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  1. Public Bookmark 70

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    Gabriel doesn't know when Sam's joking which leads to a prank, which leads to some rather uncomfortable truths which then leads to a Talk and Sex. Not necessarily in that order.

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    14 Jun 2014

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    TBR. TBS.

  2. Public Bookmark *

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    In which Dean has the hots for a librarian named Cas, Cas may or may not have the hots for a mechanic named Dean, and Gabriel joins Sam in the peanut gallery in the hopes that he might just get to do a horizontal tango of his own.

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    05 Jun 2014

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    Sam studies him for a long moment, eyes narrowing. Finally he says, “Oh god, this isn’t some sort of unrequited love thing, is it? Are you pining? Don’t eat your feelings, Dean, I hear lovesickness goes straight to your thighs.”

    “Fuck you very much,” Dean retorts, taking a very pointed bite of cold macaroni. “I am fine.” He looks around and spies the tell-tale camo-print box on the counter. “But speaking of unrequited love, how’re things going with you and Mr. Sugar-Coma?”

    Sam goes pink. “Shut up. Just—shut up.”

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    “Get off my couch, bitch, and make me dinner. Work was shit and I demand meat so that I might taste the suffering of another creature and be comforted by it.”

    Sam scurries to his feet to avoid further injury and shakes his head in disbelief. “You are too weird to comprehend, you know that?”

    “I am a mystery to modern man,” Dean agrees. “Now make me chicken.”

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    “You are the worst commiserater ever, you know that?” Sam sighs. “That’s it, I’m going home to suffer alone.”

    “Bawww,” Gabriel snorts with a roll of his eyes. “Poor Sammy. Nobody understands your pain. Break out the eyeliner and the My Chemical Romance shirts, we’re heading back to 2004!”

    “Asshole!” Sam yelps, swatting at him. “See if I come here again!”

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    “He came home last night with Leaves of Grass,” Sam says, no small look of horror crossing his face. “My life is officially weird.”

    “Oh gross, not that book! One of my least favorites,” Gabriel grimaces.

    Sam is taken slightly aback. “You’ve read Walt Whitman?”

    “Actually, no,” Gabriel shrugs. “I was just trying that whole commiserating thing on for size. They didn’t really cover too much literature in culinary school. I can carve an apple into a swan in under a minute, though. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

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    “Shut up, both of you,” Dean snaps. “Can we go back to the part where you’re apparently dating?”

    “Would it help if we called it having loud, creative sex together instead of dating?” Gabriel asks, putting down his controller and smiling sweetly up at Dean.

    “No, not really,” Dean replies, looking more capable of murder by the minute. “When’d this happen?”

    “Uh...Friday?” Sam drawls, scrunching up his nose like he’s thinking about it.

    “Wait, so you’ve been...whatevering...the candy-dude for four days already and didn’t think it was a good idea to tell me?” Dean frowns, hackles going up.

    “Chill, man,” Sam says, putting down his controller as well. “I did tell you. Friday night. ‘Hey Dean, you’ll never guess what—,’ remember that?”

    “No.”

    Sam rolls his eyes. “Oh for—I told you about this! Your head was just too far up your own ass to pay attention, I guess. I thought it was weird that you ate my roasted asparagus without complaint.”

    Dean’s frown deepens. “I don’t remember that either.”

    Gabriel gives Sam a significant look, and Sam shrugs before addressing Dean again, “I dunno, dude, you came into the kitchen with your nose stuck in Waiting for Godot, grunted at me, and stole like half my dinner. You’ve been really out of it, man. I’m worried about you at the garage. I mean, if I was spacey, the most I’d have to worry about is a papercut or maybe stapling myself someplace painful. I’m afraid you’re gonna get a leg electric-sawed off.”

    Dean blinks. He still doesn’t remember that actually happening, but it sounds pretty plausible. He actually doesn’t remember much at all between Cas showing up at the garage and realizing he was nowhere to be found the next day except for a lot of absurdist shit like how Estragon complained that Vladimir stank of garlic and wondering if the carrot was really just and carrot and getting the sinking feeling that if Godot never came maybe nobody else ever would either. Forget Stephen King—fucking Samuel Beckett. And maybe he has been in something of a funk since Saturday. Shaking his head to clear out the fog, he mutters, “What? No, I’m fine, Sammy. It’s no big deal. I’m, uh, gonna go lie down for a while until dinner.” He levels a halfhearted glare at Gabriel. “Don’t you goddamn dare make a mess of my couch or so help me I’ll turn you inside out.”

    Gabriel raises an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t that just make more of a mess?”

    “Yeah, but that one’d be worthwhile,” Dean grumbles, stumbling off to his room.

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    “We went to the grocery while you were passed out,” Sam says, geekboy enthusiasm overtaking his former bitchiness. “Gabe showed me this little local-product market a few blocks over. It’s awesome. Oh man, you should see the fresh produce section, it’s absolutely gorgeous. They have like sixteen different kinds of squash, Dean!”

    Dean levels a flat look at Gabriel, who shrugs in a way that Dean is nearly certain means what can I do, squash gets him hot.

  3. Public Bookmark 15

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    In which Miss Hilary Thorpe and Gerald, Viscount St. George, freshly released from Oxford upon an unsuspecting Britain, try to do one of Hilary's friends a simple favour with disastrous consequences; Lady Winifred Wimsey tries her hand at detective work; and Charles Peter Parker, aged five-and-a-quarter, single-handedly repels the German invasion.

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    25 Apr 2014

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    TBR

  4. Public Bookmark 53

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    Callen helps Nell out of a dangerous situation which leads to the support staff being trained to protect themselves. Along the way, Nell and Callen grow close and she helps him learn to be himself.

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    25 Apr 2014

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  5. Public Bookmark *

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    It is a unique and somewhat unhelpful talent, but Stiles can fall asleep anywhere.

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    10 Apr 2014