"Hey, the Charger was pretty unsalvageable down in that Mexican tunnel. How’s Brian driving a brand new one in the rescue scene?" Cue khaleesian, crickets chirping. kadymae rolls her eyes. "Who do we know who has a pretty well-stocked salvage yard?"

Sam never figured a bar fight in Nowheresville, Tennessee would lead to learning so much about his brother - or the hunting community.

Sometimes, Sam and Dean have to be flexible to do their job.

Written for [info]lgbtfest: In their time crisscrossing the country hunting evil and hiding out in motel rooms in small town America, Sam and Dean spent a few months living out life in a crossroads town in southern Alabama. Dean loved hunting and loved his family, but he'd learned not to expect anything from anyone else.

Hunters lived outside society, so what was one more thing to make him different from some damn civilian? That’s what Dean used to think—before he realized how powerful being a part of the queer community could be. The only trouble is, keeping in touch with the community is easier said than done when he’s never in one place for very long, and sometimes Dean needs his community like a lifeline. That’s where the list comes in.

"If we're going to do this, it can't be with the end of a guitar string and ink dipped from a ball point pen."