Beacon Station is an extraplanetary center of research and exploration. Human scientist and minor disaster Stiles Stilinski lives there, as does the grumpiest alien ever: Derek Hale, the titular Sergeant Spacewolf himself. When a mechanical failure leaves them stranded together in the vacuum of space, the impending doom of almost certain death forces the truth of their feelings out

Arthur's father and Arthur's husband have never really got on. But it's Christmas, and Christmas is a time for families—no matter how contrary they may be. / A series of stories, not in chronological order.

Reverse endverse: Dean got his first tattoo the day the angels fucked off and left him more or less human, an anti-possession symbol that matched Cas's.

Arthur Pendragon, smug asshole businessman, manages to be unlike any asshole businessman Merlin's dealt with as night manager of one of New York's finest five star hotels. Something builds between them, but just when it heats up, it all comes crashing down. Merlin's left to pick up the pieces of a heart that shouldn't feel so broken from a couple weeks' flirting and a single kiss.

When Captain Arthur Pendragon of Camelot's starship Albion arranges a "vacation" for himself and First Navigation Officer Merlin Emrys by way of a strategic stranding, they have no way of knowing the events he's set in motion will send them spinning out to the far reaches of the galaxy. The adventure could either break their friendship or transform it into something new.

Charlie's arm had fallen asleep half an hour ago, which was a little weird. She wouldn't have thought that would be possible here. Then again, a lot of what passed for reality in Heaven seemed to be based on expectations, rather than any sort of hard and fast rules. She could live with that. Or, you know. Whatever.

Just because Benny didn't wake screaming from his war dreams didn't mean that Gadreel could sleep through them.

In retrospect, Sam could admit that their yeti hunt hadn't been the best thought out of their plans. Partly because they'd been cocky and in a hurry, partly because their equipment had failed and they didn't have a backup, and mostly because they'd thought they were going after a wendigo, not the Abominable Snowman.

Once a year, the dead of Lawrence Township rise from the grave and claim the streets from dusk to dawn. It's a night when laws of man and God have no meaning, and the living spend it hiding behind barred doors and shuttered windows. But when the love of Dean's life dies unexpectedly and well before his time, Dean braves the supernatural chaos for a chance to see Castiel again.

He couldn't breathe as Cenred's fingers twisted tighter in the collar. "You belong to me," Cenred said when Merlin's face was inches from his. His eyes were dark and hot with greed.

Mary let Dean point out his 'Cas,' a star twinkling low between two treetops where he could see it even when he lay down. Then she coaxed him back to sleep, tucking him beneath the soft blue blanket and kissing the top of his head as he yawned two goodnights: one to her and one to Cas.

"If I told you you have a nice body," the man he's been grinding on starts after they've been going a while.

Fifteen years ago, Dean's best friend disappeared under bloody and unsolved cirumstances. He never really gave up hope, but he knows the chances of Cas's safe return, especially after so long, are slim to none. And the last place he expects to find him is in the drunk tank on Christmas Eve.

A juvenile delinquent and a daddy's girl are confined to the principal's office after a fight, waiting for their fathers to pick them up. It would be tense even if their dads weren't dating; but as things stand, they're going to have a very long day.

Officer Dean Winchester almost feels at home in Greenwood, WA after a lifetime of wandering. The skeletons of his past don't rattle him into restlessness anymore. But when both a rash of drug-related crimes and a hot paramedic start getting too close for comfort, it might be time to move on once again.

So when during Merlin's second summer at the palace, the actual King of England, Uther Pendragon himself walks in on Prince Arthur tickling Merlin's tonsils with his prick and bellows, "What the devil is going on here?" Merlin thinks he can be forgiven that his instinctively terrified response is, "I fell!"

Cas and Jimmy don't even realize that somehow, something has gone supernaturally awry and they've switched bodies. Because who would even think of that, right? They got a little drunk, a little celebratory, and they wake up in a naked pile on the couch without the slightest idea anything's different. Human AU, established relationship, Cas & Jimmy are twins

Merlin's first winter in Camelot caught him by surprise. Between Gaius, the dragon, and Arthur (mostly Arthur), he'd been running himself so ragged that he just assumed that the increasing cold was yet another symptom of his constant exhaustion. Then one morning he dragged himself out the doors to clean the stable on Arthur's orders and found the courtyard covered in snow.

A collection of stories about Prince Arthur and Merlin as children in a modern palace. Chapters are not chronological.

Ladies, gentlemen, and classless unwashed masses: it's finally happened. We had the great misfortune to meet a pair of so-called hunters even more unbelievably awful than the Winchesters. Hereafter, we'll refer to them as Surly and Snarky.

Falling for Arthur wouldn't have been so bad, Merlin reflected sourly, if only his magic hadn't gone and developed a crush, too.

It had been in the nineties when they'd started driving at six in the morning; seven hours later it was easily over a hundred outside, and with the blistering sun beating down on their black car, the heat was nearing deadly. Especially since the Impala's air conditioning had given up on life with a long, rattling sigh three hours before.

Castiel Novak is in Dean's class. He's quiet and serious and smart and just about the hottest thing Dean's ever seen. He's also stupidly in love with Dean's awful younger brother.

In early '96, the Winchesters spent three months in South Dakota because of four missing families. When they left, Dean left behind the first tenuous friendship he'd formed in a long time. A decade later, he's surprised by a call from Sam asking him to come to Stanford for a repeat of an old case, and more surprised when a familiar figure shows up in the middle of it again.

Arthur stared down from his throne at Geoffrey. Merlin knew the only thing keeping him from gaping was his sense of dignity. The normally unflappable librarian was in a state: his face pale and sweaty, his eyes wide and bloodshot, and his hair a complete mess. His trembling hands shook through it again, tousling the white nest further, as Arthur continued to stare.

"I've never met a faun who was so sensitive about the relative size of his ears," Arthur defended, almost sounding sincere until he followed up with a mutter that was clearly meant for Merlin to hear: "Then again, I've never met a faun with ears that big and horns that small." / For the Camelot Drabble prompts: First Day of School, Time Out, and Crushes

Their easy coexistence was apparently over, because there was a mess in the hallway just outside his room. For the Camelot Drabble prompt: Broken

Of course, when Arthur burst into Merlin's room without so much as a knock while Merlin was bent over to pull up his breeches, he didn't apologize. For the Camelot Drabble prompt: Tattoos

At a post-game press conference, a technical mishap leads to Dean revealing something personal to a wider audience than he'd intended.

Had I not given up on love as a young girl, you would have broken my heart. For the Camelot Drabble prompt: Unrequited Love

On the fourth day, Merlin gave up on being rescued. For the Camelot Drabble prompt: Escape

This was Arthur's curse, to live for Albion—such as she was as centuries wore on—only in her times of need. Merlin's curse was to live for Arthur, who needed him even in endless, endlessly interrupted death. For the Camelot Drabble prompt: Remembrance

Dean hates working for Crowley, but he's been forced into the highest risk job he's ever undertaken: kidnapping the scion of Roman & Sons. Crowley plans to ransom Castiel Roman back to his family, and Dean doesn't care what happens to the wealthy man after that. But when things get complicated, he might find himself having to admit that just maybe, Castiel deserves something better

Lawrence PD Officer Victor Henriksen's night is not improved in the least when he has to respond to complaints about a couple in a black car traumatizing citizens all over town.

When a recalcitrant drifter brings his dog to Sam and Amelia Richardson's emergency veterinary clinic, there's no question that they'll do everything in their power to save the victim of a coyote attack. Sam's decision to welcome Dean and his pet into their home is a little less obvious, and it soon becomes clear that something strange is going on with both human and canine.

All people are broken; some contain it better than others.

Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town? (Or: failure at reading comprehension turns "Casexual" into "Casaxual" and thus follow some very strange things happening between angels and the woodwind section.)

Golden light filtered through the windows when Dean got home to the apartment, soft and enchanting with the promise of a sunset just beyond the far horizon. It warmed the normally stark white walls, turned the copious dust particles into dancing glitter, and illuminated a halo around Castiel as he knelt in the center of the floor, packing old books into a cardboard box.

Merlin has been waiting his entire life to find his true love. And then, he does.

At 18, Dean's life hadn't been easy, but it was simple: hunt, flirt, get laid, take care of Sammy. Move on. He didn't worry about it much until an encounter in Pontiac, IL brought unexpected repercussions crashing onto his doorstep.