Ficlet for spn_30snapshots - Me, Again.

Title: Me, Again.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Castiel, Alistair
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #18, sight
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: What walks back out.

“For what it’s worth, I would give anything not to have you do this.”

But he’d done it anyway. Of course he had.

And now it was all back, everything Dean had worked so hard to shut out of his mind. Torturing Alistair, not in Hell, but right here, topside, for real…he thought he’d had an idea. He’d told Castiel what would happen if he did it, but he’d been so terribly wrong. It was much, much worse.

Four days now, coffee and Vivarin and Dean thought maybe he’d go insane for real if he didn’t sleep at some point. But sleeping was off-limits. When his eyes were open, and he could actually see what was in front of him, it wasn’t so bad. Oh, but when his eyes closed…that was when the sight of it wouldn’t go away, and he couldn’t force his mind to retreat from the memories of what he saw. The blade, the salt, the blood.

Probably because he was seeing something that he’d done himself.

Non Timebo Mala

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Title: Non Timebo Mala
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: Permanent marking, references to incest.
A/N This is something I wrote for the now-defunct (it would seem) sd_lks community.

( read it here )

So, who still watches Bones? Anyone?

I fucking love this show. I really hope I love this season. I was happy with the first episode, anyway.

Anyway, can y'all point me toward any Bones/SPN crossover fics? I've read one and loved it but can't seem to find any others.

Blinding. Almost. for spn_30snapshots

Title: Blinding. Almost.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Dean
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #11, light
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: It's not real, but it's good enough.

There couldn't be any other explanation. It had to be something like a dream, or a spell, or one of those memories that you let yourself get caught up into without meaning for it to happen.

This was an old one. Real old.

"This is the best, Dean. Thanks."

And just like that, Sammy's arms were thrown around him. Like they were then, when they were kids, and neither of them felt any shame in it, holding onto each other like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Then there were the lights. The night was pitch black, until they changed it, the two of them, turning the sky into a show, a million colors, no one else around to see. Because it wasn't for anyone else, it was just for Dean and Sam.

One after another, the colors streaked across the sky, and Dean saw something he'd almost forgotten about. Sam's smile. The real, true, happy, not-weighted-down-by-anything grin, as he jumped around and reveled in this Independance Day ritual, so natural for other kids, so forbidden for the two of them.

The light seeped into Dean's soul, and he was determined to never let it go.

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