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    "I mean, you’re–” He gestures at Cas, in his neat oxford shirt and nice pants. “–and I’m a high school dropout who tattoos for a living.”

     

    Wherein Dean makes a hefty living as a tattoo artist who owns the space next to Gabriel's cafe. Sam attends the local university. When Gabe's cousin comes to live with him while starting grad school at Sam's university, Dean thinks for sure that all his negative karma's coming to bite him in the ass because Cas clearly has a thing for Sam. No one would ever choose him over Sam. That's just logic.

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    10 May 2013

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    “You said you’d always believe.” He doesn’t mean to say it, but the words come out anyways, and then he’s screaming, into the winds, as loud as he can, because there’s no one left to hear anyways. “You promised that you’d always believe!”

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    18 Mar 2013

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    Dave takes Dirk out to a day at the nearby fair, filled with sweets, fun, and handjobs. What could be better?

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    8 Feb 2013

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    From the Rise of the Guardians Kinkmeme: 'Bunnymund/Jack Frost: There's more than one Pooka'

    Bunnymund learns to be careful what he wishes for. He may just get it.

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    22 Dec 2012

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    It was said that all nightmares were the work of Pitch Black, but even legend had it wrong sometimes. Pitch might control his created Nightmares and Fearlings, but even he had no control over the natural born nightmare. It was a creature so wild and erratic, that neither Sandman nor Pitch Black himself knew where it would strike, nor had any hope to control one.

    A boy, white-haired as fresh snow, slept curled beneath a thin blanket. No golden sand danced over his head and the boy slept on. This was what the nightmare hunted for, a sleeper, a dreamer, unprotected by the Sandman's sand.

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    6 Dec 2012