SpN: Non Timebo Mala part 33

To celebrate SpN Premiere Week! Fic! Hot and toasty fresh out of the oven! Well...maybe not so hot or toasty. And not quite fresh out the oven...*sigh*

Title: Non Timebo Mala
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Sam
Rating:NC-17
Word Count:4994
Spoilers: might be considered spoilery for All Hell Breaks Loose
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.

Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings; thus, expect anachronisms and flagrant display of personal fanon. Warnings for sex (occasional het and M/M, incest, rape.)

A little rough, I know, but oy...couldn't wait anymore!

( Missouri took Sam's hand.  )

Ah, Hug'o'meter....

It's time to retire the hug'o'meter! I thank everyone who gave me a hug--I choose to think those were hugs from the heart and not hugs to make me stop whining. Thanks guys for those times I pushed for 69 hugs. *koff* You know what I mean. The old hug'o'meter's been around for a long time, hasn't it? *sniff* Bye Huggy, we'll hardly notice you're gone! :)

Birthday!!

Happy Birthday, pepperjackcandy! The birthday fairy says dance, eat cake, and be merry! :)

House Cleaning

So, I'm going to let go of a bunch of communities because my profile page is starting to creep me out seriously--too many things on it! Lots of the comms are pretty much dead or way out of my interest now. I still feel guilty leaving them, but that impulse used to make me stay at parties waaaaaaay past the point I should have, not wanting to offend the host. Or god forbid, show up at a party that no one comes to and then you have to stay like all night long trying to make up for the forty people who flaked out like fucking bastards because they knew the host was boring like whoa and you only came because you figured you could shield yourself behind the meat of your comrades the fuckers who didn't show up...not that I'm channeling bitter memories of my young adulthood or anything....

So, the trimming commences!

Don't ask me why I feel the need to share this incredibly uninteresting bit of information. :)