:( if there's anything i can do to help, ANYTHING AT ALL, hollah okay? *hugs*

You are so super-wonderful. You've actually been like, my secret sanity provider, because you're like, around, and have other things to talk about to distract me from my angst. Do you want to read the random 300 first words of a post 4x22 fic I sneakily snuck in in a uni-break this evening?

i am an island! unemployment pays off in mysterious ways! ;3 ♥

sure!

(currently i am so sucked into a My Chem fic that i can't stooooop...Gerard is a PRIIIEST and Frankie has STIGMATAAA....)

(Gah, sorry about random deleted comment. I have sleepy brain)

Indeed! One can find a positive in anything!

Coo.

Hey I found some more original-fic recs here by the same person that recc'd Captive Prince. I haven't read any of them yet but thought you might like to know. Also, the whole fandom seems to have exploded into love of the dudes from the latest round of American Idol at the EXACT same time as re-exploding into love for Star Trek. It's kind of freaking me out. I didn't think I would get into Star Trek but then I read this verse and fell in love. I haven't read anything else yet because it's mostly porn so far but I WANT to.

My ficceh beginning:

“Dean! He’s coming...”

Something in Sammy’s voice made Dean turn, catch the half-smile and odd gleam in his brother’s eyes.

“Sam?”

--

Everything was falling apart. He had killed some poor girl and then Lilith was the seal and Ruby betrayed him and Dean. Shit, Dean was still everything but he’d walked out. Even though he’s been trying to save Dean he knew it was gonna be bad. And there was a hissing rush of white noise in his ears ever since he’d drank that poor girl’s blood and nothing was quite making sense anymore.

And then, then the ground cracked open and light started spilling out and Sam felt a change. Something in the world was changing. Everything was moving one step to the left. Clicking into place and the hissing noise was speeding, changing, becoming higher and lighter and sweeter like the edge of an aria and—

And Sam could feel him. Even standing there with his hand curled in Dean’s shirt and the world coming to an end Sam could feel what was coming out of that hole.

And is brother was saying something...

“Sammy let’s go—”

And Sam couldn’t help it. The light was getting brighter and something was coming out of that hole that knew Sam. That Sam knew.

He could barely feel his other hand, coming up to pull his brother closer.

“Dean!” Sam could barely hold it in. All the white light was pouring into him, over him, singing, screaming beautiful noise in his ears. “He’s coming...”

His brother was looking at him, but Sam couldn’t shift his eyes from the light pouring out of the ground. Couldn’t move himself at all.

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yay recs! awesome. (this is the bandom fic. it's kinda UST hell but maybe worth a check when you finish your week of waytoobusyness.)

I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOIN' THERE. poor Sammy :(

I heart you and I will be here when you are done to see if I can help put pieces back together with you.

get some sleep and power through, you can do it!

~Foo