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Friday Night Lights/Supernatural - Adult
Title: Riggins & Winchester by Bone and parts by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devilc They called it an accidental collaboration *g*
Pairing: Tim Riggins/Dean Winchester
Author on LJ:thisisbone
Author Website: Slash Fan Fiction by Bone and DevilC can be found here
Why this must be read: I've been waiting ALL month to rec this story. It's the perfect FNL primer for a non-watching SPN fan. It's the perfect SPN primer for the non-watching FNL fan. Bone helpfully provides images in case you're unfamiliar with any of the characters. It's smart. It's sexy. It's hysterical. They even deal with Adrienne Palicki being on both shows.
"Do you know that girl, the one leaning on the red truck?" Sam asked, lifting his chin in her direction.
Tim lifted his head to look, then turned back. He jammed his hands in his jacket pockets and nodded. "Tyra." Okay, wow, there was a whole world in that one word, at least the way Tim said it.
"So that's a yes," Dean said dryly.
Tim looked at him from under his lashes and the blankness shifted, smoothed into something more familiar, something warmer. "We go back," was all he said.
"What, to middle school?" Dean asked.
Tim lifted a corner of his mouth. "Eighth grade."
"She's lived here that whole time?" Sam asked. "No extended absences, nothing strange about her? Any sudden changes?"
Tim turned and looked at Tyra again. "She's learning math."
"What?" Sam asked, shaking his head like maybe his stomach turning inside out made his ears go bad.
Tim shrugged. "She never cared about that stuff before, but now she's all about getting into college or something," he said. "That's kind of strange."
Dean dropped his chin so Tim couldn't see the struggle it took to keep from laughing in his obviously sincere face.
"Yeah, okay," he managed to say without losing it. "Thanks."
Riggins & Winchester
devilc They called it an accidental collaboration *g*Pairing: Tim Riggins/Dean Winchester
Author on LJ:
thisisboneAuthor Website: Slash Fan Fiction by Bone and DevilC can be found here
Why this must be read: I've been waiting ALL month to rec this story. It's the perfect FNL primer for a non-watching SPN fan. It's the perfect SPN primer for the non-watching FNL fan. Bone helpfully provides images in case you're unfamiliar with any of the characters. It's smart. It's sexy. It's hysterical. They even deal with Adrienne Palicki being on both shows.
"Do you know that girl, the one leaning on the red truck?" Sam asked, lifting his chin in her direction.
Tim lifted his head to look, then turned back. He jammed his hands in his jacket pockets and nodded. "Tyra." Okay, wow, there was a whole world in that one word, at least the way Tim said it.
"So that's a yes," Dean said dryly.
Tim looked at him from under his lashes and the blankness shifted, smoothed into something more familiar, something warmer. "We go back," was all he said.
"What, to middle school?" Dean asked.
Tim lifted a corner of his mouth. "Eighth grade."
"She's lived here that whole time?" Sam asked. "No extended absences, nothing strange about her? Any sudden changes?"
Tim turned and looked at Tyra again. "She's learning math."
"What?" Sam asked, shaking his head like maybe his stomach turning inside out made his ears go bad.
Tim shrugged. "She never cared about that stuff before, but now she's all about getting into college or something," he said. "That's kind of strange."
Dean dropped his chin so Tim couldn't see the struggle it took to keep from laughing in his obviously sincere face.
"Yeah, okay," he managed to say without losing it. "Thanks."
Riggins & Winchester
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I don't think I know of any others that aren't WIPs except my RPS crossover.