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“So what’s up with- Dude, again?” Sam’s voice rings through the room incredulously.
Dean grunts in response.
“You can’t possibly still be tired. Like, I feel like this should be physically impossible.”
“Tell that to my melatonin levels.”
“How do you know what melatonin is?”
Dean does his best to roll his eyes under the cover of his eyelids. “Jesus, Sam, I’m not an idiot. Will you shut up so I can sleep?”
He hears Sam huff. “Ya know, if you wanted to nap, you could always use that thing you have called a bed.”
“Not the same,” Dean grumbles. His body doesn’t get all loose when he’s laying in his bed watching horror movies. The synapses that slow their firing contentedly seem to be wired to that same invisible bodily response of the outside world, and apparently being in the openness of his family’s space turns his brain into mush. “Now unless someone’s dying, I’m beggin’ you to shut up.”
or the one where the whole family is together, dean finds enough peace to take some naps, and he's not sure he'll ever figure out how to say those three big words to cas
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04 Jun 2026
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There’s something about Five that his siblings don’t understand, and if they don’t realize it soon, they will be too late to save their brother. Because as the Handler had said, even Five has a limit.
And every day he gets dangerously closer to it.
also - That one Five and Lila fic. ^_^ (No, the other one.)
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- Part 1 of The Boy of Time
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03 Jun 2026
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It took Sam a while to notice it. Longer than he’d like to admit. But to be fair to himself, he had been watching for impulses of a more murder-the-world kind, not whatever was going on now.
It all really boils down to this: Dean styles his hair. Which Dean has always done, and Sam has always known. But the hair gel is no longer tucked away in the bottom of his duffel bag; it stays out in the open of the shared bathroom of the Bunker, and Dean doesn’t hide what he’s doing if Sam walks in.
“Heya Sammy,” Dean greets happily, running a hand through his hair.
“Hi,” he says back, nervously watching Dean’s actions.
He’s looking in the mirror, and it’s not until he stopped that Sam realizes Dean’s always flinched at his reflection.
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12 May 2026
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Having a machine gun pointed at his face really wasn’t what he’d had on his case bingo today.
Spencer had a choice here – he could keep playing this funny game where he acted like a defenseless dumbass (who was coincidentally a total genius) in front of a group of incredibly experienced profilers. He could let his lip wobble and his hands tremble and Hotch take lead with no real knowledge of how experienced the man was with hostage situations. He could put his fate into his unit chief's hands.
Or he could kill Philipp Dowd with a single headshot and prevent this whole thing from going wrong. He just needed to get the guy's attention far enough away from Hotch that he could take the gun out of his ankle holster and take his shot. That was all he had to do; a simple plan that took him about five seconds to construct, path to resolution.
He was never one to put his fate in other people's hands. His CIA career proved that well enough.
Spencer started talking before Hotch could.
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A place for Feral Bird Bobert fics to reside.
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09 May 2026