xcziel has set up the 2015 Supernatural J2 Big Bang Collection on A03. Hopefully, the instructions on how to add your story to the collection are clear. When we posted about the collection in 2011, we had some suggestions about how to post to the A03 along with a reminder to artists that they can post their artwork to A03 - either part of the Big Bang story or on their own.They have now instigated Date Night With Sam and Dean.
"When we're ready to watch an episode, we get all dressed up with make up and everything, put out a dish (a real plate, not paper) of bite size tea rolls,and sit back for a night out with our true loves. She has promised to keep her mitts off Sam, (my fave) if I promise not to go after Dean (her fave), and a good time is had by all!
I also made a promise to friends to watch only one episode a night. The show is so full of angst I was overwrought and my friends felt that I had to save myself from myself.
Ever grateful to you for guiding me through the fan fiction. There was so much I was getting bogged down with paper and I bought a Kindle!!!!! Best thing I ever did.."
We're still looking for fan fic and vid recs (master list here). While we need more specific types of recs, the easiest way is to grab your favorite stories/vids and slot them into the existing season posts rather than trying to work by season. We have the seasons arranged by dates on the master post so it should be easy.
We’re still collecting recs for the Season by Season "Read As You Go” Primer. While we have a good collection in place, we still have areas that could use additional recs.
Rec master page is here
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gretazreta Sam huffs. “You’re not--hitting it right.”
Hold the phone. Dean Winchester had been told a lot of things by lays in his life. Heard whispered and fevered declarations of shit that embarrassed him even in the moment. But one thing he had, never, ever, been accused of was lacking in bed.
And what the hell did Sam know anyway? This was only the third time they’d fucked. The first that Sam let Dean fuck him.
Not that Dean was keeping a count.
Or that Sam was being very cooperative about it.
“Stop being such a pushy little bitch and let me do it!” Dean argues, like they’re fighting over the remote or something.
pandarus Dean!Girl! novella (Not Times Fool) and truly enjoyed it. I think mainly because the internal Dean voice is equal parts love, exasperation, loyalty and plain ole annoyance. The plot is not too unfamiliar -- Dean is cursed into being a girl and from there shenanigans ensue. The sex is hot and the pacing excellent. There is an amusing (to me) twist at the end. All in all, a nicely balanced story.Pre-Stanford slash stories in the Supernatural verse are a tricky read for me. Not only do we have issues of age of consent, but balancing the psychology of a 4 year age gap in the teenager years (a huge gap) can be difficult.
Which is why I enjoyed winterweatherd's Easy On The Clutch so much.
Dean wakes up to the sound of gunshots. He's still naked, and the side of the bed Sam was sleeping on is cool.
Dean pauses at the window on the way to the bathroom. Outside, Sam is shooting beer cans off the edge of the fence. He's a good shot: pow pow pow.
Dean gets this strange, unbidden image in his head of him and Sam, maybe five years from now, circling back-to-back and shooting out an army of zombies or werewolves or something. Pow pow pow, and they all go down one by one until Sam and Dean are the only ones left standing.
Dean finds his jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt and goes outside barefoot. He moves across the lawn quietly, waiting until Sam's finished his round before he steps up behind him and brushes his knuckles over the rise of Sam's shoulder blade.
The sun is bright on Sam's face when he turns around. He puts a hand against his forehead to shield his eyes. "Hey."
Dean squints back at him. He knows he probably looks ridiculous, one side of his face all squinched up against the light. "Hey. Gonna be late for school."
"Skipping," Sam says. He's probably waiting for Dean to give him shit for it, because Sam's never wanted to miss school in his life, but it's sunny and Dean is happy and he doesn't feel like pushing his luck. Sam holds out the gun. "You want to go a round?"
Dean shakes his head and steps back, shoving his hands into his pockets. Sam's gaze trips like a skipping stone over Dean's hips, the bare line where Dean is pulling his jeans away from his body. It makes Dean's chest hot, makes his toes curl against the dewy grass.
