Lost in the Wishing Well
Word Count: 953
Disclaimer: The Winchester boys aren't mine but I'd make Dean wear his boots all of the time if they were.
A/N: Written for jadeblood.
Summary: It didn't take a six-pack of cheap beer and Zeppelin on the jukebox.
But where the dead leaf fell, there it did rest
Word Count: 832
Character(s): Wash, Zachariah
Disclaimer: No one belongs to me.
Spoilers/Warnings: Anything in either show is fair game at this point, as is Serenity. AU obviously. Character death.
A/N: Written for dharkapparition, who asked for a Supernatural / Firefly crossover.
Summary: Everyone told him that you didn't want to get on the wrong side of "Slick" Zachariah Harris, that old Slick loved the Goral more than he loved women or whiskey or the payoff when a transport didn't go south, but Wash signed up for the hitch anyway.
It's official. My brain is officially on crack even when I'm not.
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- She's Tailor Made to Order — It wasn't his fault some knife-wielding psycho masquerading as a ritual magician came charging at him with a knife. Dean. Dean/OFC, Sam, Jo. (Het) NC-17. Word count: 2393. Why, yes, I did write a completely self-indulgent story in the Strange Angels 'verse. More porn with a side of hurt/comfort...
I've already started writing a new story that's looking like it will be a longer fic, though not multi-chaptered. It's something I never intended to write and it cuts into the other stories that I am working on but, hey, I'm trying to be kinder and gentler to my muse - even when she hits me square in the eyes with a wooden hammer and intones "Write this."