I want to write nasty, disgusting non-con, the type that's filled with screaming and begging, just bleeds and vomits all over, the kind of stuff that calls for a warning two pages long and then needs a warning for the warning--but instead, I'm writing lil Baby!Dean has a peppermint stick. Because I *suck*. *sigh*

I'm watching Highlander reruns on SYFY(stupid fucking name) and wondering why I'm not in bed.

my word count for today--500! Woooo, I am a writing steamroller!

Whathefuck, I'm going to bed! Nitey-nite, littul bunnies!

Title: Non Timebo Mala
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/OMCs, Sam/OMCs, Dean/Sam
Rating: this post G, various by chapter
Word Count: 1730
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. Warnings for sex ( brief het and M/M, incest.) Sections will have individual warnings.

He picked up the blanket wrapped bundle, barely a weight in his arms, but warm and comfortable against his shoulder. A long damped feeling flickered in his chest. Remembered holding his sister's babies, long, long ago, and how it'd felt, even if it wasn't true--like safe, and good, being close to family. Holding Dean felt like that, and that made him mad. He shouldn't feel like that about a little one who didn't belong—couldn't belong—to him. He sighed, and laid Dean down on the spare room bed. Tobe pulled another blanket over the one the boy wore and went back to his work.

Soon as the snow settled, that boy would have to go.
(  Soon as the snow settled, that boy would have to go. )