First Hour by Merryish (PG)

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Hi, I'm brynnmck, and I'll be your SPN driver for October! Full disclosure: I signed up for this about a year and a half ago, and in the interim, my brain has sort of been eaten by another fandom and though I'm still watching SPN, I'm not reading much fic these days. However, in looking at some of the fics I have bookmarked, I still enjoy them as much now as I did when I first read them. And given how massively prolific this fandom is, and the short lifespan of posting/reccing on LJ, I thought it might be worthwhile to highlight a few fics from the not-so-distant past--hopefully you'll either get to enjoy something new to you, or rediscover an old favorite.

So. First up, we have...

Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: none (gen)
Length: 1000 words
Author on LJ: merryish
Author Website: Any Road
Why this must be read:

This was one of the first fics posted to spnflashfic, and it's possibly the most canonical-feeling Sam-leaves-for-Stanford fic I've ever read. Just absolutely dead-on voices for both boys, especially Dean, and not just their speech patterns, but the way they talk about things and around things and what they do when they can't say and how they sort of meet each other in the middle. And it's sweet and funny and poignant and touching and really amazingly awesome.

An excerpt:

"Dude," Sam says when Dean picks up. "Do your own laundry."

"What?"

"I said --" he starts, and then he really listens, hears the blast of wind and hair metal. "Turn off the damn music," he shouts into the phone, "and roll up the window!"

Dean shouts back, "What?" but after a second or two, the roar slides down to engine rumble and the music shuts off.

"Were you trying to stow away?" Sam asks kindly. "Because it would work better if you were actually in the shirt."

"Aww, you found it! You've got every stitch of clothing you own hung up in the closet or folded in a drawer, don't you."

Sam glares at the dresser across from his bed, then at his empty duffel bag. "Shut up."

"No, see, I read this article that said when you leave a puppy alone, you should give it something that smells like you, you know, something comforting. That way it doesn't cry like a little girl all night long."

Sam laughs. "You are such an asshole."

"Runs in my family."

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First Hour