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Not exactly what I meant to do today, but, look, SPN fic, for the first time since February. All thanks to the awesome feverish!Dean meme going on over at hoodie_time. Of course, it turned out to be kinky het porn, but there you go.

Title: Remember When Your Were My Girl?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Meg
Spoilers: nothing past S5
Warnings: dub-con/non-con, gender play, pegging, crude language, fever!sex
Word count: ~1.2K
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.

a/n: for this prompt from vie_dangerouse: Dean has a high fever. Meg finds that it really, really turns her on. The heat reminds her of home, and things that she and Dean used to get up to down there.
a/n: also for the "gender play" square on my kink_bingo card.

Summary: “Why’d you leave us?" asks Meg. "Why’d you come out here where it’s cold?”

( remember when you were my girl? )

Hey--I've completed my first fanfic bingo card ever! For hc_bingo --though apparently someone forgot to tell me it wasn't fever_dream_bingo, 'cause I seem to be kinda a one-trick pony like that *facepalm*

List of fills below the cut:
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The bad news is: this is not ANY of the 1001 things I was supposed to be doing.

The good news is: I actually wrote SPN fic I don't hate--for the first time since May. So what if it's a Dean/Cas PWP? Or that it's fever!sex, a trope (okay, kink) that I enjoy, but always feel a little queasy about? Right?

Title: Banked Fires
Rating: Hard R (maybe nc-17)
Genre: h/c and porn in about equal measures--tho' the porn might have won out in the end.
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Word Count: ~1,500
Warnings: fever!sex

a/n: written for this prompt at mad_server's wondrous Again, but with colds comment fic meme.

Summary: “Shut up, Cas. Just—" Something about Dean’s wrecked voice drove the words into Castiel’s flesh like burrs, leaving tiny pricks of desire across his throat, his groin. And so when Dean tugged him over to straddle his hips, pulled weakly at his trousers, Castiel followed his lead...

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You know how sometimes when I feel totally overwhelmed by enormous, un-completable projects on every front--professional, domestic, etc.--I end up writing little snippets of unabashed comfort!fic? Well, now you do!

Anyway, that's what happened this week. Instead of (or at the same time as) doing all the things I was supposed to be doing, I picked up a prompt from the sickdean meme and wrote this bit of straight-up Dean-Castiel h/c.

In some ways it's a coda for 5.03, or at least happens in the SOP after the ep., but mostly it's just shameless comfort!fic. No need to read if that isn't your cup of tea--I'm just posting it here for record-keeping, 'cause I thought of a better title, and because it'll probably be kripked tonight.

Title: "Lost Saints"
Genre: gen, h/c
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Castiel
Word Count: ~1,600
Spoilers: through 5.03
Prompt: Dean is sick, Castiel is worried, and slightly out of his element.
a/n: yup, title from Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 43.

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