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Sam has a nightmare about Hell. Dean hears him thrashing and storms into his room, instantly soothing him with the same tone he used when Sam was a kid: steady, protective, grounding.
“You’re not a problem; you’re my favorite thing to be good at.”
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11 Jul 2026
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Dean didn't get paid nearly enough for the job he did. Purchasing Lucifer's Prom Dress with the money he had set aside for his missing brother and then traveling across the country with the Boy with the Demon Blood riding shotgun had to be worth more than credit card fraud could provide.
Sam didn't get paid enough, either, but he wasn't as picky as Dean. He just wanted a family and a place to call home. Maybe a break from the constant state of terror he lived in. He knew he had no right to want that; he was a stupid, disobedient, useless freak of nature who disappointed every owner he ever had, but... maybe just one thing? Just an older brother to get in between him and his nightmares; one who might, if Sam was a very good boy, call him Sammy and give him hugs. That would be nice.
Yeah, that would be more than enough for Sam.
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04 Jul 2026
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What happens when two giant brothers have to share a ridiculously small bed?
Or: Sam and Dean bickering for a few hundred words. That's it.
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03 Jul 2026
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Alternative titles could include: "Joaquin is an Oblivious Dork", "Maria and Manolo Should Work on Their Seduction Strategies", and "The Author Should Really Practice Writing Fluff WITHOUT Angst."
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24 Jun 2026
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The corners of Manolo’s eyes crinkled. The hugs had mussed his hair; Maria laughed and smoothed his curl back into place. Manolo attempted a serious look, though it was ruined by the way his mouth kept twitching. He said, mock-solemn, “Joaquin, if you wanted a dance, you should have said.”
Joaquin started to laugh. It caught in his throat as Manolo took his hand and Maria grasped the other. Both of their hands were callused, and Joaquin remembered, dizzily, how Maria had held the sword aloft like she was born to wield it, and of Manolo’s fingers, certain and deft upon the guitar.
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24 Jun 2026