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Malleus Maleficarum

She takes longer to settle than Dean thinks she should, and he’s stuck waiting, sixteen and caught tight between his father and the open road. The only consolation is the Impala, steering wheel warm between his fingers, but it’s not as easy when she’s in the passenger seat, slipping from goldfinch to lynx and back again, a slow blur in the corners of his vision.*




Heat

By the time Sam finds a room at a Microtel just outside of Chattanooga, it’s pushing two in the morning and Dean’s asleep in the passenger seat underneath his jacket.*




Eventuality

Three days after Bela puts the Colt to Lilith’s head and walks her backwards into a Devil’s Trap, Sam tries to follow Dean into the bathroom when he goes to shower, and Dean almost puts a fist through a wall.*




Varsity

Sam likes girls. It’s not some big thing, not anything he has to tell everybody. He just does. He likes the way they offer to lend him their notes when he misses class, how they huddle in groups by the drinking fountains, the ones who wear heels and the track stars. He likes the girl in the front of his geometry class, the one who knows the answer to every problem set, and he likes the departmental secretary, two years out of college with button down shirts that don’t close all the way. Sam likes white lace bra straps and cinnamon chewing gum and the way they look in the back of the Impala, spread out and flushed underneath his hands.*




Radiating

“Of all the motherfucking dumbass stupid things to do, Dean-” Sam starts in before he’s even in the car.*




Handled

Dean’s comfortable upper limit for one day is sixteen hours driving, so by eighteen, she’s pretty miserable, and when they stop to stretch their legs at twenty, Sam watches her from up against the car and takes the keys out of her hands when she comes back.*




Thunderhead

Sam spends the first three days after wrapped around him like a blanket, in the middle of threadbare hotel sheets in North Dakota with thunderstorms rolling in across the plains.*




Stoned

A couple of weeks into August, after Sam’s finally sure that everything relating to hell and demons is good and finished, Dean comes back from a bar weaving.*




Radical Feminism

Dean turns into a girl. Sam has… issues.*




An Undreamt Thing

The first time it happens, they’re in a bar outside of Reston, Virginia. Sam’s out the other side of grateful and into really fucking pissed off; apparently he’d rather be six feet under than have both of them alive, perfectly fine. Dean doesn’t get it.*




Cirrus

It’s all Sam’s fucking fault.*




Gender Studies

Sam and Dean spend the afternoon wading through the swamp around a voodoo priestess’s cabin in New Orleans, and by the time they get back to the hotel, it’s all Sam can do to take a shower and climb into bed.* Sequel to Radical Feminism.




Trifecta

Sam and Dean hook up through threesomes.*




Palatine

It’s not like he means for it to happen. Seriously.*




Long Lay the World

Dean gives Sam a house for Christmas. THIS IS ALL THE SUMMARY YOU NEED.




Wide Open Ocean

He went home with two slices of leftover pizza and the strange impression that McKay could almost have been a nice guy, if he hadn’t been an asshole.*




Mile Zero

Dean got sick about the time they crossed the Kansas border, heading east into Missouri.*




Highway 101

After she dies, Sam’s okay.*




Where It Is

In essence: one pretty surefire way of getting rid of Sam’s pissy mood.*




Stoplight

Sam, Dean, and a night involving a flat tire, a shower, and some kissing.*




Pressing

The first time is just outside of Boston, on the shoulder of an exit ramp. It’s thirty five degrees and pouring rain, and one of their headlights is out; Dean’s got two wrenches and a replacement light bulb, and he’s been fucking with it for fifteen minutes.*




Landslide

It all starts with a headache.*




Lexicon

The year she turns sixteen, Sam’s Christmas list to her father has exactly three things on it: a house, a real Christmas tree, and the OED. Her list to Dean is a little better, offered up at three am, half asleep against his shoulder as they’re driving through Ohio.*




Oxford

Dean won’t stop stealing his clothes.*




Settle

The week before Christmas, John drags both of them to Minnesota; five cars off a bridge in two weeks, no bodies, and dogs won’t get within a mile of the lake. Sam doesn’t want to go and Dean won’t stop giving his shit about it, even more of a bitch than usual.*