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[unamaga]

A special Thanksgiving edition of Round 'Em Up! *puts on cowboy hat*

Full Fics
-Hey Teacher (Or How Dean Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Detention) (Sam/Dean, NC-17) with robin1618

Sam reaches up and twines one long bony hand around Dean’s own, while the other—Dean gasps and snaps the pencil he’s holding—flicks his zip open. Then Sam picks up the pen from where it’s lying and, with one wicked glance up at Dean, opens his fingers and drops it on the floor. “Oh dear, sir, I seem to have dropped my pen,” Sam says. “I’d better look for it,” and his head bobs down into Dean’s lap.

-I Can Only Watch You So Long (Sam/Dean, R) with robin1618 continuation from above

"Maybe you should loosen your tie, sir," Sam says, and before Dean knows what's happening, Sam's leaning over him with his fingers hooked into the loop of Dean's tie, pulling it free. Dean just sits there, in a haze of miserable ecstacy, because any way he tries to work it out, it's wrong to want to rip off your star pupil's clothes and fuck him on top of your desk.

-I Will Keep You Kind (Sam, Dean, G)

Sam shuffles a little, fiddling with the hem of his own pajama top and the edge of the blanket. From what Dean can make out in the dim light cast by the street lamp just outside the window, he looks uncomfortable. Leave it to Sam, Dean thinks uncharitably, biting the inside of his cheek. “Would you still love me if I wasn’t your brother?” he finally blurts, tripping over the words in his haste to get them out.

-I Am Trying to Make You Sing (Jensen/Jared, PG)

It’s three minutes past midnight when Jared rolls over onto his side in the high grass and kisses Jensen, right on the mouth. Jensen doesn’t even startle, just slips his hands up Jared’s back and into his long hair, twisting a little so Jared will tip his head down—yeah, just like that.

-Two Times Dean Got Away With It (And One Time He Didn't) (Sam/Dean, R)

“Are you getting sick?” Sam asks, coming up behind Dean and wrapping his arms around that slim waist. Dean shivers and freezes in the middle of rolling another pair of jeans. His fingers stay clenched, white-knuckled, around the hem when Sam’s nails scratch against his belly. “Are you?”

-Peace Brother (What Are We Fighting For) (Sam, Dean, PG)

“You’re never trying to start a fight, are you?” Dean says, facing Sam now. His eyes are dark, lips turned up at the corner in a humorless smirk. “That’s just the problem. You always talk about Dad, about what he would have wanted, but did you really ever know, Sam? You spent years and years hating him, thinking he never wanted to see you again.”

-Push (Sam/Dean, strange implied Meg/Sam, R)

"You're kind of a freak," Meg says, crouching down in front of Sam. She leans forward, hands on his thighs for balance. "Fucking your own brother, Sammy? Tsk, tsk." Sam bites down on the dirty, makeshift gag.

-Scraps of Paper (various pairings and gen, overall R)

Sam remembers the first snowfall he ever saw, up in Colorado. He was five whole years old and the world seemed bigger than ever, covered in stark white. It scared him, but Dean took him by the hand, pulled him out into the yard and showed him how to make an angel. It still makes him smile to think of his big brother, wet hair stuck up in all different directions.

-Evening On the Ground (Blame Me) (Jensen/OMC, NC-17)

When the football coach corners him against the shower room wall, Jensen doesn’t even have time to panic, let alone grab a towel and wrap it around his waist. He’s naked and wet and the press of the other man’s clothed chest against his is making him a little lightheaded.

-Sleight of Hand (Sam, Dean, PG-13)

When Dean wakes up on January twenty-fourth, it doesn’t really seem like a big deal. He rolls over and Sam’s still in bed, arm thrown out to the side, mouth gaping open, same as any other day. So, he gets up, showers and heads out, planning to grab a few cups of coffee and a newspaper. Their last job had been a bust, just some stupid local kids trying to scare the adults into early graves, and he’s getting kind of restless. The open road is only nice when you have a destination.

-Maybe You're Gonna Be It (Jensen/Jared, PG-13)

When hiatus starts, sometime in early December, Jensen and Jared are so relieved they don’t get out of bed for an entire week. They order pizza for dinner almost every night and eat it sitting cross-legged next to each other on top of Jensen’s blue quilt.

Flopsies
-Lacrimosa (Dean)
-Ficlet Blurbs (various pairings, finished and unfinished)
-Hooker!Dean (Gen)
-Barn!Comment Porn with talilov (Sam/Dean)
-The Gospel According to Saint Mel (Jensen/Jared)
-Sittin' In a Tree (Jensen/Jared)
-Dean's Magnetism (Gen) with talilov
-Companion to "Peace, Brother" (Gen)
-Companion to "Push" (Sam/Dean implied)

Misc
-Massive Picspam
-Recs Post
-Dean's Natal Chart
-Mel's Wishlist
-Cleverly Disguised Picspam
-2x04 Episode Reactions
-2x06 Episode Reactions
-2x07 Episode Reactions
-2x08 Episode Reactions

[Previously on Round 'Em Up!]

holy crap, when did i start writing SO MUCH all the time?! *flaps*

Comments

[immoralilly.livejournal.com]

W00t! Look at you go, writing whizz!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*zoom*

[pushingyouaway.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOU!

*cuddles* thank you so much for doing this! i've been a bad girl and haven't been able to get on and this helps out with what was missed IMMENSELY and just. yes.

you are full of awesome and amazingness

happy thanksgiving! *gives you lots and lots of pie*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*smooches you lots!!!* i am all bouncy and happy and i would like to share it with you.

GUESS WHAT I'M DOING RIGHT NOW.

[talilov.livejournal.com]

masturbating.

Oh sorry, was that meant to be a secret? my bad.

That magnetism fic, I am dying of laughter. I had forgotten about that. Make sure that I never ever forget!!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

oh, no, i did that earlier today. right now i'm making a fic journal.

and, i promise to never ever ever let you forget the magnetism fic. or that thing we did with the book about the thing.

[talilov.livejournal.com]

LMAO ooooh, that book. See, I had already forgotten. \o/ Whoot.