Rating: PG-13 possibly light R
Word Count: 35,806
Warning: Wincest, sacrilegious elements, language, gory mentions
Plot: The Apocalypse is lost. Dean said yes to Michael. And they still got their asses handed to them on a silver platter. Chaos had been unleashed. Demons are dancing over the dead angels. So it's up to Team Free Will (Sam Winchester-ex demon blood junkie, Castiel-Angel of Thursday and Gabriel Archangel/ex-Trickster/full time pain in the ass) to start Plan B, End Game, the Last Hope We Have For The World To Not End. The Plan is rather simple. Travel back in time to when Sam was on the road to Stanford, have Sam merge with his past self, and rewrite history (in true snarky/kick ass style) As for Dean? Well he remembers nothing of the future and what is (hopefully not) to come. Worse for Sam is that he doesn't remember their relationship. Meaning that ontop of the whole saving the world gig, Sam Winchester has to seduce his brother for the second time.
Notes: This story had been such a journey in my real life and online life. I wrote this to prove to myself that I can write a decent Supernatural fic. Though it turned to be a little cracky and odd, but it’s my baby and I like it. What you are about to read is the product of so much research that it’s not even all that funny. I read In the Hunt so many times that the pages are curling. I ordered several fan guides to help with episodes and to get background of the show. I’ve watched the first two seasons so many times that I can now quote ‘Tall Tales’ and ‘Hell House’ by heart literally. Somewhere, somehow while writing this I went from someone who couldn’t watch the show without all the lights on to a dedicated, die-hard fan of the show. Along the way, I’ve made a couple awesome friends, graduated high school, and found that maybe (just maybe) choosing to major in English with a Writing Specialty in college was a good idea.
Thank Yous and Hugs: Alright first off snaps to wendy and thehighwaywoman for setting this up. These two do this EVERY YEAR. And seriously? I don’t know how they do it. They’re amazing.
Next up is, my fabulous beta, candygramme. Thanks for all the words of encouragement, dealing with my neurosis, and still managing to get all the nasty grammar mistakes out of the way. You’re amazing.
To my lovely artist, gottalovev: What can I say? You’re one of the sweetest people that I’ve ever had the privilege of collaborating with. You made some kickass artwork for my story and I am deeply honored. I can only hope our friendship grows.
To the wacky people over at Supernatural and J2 Big Bang support comm : you all gave me the courage to write this story. Without all of you, I wouldn’t be posting this right now. The support and love that you all have pulled me out of my deepest periods of writer’s block to the days where the words flowed like water. Or even those days when all I wanted to do was give up and curl up on the couch. So thank you all.
Finally, emerish: you’re an amazing friend and lovely person. We leaned on each other and now here we are. You’ve got a lot of warmth, talent, and are such a caring person. You acted as a cheerleader to get me through my roughest days, and best of all became a dear friend. (Now all we have to do is get through the Merlin Big Bang!) So thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart.