In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything.

Dr. Jacob Glaser wakes up completely naked with two rather large men looming over him. He really misses his quiet life of late-night conspiracy radio shows. (Or, that time Sam and Dean find Castiel, Angel of the Lord, talking about Stonehenge apocalypses and robot heads on the moon.)

And Other Post-Apocalyptic Adventures. In which Castiel tries to settle the angelic ranks, Dean tries to live a normal life, Sam tries to not actually exist, and a gaggle of dead hunters tries to take over Heaven. There are varying levels of success.

When he kisses her, Amelia goes "ugh" against his mouth. This is not encouraging.

In which Dean has an angelic boyfriend and Sam is a better brother than anyone gives him credit for.

Early August 2008. Dean is dead, and nothing is bringing him back.

After the death of their sidekick, Cas has fled from Dean and his life of crimefighting to work in a Waffle House in Bumfuck, Indiana. This career path is about as satisfying as it sounds. Superhero AU!

In which Amelia gains, loves, and loses.

It's one of those things you get used to, in this business, and knowing how a man looks on the inside sure takes the mystery away. A character study of Dean in bodies and blood.

There's something about a toad, and about a purple moon, and about a gay freakout, and then there's the happy ending. Crackfic, Dean/Castiel.

People say "if walls could talk," and these walls can. And dream, and moan, and take your soul.

Well, he is.

In Groundhog Day, Bill Murray learned to play the piano in the time he was trapped within the same day. In this hell, Sam is learning everything there is to know within a day’s drive. Everything. Ever. A Mystery Spot fic.

Three mini ficlets: a mental resistance to being a vessel of God; fantasies and half-formed regrets on the open road; the development of Pamela's psychic powers.

Apparently there's an afterlife other than hell, and in that place--whatever it is--John gets his own gazebo.

Four months in hell is a long time. Coda for 4.10 Heaven and Hell.

He tries to be good for her, to prove to her that he's still the same person--despite the biology. She wonders why he has to try so hard.

It's not your Sunday-school kinda God. Not at all. A story about the opening events of 4.01 Lazarus Rising.

You never get used to it, Dad would say. You never get used to it, but sometimes it has to be done.

He almost stopped then and there, once he saw what was happening. It was enough to give him pause, even with the overarching goal of "retrieving Dean from hell" looming.

A guy doesn't just forget everything he's been taught for the past eighteen years. But sometimes, with a little perseverance, he can make himself ignore it all.

Sometimes the world just isn't as it seems. And yet sometimes it is.

Hell and alchemy go hand in hand, see. It’s just a different sort of hell. Tag to 3.15 "Time Is On My Side."

The Doctor met the Sibyl once. Hell of a woman.

Dean is many things at many times.

There's something to be said for playing one's hand when the time is right, but it's so much more fun to watch the Winchesters self-destruct.

It’s tragic, everyone says. A chance in a million: a shorted wire, an untended candle. When they get the news--one survivor, a young male--she puts a hand over her mouth and waits for the world to end. And she sobs all the way to Palo Alto.

She would've gone through with it. But she didn't have to. She lived. And she doesn't want to be in that position ever again. A Jus In Bello tag, Nancy/Dean.

And nary a Wednesday in sight. A "Mystery Spot" fic.

Barely a touch and she was gone. John Winchester in a sonnet.

The TARDIS was, without a doubt, cross with him.

If anybody cared to ask, he could tell them exactly how many days he has left to live. The numbers are branded into his mind.

He stared. She stared. He was glad he was already sitting down. [An OT3 fic.]

There’s a jerk like an abrupt exhale and Dean stands before him, telling him it's okay.

The visions are getting worse, you know that. One of these days they're just gonna fry your brain, then what?

Five things Sam Winchester remembers about Jessica Moore, and five reasons he loved her.

Sam takes his brother's death amazingly well. It's not until he tries to figure out how to get Dean back to the motel that he panics...that's how long it takes to sink in.

He gave up that pretty world for duty. Duty and Sammy. [Coda for 2.20 What Is and What Should Never Be.]

Sam and Dean were expecting to find a demon on this hunt. They were expecting to capture it and exorcise it. They just weren't expecting it to be so...lame. Honestly, this was just pathetic.

It's the sound of the highway that speaks to them now. A collection of vignettes.

The Doctor, Rose, and Jack find themselves at the tender mercies of yet another species Jack has managed to offend. Get captured, make brilliant escape, celebrate. Lather, rinse, repeat.

There are so many things to say. So many explanations that could come tumbling from his lips. Anything, anything at all that would make her understand that he loves her more than life itself...doesn’t he? Doesn't he?

He hadn't planned on spending the night perched on the top of a shelf in a closed grocery store, surrounded by rather vicious imps. As usual, it all boiled down to Dean's fault.

Sam stares into his mug of coffee like it holds the secrets of the universe. He had another one of those dreams last night, and Jess can't get a truthful word about them out of him...not to save her life.

She laughed his joy, she cried his grief... Jess becomes the stabilizing presence in Sam's life. A look at their relationship through the good times and the bad.

Five games Sam and Dean play on the road to keep themselves awake and sane. What, you thought the scenery along those thousands of miles of highway was going to keep the boys entertained?

Chloe watches helplessly as Clark is attacked for the first time by what will eventually become one of the most dreaded enemies of his adult life: The Daily Planet's revolving door.

A humorous take on Clark, Chloe, and Jimmy's scene at the end of Zod and just what Clark might have been thinking during his introduction to everyone's favorite future photographer. Not very pleasant things, of course. Chlark flavored!

So many times when he was young, that word was hurled like a dagger straight at his heart...and though he didn’t bleed on the outside, it felt like death on the inside. It took a person like her to make the word “secrets” okay again. [Chlark drabble.]

Improve your vocabulary with Chlark! A collection of generally fluffy and humorous short stories, all inspired by a single word or phrase. Today's word is vim: energy, activity, or vigor!

There's something Chloe's always wanted to try, so why pass up that opportunity now? Thoroughly goofy, fluffy Chlark.

Well, you're not supposed to be able to communicate clearly when you've been up for seventy eight hours! Fluffy Chlark humor oneshot.

Chloe has drawn some parallels between two different Farm Boys. Now if only she could get Clark to say those three little words, everything would be perfect... Thoroughly fluffy Chlark.

I, Fenrir, am the father of the new wolf. My affliction will spread like the plague, and those who once spat upon me shall hear my name and tremble.

When Sirius is found in his dog form by Lily Evans, what's he gonna do? Play the lovable mutt, of course! Well, at least until he can give her the slip...

She is cute, in her way, that Tonks. Very chipper. Well, WAS very chipper. Now she's a bit more like...er...like me, I suppose. I wonder if melancholy is contagious?

The Minister's coming for a visit! Quick, polish up the prisoners, dust the locks, tone down the dementors! Find a few inmates who can still talk in case he has questions!

He got the hint. Unless some miracle happened on this outing, which already seemed predestined to be disastrous, he could kiss his chances of ever getting close to her again goodbye. LJ

When Lily starts to believe Remus might just be a bit...different, Sirius takes that as his signal to raise a bit of havoc. This'll be the best Christmas hols ever!

[Oneshot, OotP] Never underestimate the power of guilt, especially when there's a crying woman involved. I learned that lesson well that night.

A sweet, sappy RLxNT oneshot drabble. Tonks lets Remus decide what she'll wear one night.

Sirius and Snape finally have the fight that's been brewing for decades! Hexes, pink hair, and chocolate fetishes abound before the end. One-shot humor fic!

James Potter is bored at school. One day at breakfast, a boy sitting beside him gets the one thing every student dreads: a Howler. My version of how James and Sirius met. Enjoy!