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Skinning Schrodinger's Cat by lyra_wing (NC-17)
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gloryliberty here, and I'll be running the van for Supernatural this month! If my fic memories are any indication of what I enjoy, then there might be plenty of Wincest thrown around. I will do my best to represent both slash and het, 'cause let's face it... the het's hot too. ;)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Author on LJ:lyra_wing
Author Website: Journal Memories
Why this must be read: Time travelling Sammy! This fandom has opened up my eyes to a lot of different parings: genderswitch, incest... take your pick. Lyra here did something really nifty here... turning the younger brother into the older.
That's hot.
Dean absently hums CCR, not thinking about anything really, as he digs farther down into the earth. He gets in this weird headspace when he's digging, sort of on autopilot, so when someone standing above him says:
"With all the graves we dig up, they should call us Nakir and Munkar."
Dean, not pausing in his shovelling, smirks and replies, "Bifrons, more like," before he realizes that Sam isn't supposed to be here. Sam is back at the apartment, studying.
In less time than it takes to blink, Dean tosses the shovel aside and pulls out his handgun, aiming up at the shadow standing over the side of the grave. "Who are you? And you better talk fast."
"Sam," says the figure. It's hard to make out the features of his face, which is hidden in shadow, silhouetted against the starlight and moonlight. "Jesus, put the gun down, Dean. It's me."
For a second, Dean believes him. It's Sam.
Isn't it?
Skinning Schrodinger's Cat
gloryliberty here, and I'll be running the van for Supernatural this month! If my fic memories are any indication of what I enjoy, then there might be plenty of Wincest thrown around. I will do my best to represent both slash and het, 'cause let's face it... the het's hot too. ;)Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Author on LJ:
lyra_wingAuthor Website: Journal Memories
Why this must be read: Time travelling Sammy! This fandom has opened up my eyes to a lot of different parings: genderswitch, incest... take your pick. Lyra here did something really nifty here... turning the younger brother into the older.
That's hot.
Dean absently hums CCR, not thinking about anything really, as he digs farther down into the earth. He gets in this weird headspace when he's digging, sort of on autopilot, so when someone standing above him says:
"With all the graves we dig up, they should call us Nakir and Munkar."
Dean, not pausing in his shovelling, smirks and replies, "Bifrons, more like," before he realizes that Sam isn't supposed to be here. Sam is back at the apartment, studying.
In less time than it takes to blink, Dean tosses the shovel aside and pulls out his handgun, aiming up at the shadow standing over the side of the grave. "Who are you? And you better talk fast."
"Sam," says the figure. It's hard to make out the features of his face, which is hidden in shadow, silhouetted against the starlight and moonlight. "Jesus, put the gun down, Dean. It's me."
For a second, Dean believes him. It's Sam.
Isn't it?
Skinning Schrodinger's Cat
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