[Set in Maybe This Time. Dean is silvr_moonbeams and is used with permission from his mun who asked for Dean/Hadley future fic with the prompt “train.”]

“Do we really have to take the train?”Remy turned back to him with a bit of a look, before sliding her arms around his waist, partially because it was cold, partially because she wanted to be closer to him. ( Read more... )

She had never hoped for a false positive more in her life, but when the second test came through the same, she couldn’t help but feel the world was closing in.

She knew that around Eric she should be discreet about her new somewhat relationship, but when it came to her ex, she couldn’t help but want to rub it in his face.

[Cowritten with silvr_moonbeams.]Dean was tired. He was hurting, he was tired, and he was alone. He didn't even want to think about any of it. Didn't want to think about what his actions had done to Bobby, or about Sam taking off. He just wanted to be done with it all. He needed a break ( Read more... )

It wasn’t about the drugs, but at the same time it was-the weightless feeling that came with being high and the disconnect from responsibility because it wasn’t her body, she was just watching.

He smelled like leather, gasoline and sulfur and while it was an odd combination, it was starting to become a comforting one.

Their future was standing on shaky ground, and it wasn’t so much the fact that he fired her that was doing it-it was the way his ego seemed to think that this wasn’t all that huge a problem.

It was something they both needed at the time, and Remy wasn’t sure if she was ready to expect anything more than that.

There was no chance of being a survivor with her disease, which is why Remy insisted she had to hold on to life now, while she had it.

House’s working theory was that everybody lied, and it was more important thing was to figure out what it was, but as far as Remy was concerned, the whys were infinitely more interesting than the whats.