Written by tfw_cas Art by @kuwlshadow Rating: Explicit Word Count: 28,434 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Major Tags: Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Castiel/Dean Winchester, canon compliant to 12×23, canon episode dialogue, temporary character death, case fic, British Men of Letters, sexual content Summary: Their lives should have been very different, but for Eileen Leahy and Sam Winchester, hunting is all they have ever known. They are thrown together on one case after another, and friendship, and maybe something more, starts to blossom between them.
When tragedy strikes, they are ripped apart – maybe for ever. Can anything be done to save them, or will Eileen be just another in a long list of women that Sam has lost?
Posting February 23rd
“Bacon and eggs. I like to get some meat whenever I can.” Eileen smiled mischievously, and Sam suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe properly. So, they were back to the flirting again, were they? Well, bring it on.
“I think you’ll be happy with what I give you.” Sam turned away to start making the food, so he didn’t see Eileen’s reaction, but he was pretty certain he heard her giggle.
Sam made omelets with crispy bacon on the side, and after saving some for Dean, Sam served it up for him and Eileen. They sat and ate at the kitchen table, and Sam found himself savouring the domesticity of it all. He could really get used to this – it felt warm and cosy.
“Do you think you might be able to stick around for a while?” Sam tried to come off as nonchalant; like the answer wasn’t important either way.
“I should hit the road, once we know Dean is okay.”
Sam tried – and failed – to cover up the disappointment he felt, and Eileen made a sympathetic face.
“I promise to visit you and Dean when I’m back this way. If a hunt brings me in this direction…” Eileen smiled sweetly, and Sam accepted that he was going to have to just deal with her leaving sooner, rather than later.
“You’d better.” Sam cleared the table, and put the dishes in the sink for later, then turned back to Eileen. “Shall we check on Dean?”
Eileen nodded, and they went back to the dungeon – hopefully for the last time. Dean was sitting up, and stared wide-eyed at them as they came through the door.
“Hey Sam, Eileen. Nice of you to come get me. What the hell am I doing in the dungeon, in handcuffs? And why do I have such a bad headache?”
Written by @andimeantittosting Art by @blusart Rating: Mature Word Count: 12,300 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Major Tags: Historical AU, Regency AU, period-typical ableism, lawyer Sam, marriage of convenience Summary: Regency AU. When Eileen Leahy discovers that her cousin plans to keep control of her fortune, even after she comes of age, she is incensed. Her plan to retain her independence will force her to betray Sam Winchester’s trust, but though he is hurt, Sam is still determined to do the right thing and help her. “I could teach you,” Eileen surprised herself by offering. “When I am not occupied by my housekeeping duties that is.” It was a foolish offer. She needed to focus her energies on thwarting Cousin Arthur. If the papers Mr. Davies had brought with him yesterday proved useful, she might be able to slip out in the night with no one the wiser about her brief foray into service.
Posting February 2nd
Truly, there was no cause to treat this as if it would be a long-term position, and yet, she had been touched by Mr. Winchester’s attempts to sign, especially to someone whom he believed to be a mere servant. It spoke well of him, even if his signs had been – well, a proper lady ought to have been shocked by what he had accidently said, but Eileen had grown up by the side of her Aunt Lillian, a decidedly plain-spoken, occasionally earthy, woman. A little accidental vulgarity would hardly send her into the vapours.
In the study, Mr. Winchester seated himself behind a large oak desk, and gestured for her to take one of the comfortable facing armchairs.
“Will you be wanting a letter of character?” she asked. She had spent the previous evening forging just such a document, and went now to draw it from her reticule, but Mr. Winchester waved her off.
“I believe that coming from Mr. Jarvis’s establishment is recommendation enough.”
She withdrew her hand, unsure if she felt relieved, or disappointed that her hard work would be going to waste. “In that case, perhaps you could tell me about the duties you require?” She would spend the day performing those chores, then slip back into the study in the evening, find the information she needed, and be gone before dawn.
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