In honor of Roman Republic being over, I'm posting a story about Greeks!

Title: Repeat it (Until You Get It Right)
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. If they were we all know the show would be very different
Summary: Sam never understood why the stories of the fabled Alexander the great pulled him in so much, Dean certainly didn't. Little do they realize that past lives have a way of reaching across time.
Pairing: Wincest
Chapters: 1/?
Genre: AU
Rating: PG, but I promise it's not going to stay that way for long.
Acknowledgements: Dearest Flo, I love you. Thank you for putting up with this craziness. That is all.
Notes: This fic was written more on a whim in my Roman Republic class than anything else, I simply hope you like it. Also, Sander is the ancient Macedonian version of Sam, and Alexion is the ancient Macedonian version of Dean.

( Discovery )

Almost done with the first semester of college

I so can't get used to this new posting format. I'm glad that I'm not the only one. I have one final left, hopefully the others went as well as I thought, because that would be freakin' awesome. I'm the last one left in my suite, and only two of my friends in my college are still here. It's a little lonely, but I've got DVDs and music to comfort me, so I figure it's all right. Anyway, I hope you all are well, and that the days leading up to Christmas are good for you.

To whom it may concern...Would it be too much to take five credits next semester, you think?

So, I have no self-control, you get to see the next chapter now

Title: Repeat it (Until You Get It Right)
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. If they were we all know the show would be very different.
Summary: Sam finds out his heroes were lovers, and Dean shares some startling information.
Pairing: Wincest
Chapters: 2/?
Genre: AU, past-lives!fic
Rating: NC-17
Acknowledgements: Still love you, Flo. Probably don't even need to tell you.
Notes: Sanderides is Sam's past life version and Alexion is Dean's past life version.

Prologue

( He was often struck by the beauty and strength of the muscles in Dean’s back and shoulders, the way the light caught his overlong eyelashes, the way his teeth dug into his lower lip. But you weren't supposed to think like that. )