Happy Winchester Day!

[beanside]

So, in honor of Winchester Day (and because more than a couple people seem to want it), I'm going to ressurect the timestamp meme.

So, pick any fic of mine that you want to see more of, and tell me when you want it set. I'll do my best to give you a drabble or ficlet.

Comments

[derryderrydown.livejournal.com]

Wheee! The JDM/CMM 'verse, a year down the line. *beams*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

“Thank you for flying United Airlines. Please remain seated until the plane comes to a complete stop.”

Jeff let his head fall back onto the seat. For a two hour flight, this had sucked. They’d dicked up his reservation and put him in coach. Not that he minded the lack of champagne, but his six foot two frame didn’t really settle into the seat well. Add in a hyperactive child next to him that didn’t seem to grasp that you didn’t have to move the entire PSP to make it work, and even two and a half hours seemed like forever.

The moment the plane rolled to a stop, he was on his feet, stepping into the aisle. If the people around him wanted to bitch about him being an entitlement whore star, too damn bad.

Really, he was doing them all a favor. If he had to sit for one more minute, Jeffrey Dean was gonna have to choke a bitch.

The walk to baggage was equally thrilling. One groper, two criers and a partridge in a goddamn pear tree. Jesus.

All he wanted was to get to baggage, get Bisou out of her crate, and go the fuck home. Then, he was going to call Chad, and they were going to eat and fuck. Not necessarily in that order.

Christmas with his family had been great, really. But it had been nearly two weeks since he’d last seen Chad, and he was done. The one consolation had been hearing the same echo of loneliness in Chad’s voice on the phone. Chad had promised him a surprise when he got home, and imagining the possibilities was the one thing that had kept Jeff sane.

[brynwulf]

*rubs hands together*

Jeff/Hayden set after the season finale of Heroes and it's been renewed with explodingly good reviews of Hayden's role. *G*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

There were benefits to being the dead guy on the top-rated show in the country. He sure as hell got invited to more of the good parties. And really, God bless TV Guide and their free booze.

The new season was almost ready to start with all of the local shows in full swing. The party was crowded with the hottest young stars of the small screen. Of which, he was not. Thanks to the Grey's spin off, his pilot had been shelved for another year. It meant he'd be able to visit Vancouver and play with the boys, which was cool, but it also meant making some tough decisions. Did he wait for Shonda, or did he take another job? Or did he just keep churning out movies?

"Well, well. I thought you'd be too good for us," a sweet voice murmured in his ear. "Big shot Mr. Movie star."

Jeff turned, smiling at Hayden. "And what's a nice juvie like you doing in a place like this."

"Ah-ah," she smirked. "I turned eighteen last week." With a smirk, she shoved something in his pocket and headed towards the elevators, hips swinging.

Jeff slid his hand into his pocket, tugging out a filmy scrap of lace and elastic.

Then, he downed the rest of his drink and headed towards the elevator, shoving her panties back out of sight.

[eponin10.livejournal.com]

Hee! I have no idea why, but I love these two together. *g*

[brynwulf]

OMGODDESS aren't they SPECIAL?

Sorry my caplocks are matching my mood tonight. But I love how Bean is doing these guys.

[tikiaceae.livejournal.com]

Oooooh. Ok!

Of Bastard Saints. Sometime in the future, pretty please!

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Whose point of view/which character do you want?

[tikiaceae.livejournal.com]

Dean and/or Andrew!

[beanside.livejournal.com]

“What’s the fourth circle, and why are you giving Levi orders?”

Andrew stilled for a moment. “Eavesdropping, John? Not very hospitable of you.”

“I’m an inhospitable kind of guy.” John stood, crowding Andrew until he took a step back. “What are you?”

“I don’t-“

“I’ve met Levi before. When you were eight. Funny, he looks the same,” John said shortly. “Now, what are you?”

Andrew shrugged. “The same thing I’ve always been. Human.”

“That doesn’t mean a lot, boy.”

Andrew sighed, unbuttoned the top of his shirt and pulled out the leather cord within. An anti-possession pendant hung chunky and silver at his fingertips. “I’m human and clean. Better?”

“Partly,” John conceded. “What else are you?”

Andrew’s smile was dark. “A little of this, a little of that.”

“I’m not kidding, Andrew.”

“What are you going to do, kill me? Put a bullet in my brain? I’ve fucking tried, it doesn’t work,” Andrew snarled. “Here, let me help you.”

He moved, quicker than John could follow, pulling John’s gun from its holster under his arm and popping the clip. “Silver, John? You think I’m a shapeshifter?”

“Alternates with cold iron and rock salt hollow points,” John said, glaring. There was still a cold iron one in the chamber, he knew. Perfectly acceptable to put in his head, if Andrew was so inclined.

With a firm push, Andrew slid the clip back in and took the safety off. “Always prepared,” Andrew smirked, offering the gun back, butt first.

The moment John’s hand touched it, curling around the grip, Andrew let his knees go, sinking to the stone floor of the church. “Go ahead, John. I’m not quite human. Isn’t that enough for you? You’ve always been judge, jury and executioner,” Andrew taunted.

“Andrew-“

“I’m a danger to you and your boys, aren’t I? Go ahead, do it.” Andrew closed his eyes, but not before John saw the traitorous shine of unshed tears behind his glasses. “Do it,” Andrew growled, pressing his forehead against the barrel. “Do it.”

[tikiaceae.livejournal.com]

Maybe I shouldn't have asked for this... it's making me even *more* impatient! *sniffles*

Oh, Andrew.

[fureux.livejournal.com]

*puts hand up*

um, miss? i think i just NUKED my undercrackers. DAMN!

[eponin10.livejournal.com]

More 0t3verse fic! *wimpers* The wait for the next part is killing me!

[beanside.livejournal.com]

*laugh* How far out?

[eponin10.livejournal.com]

*g* Immediately after the last one left off? The angst and what's in the box are totally killing me.

[wendy.livejournal.com]

I second this request. And I will beg if needed!!

[lunardreamed.livejournal.com]

On my knees!

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Ask, and you shall recieve!

*points down at entry*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Done! *points down*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

The house was too empty. Jared could hear the rain pattering on the roof, a steady miserable sound. Even crashing on the couch with Die Hard and Lethal Weapon didn't help. All he could think of was last night, Jensen curled up between them before everything went sideways. His thoughts kept coming back to that: why had Jensen taken off? Hadn't they made things as clear as anything?



Fine, so Jeff was probably right. So it was probably Jensen's issue, nothing that they did and nothing to do about it but wait for Jensen to get his head straight. Jeff could be reasonable about watching Jensen walk away; Jared couldn't. Maybe because Jeff expected Jensen to come back.



Then again, half the time, he couldn't make himself believe that Jeff would come back to him when he had to go out of town. A shrink would have a field day with him. And people wondered why he and Chad were friends. Hello, abandoment complexes, wonder twin powers activate.

Jared smiled bitterly as he flipped off the movie, stumbling across a re-run of House of Wax. Chad was kinda like Beetlejuice. Think his name, and somehow he always appeared. Maybe he should give the bastard a call, whine about Jensen leaving.

Nah. It still felt too fresh, too raw. Jared didn't even want to talk to Jeff about it. He'd ignored the phone, and the blinking machine in favor of sleeping late and watching shitty movies.

And here he was. Alone.

Sounding like a goth emo bitch on myspace.

This was pathetic. Time to go do something. Even if it was just painting. Or staring at the pooltable where just yesterday he'd been sprawled with Jensen's cock up his ass. God, he could still feel the burn.

[eponin10.livejournal.com]

*wimpers* You are evil. *g* Lovely, as always. Thank you, dear.

[wendy.livejournal.com]

I KNEW HE WAS HOME.

*beams*

[(Anonymous)]

Since I didn't request anything earlier, can I ask for more of this? Please? Please, please?

[bluesister.livejournal.com]

*snort*
Who's going to start an 12-Step for Nillybean fic? Yeah, no one.

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

Anything from your Jeff/Chad series. *g*

[(Anonymous)]

From the promised Jeff/Jen/Chad threesome:

Despite Jared's assertion to just bring himself, Chad had stopped by his apartment. He just couldn't see showing up for something like this without bringing something.

So, when Jensen opened the door, a faint smirk on his face, he shoved a bottle of Boone's Farm wine at him. "Here, it's imported," Chad muttered.

Jensen laughed, rolling his eyes and pulling Chad into a quick, uncomfortable hug. Then, Jared was there, all sweet smelling skin and warmth, hugging him, urging him into the house Jensen was renting. They ended up in the living room, Jared dragging him to the couch, Jensen following with a pizza and a six pack.

It almost seemed bizarrely normal. They ate, and bullshitted about their respective shows, and polished off a couple of cans of beer each.

Then, Jensen leaned forward abruptly. "Okay, let's see it."

Chad shifted nervously. "Right now?"

"You got a better time to do it?" Jensen asked.

Jared gave him an encouraging smile.

Chad pressed his back into the arm of the couch, trying to get space. "You just want me to what, whip it out?"

"Why not? We're all grown ups here." Jensen smirked. "Some of us, anyway."

Chad kicked him in the thigh. Jensen grabbed him by the ankle, pinning his foot against the back of the couch. His fingers felt very warm on the thin skin of Chad's ankle. Chad twitched his foot, trying to get Jensen to let go.

"It's clean, right?" Jared asked anxiously.

"Of course it's clean!" Chad muttered. Giving up on getting Jensen to do anything for the moment, Chad made a face at Jared. His brother, his best friend, the total fucking dork. "Jesus, Jared."

"Well, then," Jensen drawled, letting a little Texas into his voice, "let's see the murder weapon."

Groaning, Chad reached into his bag and pulled out a large neon blue dildo. It had seemed less threatening than the nauseating flesh toned ones, at least at the time. When Chad set it on the coffee table, it looked huge and more perverse than the horse-sized fists that had hung around the adult toy shop like mounted deer heads.

"Sweet Christ," Jared cursed.

"Dude," Jensen said. "I don't know how to tell you this, but that? Is way bigger than Jeff."

Chad ducked his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. "It looked smaller in the store," he gritted. "I saw Jeff, all right? Shut up about it. I was distracted by the freaking logs they had up behind the counter."

Jensen made a rude noise and grabbed his beer, draining the rest of it in one long pull. His throat worked as he swallowed, until Chad made himself look away. When Chad started to pull his leg back, Jensen leaned into him and trapped it again. Jensen's smile was a worrying flash of teeth.

In the meantime, Jared had reached out and picked up the toy. There was something seriously wrong with seeing Jared hold that thing in his hand, dwarfing it between long fingers and his huge palm. Jared rubbed his thumb along an exaggerated vein, looked at Chad, and said very quietly, "Dude."

[beanside.livejournal.com]

A. That was me.

B. Make that Jared/Jensen/Chad threesome

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

Woot!!!! *g* Poor Chad...

[tobemeagain.livejournal.com]

From a different entry *laugh* There's so much still to go on OBS, it's not even funny. Pick a POV and a timestamp, and i'll be happy to give you something.
6 months to 1 year later after With a sigh, Andrew snapped his cell phone shut. Then he looked to the sky, shaking his head. "You gave me all the idiots. And you could've warned me that your wrath has freckles." Which has to be one of the best line ever *thinks*
Dean POV... well I'd like Sam too, but that sounds greedy *shrugs, okay so I'm greedy*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

*laugh*

The door to the church slammed open under Dean's hand, revealing a startled Andrew, teetering on the edge of a pew as he stretched to replace a light bulb in the chandelier.

"Hey! When did you get back?"

Dean watched as he climbed down. "You son of a bitch," he hissed. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"What's going on, Dean."

Before he could think about it, the Colt was steady in his hand, hammer cocked. "You've been using me. Fuck, I thought you were my friend! I thought you were human! And instead, you've been whoring me out to your demons. Must have thought it was pretty fucking funny, to watch Belial's hands on me."

"Dean, I-" Andrew broke off as Dean's hands slid around his throat, tightening.

[tobemeagain.livejournal.com]

OOOOHHHHH *sighs*
so cool, thank you. Of course I want more... teasers are so frusterating but so compelling too. Dean's hands slid around his throat, tightening. Of course my brain dove right for the kink and several very porny places *ahem... yeees? okay so I am totally blaming that on you now*
Loved this!

[embroiderama]

Not sure if this is entirely kosher under the timestamp meme, but I would love to see something from early in the timeline of the OT3 verse, but from Jeff or Jared's POV. Like, what was going on with them while Jensen was falling apart.

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Jeff scooped up the phone on the second ring. He was past the hope that it would be Jensen, but maybe Kane or Mikey had heard from him.

"Hello?"

"Have we heard anything?" Jared asked.

"Not yet. Aren't you supposed to be on a flight?"

"I am. I'm on the airphone. I'm really worried, baby."

"I know. I think I'm going to go hit his rental agency up for a spare key to his place, maybe check it out."

"We could do that. Eric should be calling you soon. He wants to talk about the upcoming season. Since you've still got a couple open slots in your big-ass movie actor schedule, I think he wants you back."

Jeff wrinkled his nose. "Uh. Jare? I went into the light, didn't I?"

"And?"

"Uh, yeah. Good point," Jeff admitted.

[embroiderama]

Oh, you rock so hard! *heartclench*

[poisontaster]

Deathknell. Early in the timeline with Kane and Nikki? BECAUSE KANE IS LOVE. *coughs significantly*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Kane came awake as Nikki slid in bed with him, her slim body fitting against him. "Hey," he murmured sleepily.

Her lips pressed against his jaw. "Happy birthday, Christian."

He shrugged. "No big."

"Sure it is." She squirmed a little, and he wrapped an arm around her, finding only soft skin where he'd expected clothing.

"Nikki?"

"Sssh. C'mon, Chris. We're going to have a little fun." Small hands slid down his chest, steadying her as she crawled on top of him, her pussy riding along his stiffening cock, painting the underside with wet heat.

"That's it, birthday boy. You're sixteen now, time to make you a man."

[linderhill.livejournal.com]

so heart wrenching, poor mini-Jensen!

[poisontaster]

Gnnnngh.

I think that, beyond the overwhelming hotness of sixteen year old Christian Kane, what I like the most about this is the kind of subtle question of whether this is at Nikki's own behest or whether something Morgan's told her to do. :)

[lunardreamed.livejournal.com]

Deathknell, when Jensen first became a slave.

[linderhill.livejournal.com]

oooooo, I second that one

[beanside.livejournal.com]

See below!

[beanside.livejournal.com]

"When the nice people get here, you have to go with them, baby," his mother said softly. "Otherwise, they're going to take us away."

"I don't wanna go away," Jensen whimpered. "I wanna stay here."

"I know, sweetheart. But we can't afford to take care of you and your sister. And if you don't go, she'll starve. Do you want that?"

"No, Mommy." Jensen felt his lower lip wobble as someone knocked on the door. He could be brave.

The man came in talked quietly to his parents. Jensen didn't like the way the man looked at him. It made him feel bad, but he didn't say anything. He wasn't a baby like Mackenzie.

But when the man's hard hand closed around his wrist, pulling him towards the door, he couldn't help the tears. "Mommy! I don't want to go! Please don't make me!"

His mother turned away, closing the door behind him as the man dragged him away.

[meri-oddities.livejournal.com]

Deathknell - J3 - five years in the future.

[beanside.livejournal.com]

"Hey, baby," Jeff murmured, squirming between Jared and Jensen on the couch. "I have a favor to ask of you. And I'd like you to think about it."

"Of course. What's up?"

"Well, you know that they've been building the new Library of Congress, right?"

"Yeah." Jensen smiled. "Chad's thrilled that it finally got off the ground."

"He wants to dedicate it to Morgan. Make it the Morgan Coulson Library of Congress. I was wondering if you and Kane would do the unveiling. You knew her best."

[meri-oddities.livejournal.com]

Excellent. Thank you so much for the look and the hope for the future. I love this 'verse and can't wait to see what you do with it, how you get me there. *points up*