Cabin Fever

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

Dean x OFC

Word Count: 17,002

Rating: Mature

Warnings: depression and suicidal ideation, PTSD, chronic pain and disability, animal death, animal attack, alcoholism, heavy angst

A/N: Glob bless my betas. Besides creating a beautiful banner for it, @thoughtslikeaminefield​ forced me to take a hard, critical look at this fic. @princessmisery666​ was with me every step of the way and helped develop the plot, and she provided more than a line or two to break loose my creative blockage. As did @monicawoe​. She and @ladylilithprime​ were there with valuable insights and sanity-reinforcing encouragement. @risingphoenix761​​ was a wonderful cheerleader, as well. THANK YOU ALL. 

(Also, since tumblr is an utter bastard, you get underscores instead of horizontal rules because I can’t get the latter to save.)

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Cabin Fever

Cold wind howled. It rattled the garage door behind him and whistled through its seams, but Dean had stopped paying it any mind a while ago. He was plenty warm, and it didn’t have much to do with the space heater clattering in the corner.

Bandit, the husky mix curled on the floor beside him, wasn’t much bothered by the storm, either. He slept soundly at his master’s feet while Dean carefully funneled salt into an empty shotgun shell. Years of practice replaced the necessity of measuring; each eyeballed scoop was perfect. Dean fitted the cap and tapped it gently into place with a rubber mallet, then he set the finished shell aside and reached for the next one.

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I've raved about this before and I will no doubt do it again. I will forever reread this one.

After re-reading today I still cannot adequately express how brilliant this is. My emotions feel kinda frayed and even though it ended "happy" there's always that underlying pain and anguish that will never truly go away.

I'm getting a little teary eyed writing this because one of the things the Winchester's always seemed to have is hope, and reading Dean very much losing his hope is heart breaking in a way I cannot describe.

It's breathtakingly brutal and honest.

Even if you are not a SPN fan, you should read this, I promise its worth every single letter.

Cabin Fever

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

Dean x OFC

Word Count: 17,002

Rating: Mature

Warnings: depression and suicidal ideation, PTSD, chronic pain and disability, animal death, animal attack, alcoholism, heavy angst

A/N: Glob bless my betas. Besides creating a beautiful banner for it, @thoughtslikeaminefield​ forced me to take a hard, critical look at this fic. @princessmisery666​ was with me every step of the way and helped develop the plot, and she provided more than a line or two to break loose my creative blockage. As did @monicawoe​. She and @ladylilithprime​ were there with valuable insights and sanity-reinforcing encouragement. @risingphoenix761​​ was a wonderful cheerleader, as well. THANK YOU ALL. 

(Also, since tumblr is an utter bastard, you get underscores instead of horizontal rules because I can’t get the latter to save.)

Also on AO3

Cabin Fever

Cold wind howled. It rattled the garage door behind him and whistled through its seams, but Dean had stopped paying it any mind a while ago. He was plenty warm, and it didn’t have much to do with the space heater clattering in the corner.

Bandit, the husky mix curled on the floor beside him, wasn’t much bothered by the storm, either. He slept soundly at his master’s feet while Dean carefully funneled salt into an empty shotgun shell. Years of practice replaced the necessity of measuring; each eyeballed scoop was perfect. Dean fitted the cap and tapped it gently into place with a rubber mallet, then he set the finished shell aside and reached for the next one.

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If you haven’t read this yet you need too!!

It’s excellent!! Angsty, and brutal and beautiful!! You won’t be disappointed!!

OC Appreciation Day

@alleiradayne @atc74

I hope @slytherkins has already reblogged her own fic to celebrate OC Appreciation Day but just in case she hasn’t I wanted to bring it to your attention.

This is an amazing fic, it’s emotional and beautiful, and the scene setting is magnificent. Dean is so in character and Chloe is the ying to his yang.

It’s a long one, but it’s more than worth it, and I’d read 100k more words if it involved these two 🥰

Cabin Fever

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

Dean x OFC

Word Count: 17,002

Rating: Mature

Warnings: depression and suicidal ideation, PTSD, chronic pain and disability, animal death, animal attack, alcoholism, heavy angst

A/N: Glob bless my betas. Besides creating a beautiful banner for it, @thoughtslikeaminefield​ forced me to take a hard, critical look at this fic. @princessmisery666​ was with me every step of the way and helped develop the plot, and she provided more than a line or two to break loose my creative blockage. As did @monicawoe​. She and @ladylilithprime​ were there with valuable insights and sanity-reinforcing encouragement. @risingphoenix761​​ was a wonderful cheerleader, as well. THANK YOU ALL. 

(Also, since tumblr is an utter bastard, you get underscores instead of horizontal rules because I can’t get the latter to save.)

Also on AO3

Cabin Fever

Cold wind howled. It rattled the garage door behind him and whistled through its seams, but Dean had stopped paying it any mind a while ago. He was plenty warm, and it didn’t have much to do with the space heater clattering in the corner.

Bandit, the husky mix curled on the floor beside him, wasn’t much bothered by the storm, either. He slept soundly at his master’s feet while Dean carefully funneled salt into an empty shotgun shell. Years of practice replaced the necessity of measuring; each eyeballed scoop was perfect. Dean fitted the cap and tapped it gently into place with a rubber mallet, then he set the finished shell aside and reached for the next one.

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This is not an easy read, i.e., it deals with real life with chronic pain/mental health issues/themes, BUT it is an easy read cause it’s so well-written - and personally I didn’t find it triggering (I deal w depression). The OC (Chloe) is a great character, too. Most importantly, it ends with the right amount of hope and comfort, it wraps up this story in a way your heart will be fine. :) Dean and Sam are so very canon, too. You feel Dean in a very raw way, it sweeps you in the story - I read it in one go, I was that sucked in.

A lot of work obviously went into this fic, and I’ll take the time to re-tag the ppl in the A/N cause yes, my praises go to the author, but the betas’ work is precious and I want to thank you all for helping the author bring this fic together the way it is.  @thoughtslikeaminefield​  @princessmisery666​  @monicawoe​ @ladylilithprime​ @risingphoenix761​​

Thanks for this story about love and resilience… and life.

For some reason I didn’t get this tag... anyway @cloverhighfive you are amazing and wonderful for this review and shouting out the beta’s.

Tara is a force to be reckoned with and this story was a joy to watch being crafted!! I seriously feel like I was watching my favourite show being filmed, like I was right there watching them prepare dinner!!

Anyone who hasn’t read it really should...

Cabin Fever

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

Dean x OFC

Word Count: 17,002

Rating: Mature

Warnings: depression and suicidal ideation, PTSD, chronic pain and disability, animal death, animal attack, alcoholism, heavy angst

A/N: Glob bless my betas. Besides creating a beautiful banner for it, @thoughtslikeaminefield​ forced me to take a hard, critical look at this fic. @princessmisery666​ was with me every step of the way and helped develop the plot, and she provided more than a line or two to break loose my creative blockage. As did @monicawoe​. She and @ladylilithprime​ were there with valuable insights and sanity-reinforcing encouragement. @risingphoenix761​​ was a wonderful cheerleader, as well. THANK YOU ALL. 

(Also, since tumblr is an utter bastard, you get underscores instead of horizontal rules because I can’t get the latter to save.)

Also on AO3

Cabin Fever

Cold wind howled. It rattled the garage door behind him and whistled through its seams, but Dean had stopped paying it any mind a while ago. He was plenty warm, and it didn’t have much to do with the space heater clattering in the corner.

Bandit, the husky mix curled on the floor beside him, wasn’t much bothered by the storm, either. He slept soundly at his master’s feet while Dean carefully funneled salt into an empty shotgun shell. Years of practice replaced the necessity of measuring; each eyeballed scoop was perfect. Dean fitted the cap and tapped it gently into place with a rubber mallet, then he set the finished shell aside and reached for the next one.

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Guys I cannot express how good this is!!

@slytherkins details are on point, setting the scene and character reflections are amazing! I was there the whole time. I was watching it through Dean’s eyes, I cried with him not for him, I felt like I felt his pain sometimes.

As always with Tara’s stories this could be cannon!! Read it you won’t be disappointed.

I have fresh coffee, half a pack of cigarettes, AND GUMPTION.

Tablet is giving me guff this morning, so I guess I’m gonna try to make words instead. 

I WILL FINISH CABIN FEVER THIS WEEK IF IT KILLS ME.

(I mean, c’mon. It already has a shiny banner)

Obviously that’s not a happy dance about the potential death. But I’m super excited for you to finish it!!

Sketchy Fluffy!Sad!Dean

Wow 😯 this is Cabin Fever Dean right?! This is exactly how I pictured him!! @slytherkins 🤯 I’m such a fan!!

Ps. I wrote that then saw the tags!!