Fic - Of Cracked Ice and Bodice Rippers, PG13, 1/1

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Title: Of Cracked Ice and Bodice Rippers
Author: zoemathemata
Rating: PG-13 - boy on boy kiss
Genre and/or Pairing: H/C, Dean/Cas (barely)
Spoilers: Season 5
Warnings: Mild Slash
Word Count: 7200ish
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except a brain full of crazy.
Summary: Written for the Dean-focused hurt/comfort fic challenge. Prompt 92 by starryfif2 - Dean, while hunting something with Sam/Castiel, gets thrown and lands on thin ice. The ice cracks. Dean falls through, and gets rescued. He needs CPR because he isn't breathing. Sam/Castiel give Dean his coat(if it's Sam)or trench-coat(If it's Castiel). The ever popular cliched snuggling ensues. Bonus points if they're hunting a yeti. Bonus BONUS points if Sam/Castiel get Dean a cup of hot cocoa. IDK: I find the idea of Dean drinking hot chocolate cute. Don't judge me! Can be Wincest or Castiel/Dean, or gen; whatever suits the author, though I do admit I like Dean getting kisses.
A/N: Didn’t get the yeti in - SORRY! Thanks to luc_darling for the title, suggestions, and the beta. You’re a peach!


( Of Cracked Ice and Bodice Rippers )

Snow Blindness

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*waves shyly*

Hi! I lurk here under another name, but this is my fanfic journal, and today a rabid plot bunny bit my ankle and wouldn't let go, so I figured I may as well post it and get it out of my system.

So, uh, here goes.

Title: Snow Blindness
Summary: Okay, this idea wouldn't leave me alone, so here it is. There's no plot, just a whole lot of Sam being Sam. The idea is this: Dean said "yes." The world ended. Now someone has to pick up the pieces.
Spoilers: This story assumes canon right up until S.5.10, which is the last episode I watched. There are no explicit spoilers, but, y'know, if you haven't seen any of Season 5, you're reading this at your own risk. No slash, although if you squint really hard maybe you could read something into it if you want. I make no claims about authorial intent once my story is out there.
Word count: 3,031
Standard disclaimer: I own nothing, lay claim to nothing, and am VERY sad that I don't own any of it.
Extra waffly authorial disclaimer: This is entirely unbeta-ed. Read at your own risk. ;)

(Snow Blindness)