“Elinor – do you think it could be real – that he could – that he might be a magician?” “His speech is rather rough, dearest. More likely he is a day-labourer from the North.”

In a world where Hunters and Witches have formed an alliance to protect humans from Rogues, Dean Winchester is a Master Hunter. The last of a long line of Hunters, Dean is on the trail of Azazel, one of the most powerful Rogues that has ever existed. Knowing that he can't Hunt the Rogue alone, Dean visits the city of Nouvelle Orleans and the High Witch who holds it. She offers him her heir, Samuel, and the two leave. In their search for Azazel, they find secrets buried beneath secrets and a stunning revelation that could change the entire world.

"Here’s an idea," John said. "Let’s just not talk about it. That’s been working pretty well for the last two months."

John Bender gets a life

Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists.

Arthur, Merlin, frat brothers, the Dragon, Arthur's BlackBerry, script writing, shitty hip-hop music, Dogma, FATE & DESTINY - oh God I wish I were joking.

VIIVIII Sephiroth is not a mess easily cleaned up. In their Garden, the SeeDs find themselves with two new problems on their hands: a psychotic, silver haired mass murderer, and Cloud Strife, determined to finish what Jenova started.

Kurt revenge-seduces Jesse St. James. The glee club helps.

Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.

In which Adam is a struggling singer and Misha is an eccentric artist, and somehow it all just works.

A routine investigation into an art theft turns up Neal's fingerprints on a stolen painting. Neal swears he's never stolen a Nullier painting, but that's only half the truth...

Megan had been calling them zombies from the get-go; after the third one, while Adam was busy puking his guts all over the sidewalk, she went around to all of them and hissed, "Listen, they're zombies, do you get it?"

The main thing he'd been thinking, that whole last week, was that when it was over, he'd finally be able to breathe again. He didn't know what else could've been making him feel so weird, the awful tightness in his chest every time he was in the same room with Cook, the way his stomach just kept clenching up and jumping.

So a Sumeragi walks into a BDSM club and says, "Ouch".

"They all think I’m your boyfriend anyway," John said. "Yes, so? You are my boyfriend," Rodney said. "Why is this a problem?" "They thought I was before I even was!" John yelled.