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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 00:13:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>An angel among devils, interlude</title>
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  <description>WC: 125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Baby,&quot; Sam said and licked Dean&apos;s ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Call me that again!&quot; Dean bellowed, overcome with lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Gonna fuck your boypussy,&quot; Sam said and slid into Dean&apos;s lubeless ass because it was Just That Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of fucking, Sam realized Dean was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What&apos;s wrong?&quot; Sam asked breathlessly. Dean&apos;s ass was so tight, he was probably a virgin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean couldn&apos;t help it, he wept. &quot;I&apos;ll be honest,&quot; he said, embarrassed, &quot;I&apos;ve have sex...but I&apos;ve never made love before.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Then this will be special,&quot; Sam said, loving Dean more than he ever had before, but mostly in an incesty way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Dean said. &quot;You&apos;re my first, be gentle.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I will, baby. I&apos;ll take care of you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they had more sex. lol.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2006 06:01:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>An angel among devils, part 2/172&lt;br /&gt;Dean/Sam&lt;br /&gt;Rated R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sam,&quot; Dean said, &quot;I think I need to be alone.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Are you sure, man? I mean, you are an angel now,&quot; Sam pointed out. &quot;You must be traumatized.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I won&apos;t be any more traumatized by this than when you abandoned me for your hope of a better life.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I said I&apos;m sorry about that,&quot; Sam said. &quot;What more do you want me to say?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nothing,&quot; Dean said. &quot;There&apos;s nothing you can do. I have hidden scars, you know.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Speaking of,&quot; Sam said, &quot;I think  I&apos;ll order a pizza.&quot; He picked up the cell phone off the table and took it outside because it wouldn&apos;t get a signal inside the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, he went back inside. On the bed, Dean was curled up, sleeping, with his huge wings wrapped around him like a downy cocoon. On his golden cheeks were two identical trails where he&apos;d obviously cried himself to sleep. Even more disturbingly, it looked like he’d also sucked his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam needed to find a solution to this curse and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fade to black*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 05:04:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>An angel among devils, part 1/172&lt;br /&gt;Dean/Sam &lt;br /&gt;Rated R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sammy,” Dean said. “My back hurts so much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was it because of the demon that attacked you earlier? She chanted something before she hit you and you fell to the ground.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe,” Dean said. “Can you rub my back for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure,” Sam said. “And afterwards...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” Dean said with a smile. “As long as dad doesn’t find out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll be sure he doesn’t.” Sam sat on Dean’s back and began massaging it while Dean began moaning.  Gosh, Sammy’s hands on his bare flesh felt good (Oh, Dean took off his clothes earlier lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Harder, Sammy,” Dean said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Does this feel good, baby?” Sam purred into his ear. “Do you want it harder?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” But then Dean sat up. “Ow, my back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you turned on or in pain?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In pain,” Dean answered. “I think that witch might have done something to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam’s eyes got wide when he saw Dean’s back. Growing out of his skin were two tiny white patches and they were getting larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell, man,” he stuttered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Dean screamed in pain, Sam grabbed him close. “It’s okay, shhhhh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean calmed down after what seemed like forever and Sam’s breathe caught: In place of Dean’s smooth back were white, downy wings. Dean was an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fade to black*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol wella, this is the end of part 1. Hope you enjoyed and don&apos;t forget to feed the author. That&apos;s me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2006 00:04:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>To Know What Love Is by DB&lt;br /&gt;Sam/Dean, R&lt;br /&gt;Summary: When Dean&apos;s pain threatens to overtake him, can Sam bring him back from the dark abyss?&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lyricsdepot.com/foreigner/i-want-to-know-what-love-is.html&quot;&gt;Foreigner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I gotta take a little time, a little time to think things over&lt;br /&gt;I better read between the lines, in case I need it when I&apos;m older.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam knew something was wrong, the minute Dean locked himself in the motel bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dean?&quot; he asked and knocked on the door. &quot;What are you doing in there?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Go away, Sammy,&quot; Dean said. &quot;I&apos;m busy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Doing what?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;NOTHING. GO AWAY.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dean,&quot; Sam said, worried. &quot;Are you crying?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t cry,&quot; Dean said stiffly from behind the door, where he was looking at himself in the mirror. At his feet, there was a razor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if sensing his pain, Sam knocked harder on the door. &quot;Dean, open up! I know you are hurting yourself again!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now this mountain I must climb, feels like the world upon my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds I see love shine, it keeps me warm as life grows colder&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, Sammy! Stay AWAY!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dean,&quot; Sam said. &quot;I need you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, you do not,&quot; Dean replied and picked up the razor. He drew it across his wrists and only a tear fell. &quot;I&apos;m sorry, Sammy,&quot; he said. &quot;I love you, but I do not love myself.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he began fading away on the cold, lonely floor, he heard the door bust open. As Sam saw Dean on the floor, dying, he leaned down and pulled his head into his lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, baby,&quot; he said. &quot;Why did you do this? I loved you so much and now I&apos;m alone.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Not really alone,&quot; Dean said with his last dying breath. &quot;I will always be with you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the hotel, it was dark. Inside Sam&apos;s heart, it would always be dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my life there&apos;s been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know if I can face it again&lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t stop now, I&apos;ve travelled so far, to change this lonely life&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~owari~*&lt;br /&gt;Please review! lol it makes me write more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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