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    "I can help with other things, too. I've been told I'm good with my hands." Dean winks, watching to see how the quip lands.
    There isn't really a height difference between them, but the older man is thicker, heavier with age and muscle and time. He's broader and probably stronger, if not for the injury. Dean could outrun him, if he had to, but to where? His own front door?
    He reaches out a hand to touch Mr. Novak's belt, presses a finger to the silver buckle there.
    "Been told I'm good with my mouth, too."
     
    It's Summer in Sugar Run, Florida. John has disappeared to God knows where, and Dean is doing whatever he can to make ends meet and keep food on the table. He's used to doing all sorts of odd jobs–but working for the taciturn and slightly strange older man on the other side of the park presents a new set of challenges...and a new set of rewards.

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    25 Jun 2026

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    WIP, but this is already one of the most extraordinary spn fics I've ever read. The characterization is spot on. The vibes are immaculate. Tuesdays are my new favorite day of the week!!

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    Mary’s hand joined his on her stomach, resting gently over his knuckles, cool and soft and smooth where his mechanic’s hands were warm and callused and rough. “I thought…” she bit her lip and a furrow appeared between her eyebrows. “I thought we could name him, or her, for my parents.”

    There was a silence between them shared for a while, a depth of loss and loneliness as they both remembered their parents.

    “Samuel,” John whispered to the solid mound of flesh underneath both of their hands. The silence was broken as she smirked slightly and shook her head, rolling her eyes with fondness and sadness and pinched the top of his hand.

    “And Deanna, if it’s a girl,” she reminded.

    It was a girl.

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    Except that he wasn't.

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    27 Mar 2026

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    Title: Just One of Those Things
    Author: Impala67
    Series: TOS
    Rating: M
    Summary: Four years into their five-year mission, and all the planets start to look the same.

    In which Dean is not Gene Roddenberry, but he does write Star Trek fanfiction.

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    25 Mar 2026

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    Brilliantly executed

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    When Dean is fourteen, Dad marches into a motel room and shoots a shtriga feeding on Sam. Dean pokes his head around the doorway after the fact and Dad looks at him and hates him. And Sam is alive. Dad’s shotgun aims casually at Dean from where it was set on the floor by Dad’s uncautious, desperate, terrified hands. And Sam is alive. And Dean thinks— thank God for that bullet.

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    05 Mar 2026

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    After the Forest of Death, Sakura comes to realize that being weak is no longer an option. However, she finds that change is sometimes painful and that truth doesn't always come easy. Luckily, she'll have some help along the way. Even if it is all in her head.

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    28 Feb 2026

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    So happy this is on the archive now! This fic is important to me.