arms over his chest, “You think you can do a better job finding someone for Bobby? Go ahead, pick someone.”

“W-well,” Dean shifted his weight, “I… I don’t know anyone off the top of my head-”

“Uh-huh.”

The corner of the blonde’s mouth twitched, “You know what? Fine! I will find someone better for Bobby, and when I do, all you guys have to drop this.”

“Fine,” Cas stuck out his hand for them to shake on it, pulling the ex-hunter in close once their hands touched, “But if you can’t, you will give Crowley your blessing.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed, searching the angel’s face for a moment, before he nodded, “Deal.”

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A Lord and A Loser (Preview)

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Written: 20.06.23

Words: 575

Dexter, 2020’s Halloween Fic

This is my first Dexter fic! It’s written from a victims’ POV. I hope you enjoy!

You groan as you come to, rolling your head from one side to the other. Your eyes fly open as you try to stretch out your limbs and feel them restrained. You strain your neck to look at the bonds, what the hell? Is that… plastic?

“Oh good,” a tall man wearing an apron and gloves comes into your field of vision, “I was hoping you’d wake up soon.”

Your brows knit in confusion, “W-what’s going on?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and points to a blank wall, “Usually, I’d make sure you knew exactly why you’re here,” turns away, walking a few paces back out of your line of sight, returning a moment later holding a knife, “But we don’t have time for that.”

“P-please, I don’t-” you cut yourself off as he comes around your head, and you feel a sharp sting on your cheek, “Please, j-just let me go.”

He carefully gathers blood from the cut into a small bulb syringe, before squeezing it out onto a blood slide, “We both know I can’t do that.”

“I,” you swallow thickly, what is wrong with this guy? “I haven’t done anything. Please.”

A faint smile lights up his features as he stares at the slide for a moment. He stays silent, starring at it for a beat too long, and the boulder in your stomach grows. He blinks at you, refocusing his eyes on the now – face going back to being creepily blank as he pockets the slide, “I wouldn’t call killing three children ‘nothing’.”

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Second Wind (Preview)

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Started: 19.07.09

Finished: 20.06.08

Words: 776

Sam x Jess

“Why can’t you just-” Sam cut himself off, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, don’t say something you’ll regret.

“Whoa, calm down, Texas.” Jess unfolded her arms and took a step toward the giant, “It was just a salt and burn, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“That’s not the point.” The giant let her guide him down to the couch, “You shouldn’t be hunting alone.”

“Pfft, what?” Jess gave him an incredulous look, “So you get to go out on hunts alone, and I can’t go out at all?” At the giants’ semi-nod, she raised an eyebrow at him, “You better be joking.”

“Well… it’s not…. I mean, you’re not, y’know….” he let his voice trail off, casting his gaze down, how can I make you understand?

“Not what, Sam? A guy?” She scoffed, “Good luck making that argument to Ellen. Or Jody.”

He was shaking his head, getting up off the couch, “No, that’s not… they’re different -”

“So… what?” Jess followed him up, re-crossing her arms over her chest, “I can’t hunt because I don’t have anyone close to me who’s been killed by a monster?”

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Spread Your Wings (And Fly) – Preview

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Written: 20.06.02-20.06.05

Words: 3,071

Destiel, Teen!Chesters

Why did I offer to do this? Cas felt his stomach drop into his shoes as he approached his brother, who was sitting on top of the table, surrounded by pretty much the entire football team. I should get a fucking medal for having to endure them…

As he neared, Gabriel looked up, and they locked eyes – Gabriels’ narrowing and his expression immediately turning to barely veiled disgust. At the sudden change in demeanour, the other kids all turned, and nearly all had the same reaction. Whelp, guess I’m still an outcast, Cas snorted to himself, trying to keep the smile off his face.

“What do you want?”

Cas took in a deep breath, doing his best to steel himself for the upcoming conversation, “I need the homework for Ms. Abrahms’ class.”

Gabriel eyed him suspiciously, leaning back on his arm, “You’re not in her class.”

Cas did his best to ignore the snickers that came from his crew, and forced himself to hold eye contact, “I never said it was for me.”

“Ooohhh!” One of the jocks pounded the table, letting out a whistle, “Look who grew a back bone!”

Cas rolled his eyes, “Can I have it or not?”

Gabriel shared a look with the jock before nodding, mischievous smile on his face, “Sure, yeah. Chad here can get it for you.”

As the jock got up, Cas backed away, brows knitting together in confusion, “I-it’s not in your bag?”

His brother shook his head as the jock closed the distance, “No, I left it in my locker. He’ll take you.”

“I know where-” Cas cut himself off as he felt his feet leave the ground, seriously?

As Chad picked him up, he felt his face grow red as he was carried over to the trash can, being unceremoniously dumped into it.

Cas let out a heavy sigh as he heard the laughter and applause, why do I bother?

“Hey!”

Cas felt himself pale as he heard the voice, that sounds like-

“Winchester?”

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New Years (Preview)

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Started: 19.11.19

Finished: 19.11.25

Words: 1,854

Destiel, Sabriel, Sassy!Cas, 2019’s New Years Fic

“It’s ruined! Ruined! Why do bad things happen to good people? I’m a good person. Aren’t I a good person? Why? Why must I be punished?”

Dean came out of the kitchen, black smoke billowing out around him as he hurried in the direction of the smoke detector.

“Uh, is every–” the smoke alarm blared, cutting off the younger Winchesters’ question.

Dean took in a heavy sigh and waved a towel in front of it vigorously with both hands. Sam shot a look over to Gabriel before they sprung up, opening all the windows in the living room. Grabbing decorative pillows off the couch, they hustled over to help Dean wave away the smoke. Between the three of them, it wasn’t long before the thick haze began to clear and it looked like they might be able to salvage their evening.

And then the sprinklers went off.

Defeated, Dean scrubbed a hand through his now-wet hair, “Awesome.” Dropping the towel, he snagged a beer from the case on the coffee table in front of the couch. Twisting the cap off, he took a long pull from the bottle before making his way to the front door, disappearing outside.

“For the love of Liza Minnelli!” Cas stomped out of the kitchen, hair matting under the shower from the ceiling. He flicked some sopping hair out of his face as he spotted the two guests. He spread both arms wide, “Are you seeing this? Well, I hope everyone’s thirsty, because apparently? All we’re serving this evening is water. No, no champagne for us. We’re much too good for that.” He scrunched up his face in distaste, “Champagne, so boujee.” He flicked his sopping hair out of his eyes again, “So we’re trying something new. Isn’t that simply fabulous?” He laughed hysterically for a moment and then sobbed. His face crumbling into a pout, he put a hand over his heart, “I can’t. I can’t even. I mean, how am I meant to salvage this catastrophe? This would take more fabulous than the entire cast of Queer as Folk and The L Word combined. I could die. I could just die!”

Shoulders slumping, he ticked the items off on his fingers one-by-one, “Hors d’oeuvres? Burnt to a crisp! Wine? Out of stock. Out of stock. How could it be ‘out of stock’? It’s a ‘wine store’!” He rolled his eyes and then looked down at the floor, “And this. Just look at this. It’s like the last 2 minutes of the sinking of the Titanic in here. That’s it.” He threw his hands up into the air in defeat. “I’m done. I’m cancelling New Years!”

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