(especially if the show mostly does it for you.) * astolat thinks any plot worth doing is worth doing TWICE three times. Sam thinks it says something profound and depressing about their lives that this is the most relaxed they’ve been in months. John had traded the gun he’d have traded away more, and he was still feeling the cold dread of the moment when the demon had cocked its head like a pistol and said, “You know, I’m feeling generous today,” because if it hadn’t taken more, that was only because it figured what was in store was going to be worse. * Generosity, read by fantamae, * read by applegeuse He said, “It’s just, I loved you more.” He paused, repeated it softly, “I always loved you more.” Sam was lying in bed awake, streetlamp shine in his eyes, looking tired. He hadn’t even known about any of this himself until Sam found it, figured it out for him. No way had Bobby pulled out some pair of real mystical amulets from nowhere and handed them over like crackerjack prizes. I’m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram/On a silver black phantom bike/When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry/And we’re all about to see the light Hell, if Sam had earned his happy ending, Dean had earned his too. Dean glared out the windshield and refused to look at him.
Sam was looking at Dean with a sort of glow of smug happiness. “Fuck me or I’m going to die isn’t the world’s best pickup line.” Sam found a way to get rid of them for almost a month at a time, a spell that lasted until the first night of the full moon.īad Blood, read by fantamae, read by applegeuse, read by on_verra *Indicates my personal favorites that live permanently on my phone. There’s now a podfic for all of her wincest fics except three (which I might eventually woman-up and do). For those of you interested, I made a masterlist of all the podfic’s of Astolat’s wincest podfics I could find.
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