So I'm writing the sixth chapter of Faith atm and trying to decide what chapter 2 of 50 First dates will include, and I wrote a short list last night of possible ideas for this, so while my attention span sucks … enjoy.

I confess, this one is based on a few fanfics on here that I've never completely understood. Can someone please explain where the Sabriel ship originated from? Really intrigued by that one!

'Hey, so Sammy? You know how you've become like, Becky-level obsessed with the slash fiction people write about me?'

'I wouldn't call it obsessed.'

'Dude, the last time you left your laptop open while you went for a piss, I saw the stories page and how many you had "favourited" because they contained Cas-and-me sex.'

'And how many times do I have to tell you to leave my laptop alone?'

'I know why now, you get off on me and Cas. Which is weird and gross and something I would really love to block about now. Anyway, so I went looking through some sites myself, and I've found a few stories I really love. Want to hear them?'

'I'm not sure I do.'

'It'll be fun. Listen to this: "Sam's heart was pounding, and he pushed his long, thick, mahogany brown hair out of his hazel orbs-"'

'My what?'

'I think they're saying your hair's in your eyes, get a haircut. Anyway, "and he stared at the golden-haired man in front of him. Had he heard right? His heat" - I think they meant heart, anyway - "his heat was threatening to jump out of his chest. Could he have said it? Could it be true? Could Sam's happiness lay in the shorter, older man?" Dude, they still think you're gay.'

'I don't want to hear anymore.'

'The good part's just coming up, Sam! Who do you think they mean?'

'Shorter and older than me, Dean? It could be anyone. It could still be you.'

'No, I think in this one I decided last chapter to fuck Cas. Apparently I do that a lot.'

'Apparently?'

'Shut up. "The angel removed the sucker from his mouth-"'

'Oh, Dean, no.'

'Yeah. I guess people thought when you wanted to talk to monsters, they assumed it was pillow talk? Which is so you Sammy. Or maybe you're jealous I get my own angel.'

'Okay, we're parking up, and I'm reading this shit.'

'Nope, keep driving. Do you want me to do voices? I could lisp the way Gabriel does?'

'Shut up, Dean.'

'I wanna know if they think you're a giver or a taker.'

'That's disgusting, Dean.'

'He likes suckers-'

'Dean. I think I'm going to be sick.'

'Well, Sammy, I don't think you're going to be the one finding out what kind of gag reflex you got. Makes sense, really, he's so much shorter than you, it's probably eye level.'

'You've thought about this way too much.'

'Nope, just been exposed to way many of your favourite Dean-is-porking-Cas stories.'

'Stories?'

'Shut up, bitch.'