#theme:disability

With Dean."

The Year of Letting Go by runedgirl

Art by sillie82

Sam/Dean

Explicit

Canon divergent

Disability

37k

take a slice of this pie -Remy

Next to You by KatherineF (T | 10,101 | 1/1)

Neil Josten works as a math professor and lives a comfortable life in a neighborhood that happens to house all of his closest friends. He meets Andrew Minyard, the owner of the quaint bookstore down the street, at a barbeque and makes the mistake of agreeing to go to his book club.

thanks! -ari

Stick around, will ya? by confusedandconflicted (T | Incomplete | 1/?)

It starts off with a no, funnily enough.

aka Neil is running from Riko and lands himself at Eden's Twilight, where all the Foxes live and work (Wymack owns the place and all the Foxes work there and live above the club like one big family).

it’s never a bother and sure I love this fic! -Halley

heaven and hell (were words to me) by sporadichearttcollector (M | 22,068 | 5/5)

He would never admit it, but his thing for Neil is becoming a serious problem. Half his schemes aren’t even real anymore, if he’s honest. They’re just excuses to see number ten.

Andrew isn’t a hardcore villain anyways, so it’s not really a big deal. As long as he robs a few banks a year, he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a job or rent, and his brother gets to continue med school.

here you go!-Halley

he is the words that i can't find by earlgrey_milktea (G | incomplete | 11/?)

Andrew is just trying to make it through the rest of high school without murdering someone with an exy stick (most likely Kevin) or dying of boredom, whichever comes first, when a blue-eyed flight risk quietly transfers into their dead-end school and proceeds to disrupt Andrew's life as he knew it.

this is the newest one i know of-Halley

The Sound by jemejem (M | 17,796 | 5/5)

The cottage looked unassuming and quaint, with a wooden ramp up to the front porch and rose bushes beneath the windows. A little sign was nailed above the door, reading The Foxhole. It seemed peaceful. Quiet

Its patrons, however, were neither of those things. Neil could already hear the raucous lot from where he was stood outside the door. Having never spoken to anyone outside of rare, whispered words to his uncle, or his cat, or his mother's grave, Neil knew this would be interesting.

this might be it? and you can find more like it in our raven!neil masterlist-Halley

Blood and Smoke by andreil (M | incomplete | 10/?)