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It's the dead of winter in the middle of the Oregon wilderness when Sam lets go.
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12 Oct 2026
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I’m poison, Dean had said instead of I’m sorry. Well, Sam wants to say, what does that make me? What the hell does that make me?
(A look into Sam's mind in the aftermath of the Gadreel possession.)
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11 Oct 2026
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“My brother. Where is he? He - he was with me when I went to sleep. What have you done with him?” Sam can feel the panic starting to claw up his throat, thinking about what might have happened to Dean, making his hands sweat - “And where are we? Where have you brought me?”
“Sam?” the man says again and man, it’s like a broken record, “Sam what the fuck,” and this is a waste of time, they’ve already established the man knows Sam’s name. Sam glances at the door, wonders if he can make a run for it. The man mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like ‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’
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Sam wakes up aged 9 and with zero clue who the weird man in the bed next to his is. They deal.
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30 Sep 2026
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“Take that stupid vest off, and lift your shirt.” Matt knew the wounds from the misfired bullets had to be deep, though the ex-Marine would never admit to it. Not willingly, anyway.
“Shit, why don’t you take me out on a date first?” Frank grinned wolfishly in response.
Frank Castle, Matt Murdock and one bed. Two men, mirrors of each other, each the same, and both the opposite. A guaranteed recipe for disaster.
Or perhaps a one-way trip to something even worse: uncharted territory.
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- Part 1 of Devil's Hour
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06 Apr 2026
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Dennis was just musing on whether he had enough money for a cab or if he had to walk an hour through Pittsburgh at night, when a warm, heavy hand landed on his shoulder.
“You good kid?”
Whitaker immediately tensed, recognizing the voice from hours before, and from when they first met in one of the emergency rooms of the ER.
The resident spun on his heels, facing the orthopedic surgeon with his usual nervous smile.“Doctor Park...!” The dark eyes that looked at him so pointedly whenever they met were somehow tamer. A softer shade. “It’s– I’m fine, I just missed my roommate going home.”
He softly dismissed the other’s weirdly concerning expression with a shake of his head, and he felt a loss when that hand slid from his shoulder back to its owner’s side. Doctor Park watched him intently before speaking again, like Whitaker was one of the cut-off limbs he came down to examine.
“Don’t be shy,” His voice was low, and weirdly teasing. “If you need a ride, my car’s right there.”
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Or, the night when The Shark offers a ride home to local mouse boy, and it ends up being something else entirely, that neither of them expected.
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- Part 1 of The Kind Of Love (I've Been Dreaming Of)
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16 Mar 2026