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Kimi doesn't like to talk about feelings. Not because he doesn't want to, but because he simply can't. Lewis approaches him with some difficulties in his life, and then everything starts to click.
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It's 2009 and Kimi realizes his feelings for his best friend, and it hits him like no feeling has ever hit him before.
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James and Niki canonically requested adjoining rooms with an interconnecting door in Watkins Glen during their major showdown year (1976) and chaos ensued.
What if this was part of a larger pattern of unhinged behaviour?
Set in 1974. Niki is with Ferrari, James is with Hesketh, and both are without a lick of sense.
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After Niki's crash, it takes eleven days for James to feel brave enough to call the hospital and talk to Niki. It does not go how he expected.
Dedicated to Biscuits for being a partner in unhingedness and a general delight, and for cheerleading this fic into existence.
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sitting here with you (at the kitchen table) by stsgkaisen
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
20 Sep 2022
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Dean has no idea what he did to deserve it, but something so bigger and worthier and holier than him found him between the flames of hell and molded him back into himself. Took his bleeding hands and knit the skin back together like Dean was deserving of it. His arms and legs and chest and throat—every inch of him—has known Cas’s touch. The angel had sewn him back together enough times that somewhere along the line, angel grace replaced dental floss, and Dean has never been the same.
Now that it’s done and it’s over, the chasm in his gut eats itself raw.
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A little something about kitchen table conversations, and grief and love going hand in hand.
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“So- so you’d basically be using some sort of sigil to mask our human souls from the Empty?” Sam’s voice interrupts Dean’s desperate train of thought and startles him back to the present.
“Yes.” Jack is nodding, smiling, all gap-toothed and kindergarten positivity.
“And the only parts of us the Empty would see are whatever dead leaves the angels and demons left in our gutters?” Dean raises his eyebrows.
“Exactly.”
He lets out a low whistle. There’s a living warmth finally coming back into his complexion. Not done yet, Winchester, still one more rescue mission. “It’s gotta be me. I’m going.”