We're going to Heaven, Clarence!

Title: The Dance After The Dance
Pairing: Sam/Dean (underage, Sam is 14)
Rating: NC-17
W/C: ~2800
Summary: Dean wants Sam’s first time to be perfect. He doesn’t realize that it’s perfect just because it’s him.
A/N: Missing scene from “Winter Formal Wonderland” – a Christmas gift for my incredible fandom spouse saltandbyrne. Have a Holly Jolly Porn Fic.

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Title: No More Words
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #6, say my name
W/C: ~ 600
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Written by request to accompany the now infamous Wincest recording.

( No More Words )

title: Thursday, 10 May, 2012.
pairing: Spike/Wes
Rating: R
Summary: Another blog post of Spike’s, by request. I am using the same art I was gifted with previously, I hope that is acceptable to the artist :)




( Spike’s Blog )

Title: Sick
pairing: Dean/Sam
rating: R
a/n: Whenever Sam gets sick or doesn't feel good, he finds comfort in wearing Dean's clothes. Even if they're a little small on him. Reposted for #19, sharing clothes, on my new snapshots prompt table.
summary: Dean knows exactly what Sam’s doing, but he doesn’t say anything.

http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/33765.html

Title: Today and Every Day
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG-13 for references to sex
W/C: ~ 1200
Summary: An unexpected question.

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Originally posted by hils at SASSY \o/

Title: If You Don’t Expect Too Much From Me 2/2
Pairing: Spike/Wesley
Rating: NC-17
W/C: ~1700
Summary: Conclusion of my previous story about Wesley moving in on Spike’s territory, for those who asked for a sequel. Hope it lives up to expectations.


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Title: Not A Drop To Drink
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #26, Water
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: They were being followed.

In the depths of tonight’s drunken thoughts, it occurred to Dean that there was a theme woven through the most important moments he’d had with his angel.

Castiel in his dream as he sat by a pier, fishing, looking out onto a beautiful lake.

Both of them trying to figure out why the hell he didn’t have the power to get himself off a shrimping boat off the coast of Delacroix, and making the realization of just how far Castiel had fallen. For Dean.

It was pouring down rain outside the first time they kissed, Dean’s hands sliding under Castiel’s wet shirt and feeling Castiel grabbing onto his dripping hair.

The last glimpse he caught of his angel, the thing that had taken Cas over was walking slowly out into the water until he disappeared underneath it.

Dean had just wrung out the dripping trenchcoat he’d recovered and kept moving. There was nothing else he could do.

Yes, I did four of them. Yes, I might do more. No, I just can not help myself.

( this way to the silliness )