Snape and Harry are Americans, living in Illinois. Snape is a Muggle librarian, and Harry is a deaf patron.

"Look," McKay says, pushing John away firmly, "not that I don't love excessively masculine bonding activities as much as the next guy, but in case you hadn't noticed from the stylish blue panels on my jacket--" and he points both of his index fingers toward the jacket John's letting go of--"I'm a civilian. My involvement in your homoerotic military rituals begins and ends at target practice."

They say that no one can get out of here. Never been done. Never will be done. Sam's heard that before, and Dean has never, ever, been wrong about his prediction on how long it will take them to get out. He's good that way.

Harry was comfortable living in his little cottage with 22 animals. Then a little black rabbit arrived and changed everything...

The percentage of previous flawless plans that Captain Hammer had managed to derail into flames, mayhem and chaos was annoyingly high.

Turning into a bright red rubber duck isn't top on Dean's list of "Oh Shit, I Would Give Anything For This Not to Have Happened" Things, but it's definitely number two. Well, okay, maybe number three.

After the Dark Lord's victory, Headmaster Snape is living under a sword's edge, when hope flies in past his shields.

John has time to realize that those fingers are webbed and then the involuntary laughter about finding a mermaid interferes with his already questionable grip on breathing, and he passes out.

"You were wrong," says Rush, flatly. "I may have been a little bit wrong, you -- you rat bastard, but you left me alive. You didn't even kill me." And with this he tenses again, struggling, struggling to hit Young again or to stop himself from hitting Young again, he can't tell, he doesn't know.

"I know," says Young. "Rush," and Rush is this close to breaking, he's on the verge of collapsing entirely, "I know."

It starts with the fortune cookies, spilt soup, and more Johns than Rodney can shake a stick at. Or maybe that's how it ends.

Numbers never lied. Vincent learned that at an early age, learned that numbers were the only things that didn't lie. Mothers lied, and fathers home from Azkaban, they lied a lot, and friends certainly lied. Numbers, though. Numbers never called him names, or sold him out to tall, cold men. Numbers were exactly what they claimed to be, and rather than manipulate him, Vincent could manipulate them. Numbers were cold, hard fact.

Numbers were telling him to marry Harry Potter.

Well, to be accurate (Vincent placed great store in accuracy), Hermione Granger was telling him to marry Potter. But she was using Arithmancy to do it, and having gotten his only N.E.W.T. O in Arithmancy, Vincent was inclined to believe her. Unfortunately.

A celebrity chef with stage fright and a pilot who hates to fly.

A potions accident leaves Snape as a cat until who-knows-when. Harry’s already got his hands full when a prankster starts sabotaging the rebuilding of Hogwarts. But what if it’s not just a prank?

This fic takes place after ‘All Hell Breaks Loose.’ Sam makes a deal with the Crossroads Demon to rescue Dean and, to his surprise, she agrees. It’s only after the deal has been made and she’s given him Dean’s soul that he realizes it’s not going to be as easy as he’d thought to reunite his brother’s soul with his body.

One day, out of the blue, Ryan gives Colin a call and invites him (and his wife) on a cruise (all expenses paid). It’s been years since they’d last seen each other (especially where work wasn’t involved) and this cruise is the perfect way for them to finally spend some quality time relaxing together.

In which Arthur attempts to teach his knights, his knights attempt to woo Merlin, and Arthur is definitely not jealous...