Set after Drabble 299:

Looking down at the picture of him with Gandhi, Cam said, “I have to admit whatever I thought you wanted to say, this was surely not it.”

“Totally out of left field, huh?”

Flipping to the photograph of him with his arm around Amelia Earhart, “A little bit, yeah.”

Looking longingly at the Spitfire in the next picture, “But I don’t get why all the angst. Why did it take you such a long time to tell me?”

“Wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

“Aaand?”

“I was afraid you’d think I was only with you because of the letter.”

“What letter?”

Set after Drabble 289:

Daniel grabbed Cameron’s arm as he tried to hurry out of the room.

“Cameron, what did you think I was trying to tell you?”

“Forget I said anything, okay? It’s not important. I was obviously wrong.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think so.”

“Please.”

Daniel slid his hand from Cameron’s wrist up to his shoulder. “I really don’t think I can.”

“Jackson. Daniel. What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

Slowly, Daniel pulled Cameron closer. “Tell me if you don’t want this, Cam.”

A soft gasp then a press of lips were his answer.

Set after Drabble 284:

Jackson’s been watching him. Everywhere Cameron goes, Jackson’s lurking nearby. He’s acting squirrelly, even more than usual. He always seems on the point of speaking, has started to once or twice, but never does. Cameron’s getting nervous. He’s afraid he might have given himself away somehow and Jackson is trying to let him down easy and isn’t quite sure how to do it.

Cameron starts making sure he’s never alone with Jackson so he doesn’t actually say something. He doesn’t want to hear Daniel reject him. It’s hard enough knowing Daniel doesn’t want him; he doesn’t need to hear it.

Set after Drabble 282:

When Daniel slit open the envelope, several photos fell onto the table. He picked up a picture of Cameron standing next to Gandhi. Surprised, he picked up another, this one of Cam standing beside a 1930s airplane. Putting it down, he saw one with Cam with his arm around Amelia Earhart.

He spread all of the photos on the table. They were black-and-white images of Cam, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, gradually getting older. Sitting down in shock, Daniel picked up the documents.

Dear Daniel,
I hope the future hasn’t changed to the point that you don’t know who I am.

Set after Drabble 280:

Cameron’s been debating for almost 10 years about writing this letter. He’s gone back and forth between yes and no. The Sam voice in his head keeps telling him it’s too risky, the possibilities for changing something important too high. He’s really afraid of that.

But he’s more afraid of the future not happening the way it’s supposed to. He’s lived a good life. He’s had a few relationships, though never anything permanent, too leery of accidentally giving something away. But it’s not the life he should have had. A life with Daniel.

He put pen to paper: Dear Daniel

When Jared holds him, Jensen can’t help falling into the position he falls asleep in each night, pressed to Jared’s side, his hand over Jared’s heart. Jensen’s agent has been after him to stop, but he can’t. He usually doesn’t realize he’s done it until photos show up on the internet and his agent calls, yelling at him. By then, it’s too late.

Rumors have already started which he laughs off. Jared thinks they’re funny so he won’t remind him to stop. Jared doesn’t mind the risk, thinks it’s time to stop hiding. Jensen’s afraid it will cost him Jared.

set after Drabble 220

They charm everyone in the hospital, Sam with his infectious grin, Dean with his bawdy sense of humor. No one seems to be aware of how watchful their eyes are above the smiles.

Izzy sees more than the smiles. She sees how conscious they are of their surroundings and everyone around them. She realizes they know she's watching and they're allowing her to see more, though, by no means, does she think she knows them.

Izzy's beginning to see that she also doesn't know Denny, that everything she thought she knew she assumed, that Denny had never actually told her.

set after Drabble 218

Izzy hesitated momentarily, looking over her shoulder at Denny sleeping in his hospital bed, then stepped away from the door. The strangers walked into the room, the shorter one pulling the door closed behind them. They stood by Denny’s bedside, watching him sleep.

She saw Denny awaken with his usual speed, tensing when he saw the men before him. All three were frozen in a silent tableau until suddenly the taller man started yelling at Denny; the words too muffled through the door for her to understand. Izzy was reaching for the doorknob when Denny shook his head at her.

set after drabble 216

Izzy stood in the doorway to Denny’s room, watching the two men stalking down the hall towards her. She’d heard the whispers about them; rumors spreading through the hospital like wildfire. They’d been holed up in Burke’s office earlier, involved in a shouting match with each other and with Burke. They’d slammed out of his office, nearly shattering the glass in the door.

No one knew anything about them, but knew enough to scurry out of their way. The strangers had an air of repressed anger, warning all to beware.

Izzy was surprised when they stopped in front of her.

set after Drabble 214

Pressing his stethoscope to Denny's chest, Burke listened for a moment. "You going to tell her?"

Pretending to misunderstand, he said, "Who?"

Pulling away, Burke was silent.

"No, I'm not."

"John, you have to…"

"Denny. My name is Denny." Sighing, he continued, "What am I going to say? I've been lying to you. My name's not Denny, I'm ten years older than you think, I have two grown sons, my wife was killed by something I've been hunting for over 20 years, I think I could love you. I can't. I won't pull her out of her safe little world."