[Set in whenitsadream. Sam is imnot_likeyou. Comes after THIS.]

“A heart is a fragile thing. That's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others. Purer somehow. Like crystal in a world of glass, even the way they shatter is beautiful.”James was about two the first time he got ( Read more... )

He pretty much always smelled like cotton candy and motor oil, but he hadn’t heard anyone complain yet.

His dad had always encouraged him to dream big, and with his engineering degree, he was relatively certain that he had, but when it came to doing an actual job-he’d rather be getting his hands greasy under a Tilt-a-Whirl than anywhere else.

What do you get the woman who has everything?

It didn’t matter to him whether she was pretty or not-she was Sara-Rose, and that was the kind of thing that didn’t really matter.

Hunters were the good guys, at least that was what his father and uncle had always said, so James couldn’t understand why his father-who was also the good guy, too-was laying in a hospital bed, clinging to life, and a hunter was the one responsible.

Between his six plus feet, Mr. Wibbles, and the giant mass that was Boris, James was surprised that they ever managed to find room for anyone else in his bed.

This is a monumental milestone.

Mr. Wibbles, bless his tiny, hyperactive little heart, has managed to learn how to sing "With or Without You" just as well as Bono.

Rach would be so proud.