Sorry to anyone who dislikes memes.... or if there has been loads recently or something [I've been a bit out of bandom recently] but I really need some more bandom people on my flist to share teh squeeing with so I thought....meme! And I know there are many awesome people in bandom so...

You can really do whatever you want but I've done a rough example of what you can put, basicly if you don't know how a friending meme works, you comment with a bit about yourself, look at what other people write and people who you think you'd get along with :)

Here is mine/a sort of example if you don't know what to put :)

Name: Alice//always_lissa
Age: *ahem*16*cough* though I'm pretty flexible with that. Shhh.
Location: England

Bandom(s): My Chem, Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy and occasionally the rest of FBR
Other fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPS, Torchwood, Pushing Daisies and Harry Potter
Bandom Ships: Gah so many! Main ones: Spencer/Brendon, Frank/Gerard, Ryan/Brendon, Jon/anyone, Jon/Spencer, Pete/Patrick, Bob/Frank, Mikey/Bob, Pete/Mikey
Other fandom ships: Again just the main ones 'caue woah! Sam/Dean, Jared/Jensen, Draco/Harry, Ned/Chuck, Gwen/Tosh, Jack/Ianto
OTP: Hehe, fucking impossible!! Changes alot but at the moment I guess, Spencer/Brendon

Interests: bandom, fic, art, painting, drawing, makeup artistry, reading, my very own personal Bob Bryar look alike, lurking about on Livejournal, my gorgeous real life buddies, my gorgeous internetz buddies, music channels :)
Other: I love friends so add me and I'l add straight back, in September I get to be trained to be a makeup artist how awesome is that?! I occasionaly write fic, badly, I adore my friends WAY to much, and I don't sleep much. I also haz mind issuez but if that's a problem for people, I fake cut.


So thats me :) Go for it!

Eek! I have so much work to do! Seriously I shouldn't even be on here right now, the internet has taken my life and now I'm failing everything!

Seriously.

I have to finish 4 massive folders of work that should have taken a year in 2 weeks! And I have to write my Great Expectations coursework, type out my Journey's End essay, work on my Mission Impossible II essay, touch up all my media studies coursework, do my the Woman in Black portfolio and re-do all my maths coursework!


Ahhhhhh!

And I haven't even started revising yet.

I'm so glad I'm not working tonight.

On the brighter side of things SPN 3X08 was freakin awesome.

Though still- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Urgh I hate it when this happens!

I just got a letter from Cot90s and they want to do another study on me again. I know that technically it's optional but my mum and I always have massive rows when I try and say no.

Great. That means another day of having blood taken, injections, scans and all the other freaky shit they pull. It's not fair! 

If the High Heels Fit.

Summary: Wincest. Dean loves his brother, has always loved his brother, in ways he knew weren’t right. But when Dean starts body hopping in order to see Sam at Stanford, Sam starts to love him back, also in ways that are probably wrong though of course Sam doesn’t realise this. And that’s the problem.

Author:  alwayslissa aka the firstduckie

Rating: PG-13 though very liable to change.

Pairings: Sam/Dean

Warnings: Slash, incest, body!swap.

A.N: In desperate need of a quick beta.

Chapter 1

Dean’s addiction had started innocently enough, as most dangerous addictions do, on a solo hunt down in Minnesota- he had gone to investigate a young girl‘s sudden murder of her parents and neighbours. Their dad had been working a bigger case in Utah and Sammy had… Sam had only recently left. After booking into the first motel he came across, Dean grabbed himself a beer and tried to knuckle down to some research. It took him longer than it normally would to turn anything up- his research skills were nothing to Sam’s, and the fact left an icy cold feeling in the bottom of his stomach, yet another reminder of his absent younger brother.

Dean picked up a handful of the print-outs and newspaper clippings he’d gathered together, trying to look through the information and make some sense of it. At first he had thought this was a straight-forward demonic possession that could be solved with a simple exorcism however something about the details didn’t add up; though a friend of the family claimed that the teenaged girl had been acting out of character for almost a month before her killing spree the obituaries had mentioned that she and her family had been regulars at a local church- there was no way a demon of any sort could have sat thorough all those sermons. So he looked into the other possible supernatural explanations; hoodoo witchcraft, a body swap, some sort of black magic possession or maybe the girl had just been influenced in some way by a some other…creature. Well that narrowed it down huh?

Dean sighed, dropping the pile of paperwork and rubbing his face, tomorrow he’d take a look at the house, he might be able to find some clues as to what exactly he was dealing with.

Dean felt butterflies in his stomach as the taxi pulled up outside of the restaurant in which he had agreed to meet Sam, of course it wasn’t his first time he’d done this but was the first time they’d gone on a… date. Dean stepped out of the taxi, and paused suddenly apprehensive, this hadn’t been a good idea; he may have been able to manage a few conversations with Sam posing as complete strangers but a full date as a girl who Sam already knew, at least well enough to have asked out on a date. Though Dean would never admit it, the idea terrified him.

But like hell was he going to stand Sammy up.

So Dean marches straight into the slightly-to-posh-for-him-to-feel-comfortable restaurant knowing that this body must look god damn sexy on him as long blonde hair brushes bare shoulders, that slinky little red dress hugs curves that normally he would stare at but instead are his for the day and he walks confidently in heels that by now he has become much too practiced in walking in.

He needs to stop doing this Dean starts to think but the thought slips, forgotten, from his mind when he notices his brother sat at a table in the corner. He nods to the hostess as he hurries past towards Sam.

“Uh, hi” He says with a nervous grin that he hopes looks right on that girl, Jess’ face and Sam quickly smiles back.

“Hey Jess, sit down” his brother offers him a menu as he slips into a seat remembering, this time, to straighten the skirt of his dress and close his legs once he’d sat down.

At first, there’s an awkward first date sort of lull in conversation.

“So, hey, do you want a drink?” Sam asks filling the silence, walking over to the bar once Dean had asked for an appropriately effeminate drink, no beer today.

With Sam gone, Dean starts to nervously bite his manicured nails, damn it, he felt like he was grasping at straws, hell he knew nothing about this girl, Jess, how she acted or even her relationship with his brother. How the hell was he supposed to play this?