Meme: Fic you want to read but that doesn't exist

So, here's the opening line of my most recent fic: You know what I want? I want the s10 AU where Sam and Dean actually go and watch that French art house movie about the mime or whatever who thinks he's a cockroach. And then, lo and behold: the thing wrote itself. Kind of like finding that the vending machine already has a buck in it so you get your Cheez-its for free.

In the spirit of passing that along, what fic do you want? Who knows--maybe I'll find some more spare-change fic in my back pocket. :P

(kalliel, this one's dedicated to you.)

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Your wish is ... not exactly my command, but I'll attempt it, at any rate. If nothing else, I'm pretty sure I could manage a fic about the guys settling in with Lebanon and the surrounding environs.
Oh, dear. I want... so many, many fics. So many that I want to read but not have to do the bother of writing. But here's one that @anonajn and I talked about at some length over dinner last night:

What if Abaddon was never given the order to wipe out the Men of Letters? (Leaving aside: who gave her that order? Lillith? Azazel? Who was in charge of Hell?) So, Henry Winchester stays right where he's meant to be, and the Men of Letters remain, and Henry is able to raise his son John as a legacy.

Cupid's orders remain the same, of course. The Winchester and Campbell lines must be reunited, so that the Apocalypse can happen as it's supposed to. Perhaps the Letters hire the Campbells to take out some problem (as we're told the Letters used to use hunters); perhaps John and Mary meet that way. Perhaps Mary never stops hunting--or, instead, perhaps she convinces John to set up house just a little way from the Bunker, in Lawrence. Perhaps everything happens as it's supposed to, and one cold night in November Mary dies, on the ceiling.

How different would Sam and Dean's lives have been, if the man who raised them, the one who needed revenge for his wife, was a MoL instead of a Marine-turned-hunter? Would Dean have been the studious one? Would Sam's rebellion have taken the form of going off to hunt like a Campbell, rather than going to college? What would change?
Hm No fic (yet at least), but some thoughts:

- I'm pretty sure Dean is fundamentally a doer and Sam is fundamentally a thinker/researcher. So Dean would try to be what his father wanted (because that's also a fundamental part of his character), but would twist himself into a different set of knots doing so. And I can see Sam leaving over the moral disagreement of what to do with the knowledge the MoL have collected. (Which might mean he actually convinces Dean to come with him, because he'd have an argument working with Dean's instincts instead of against.)

- The thing is, I have no idea what the long-running story arcs would look like.

- Or.... or. What if it's Dean who gets chewed out by their dad? For sneaking out to mingle with hunters, because he's built to save people and can't not? But I can't see Sam playing daddy's pet, either--

Ugh. I want to brainstorm this whole fic with you. Too bad we both have other projects!
[This is garbage and I don't agree with half of it anymore since our conversation, but here: have fic of some sort anyway]

"What'd Dad say, Dean? Are you--is he going to make you leave?" The last time Sam had sounded like that, he'd been 9 and asking about the injured baby squirrel they'd found while kicking around the the brush surrounding the bunker.

"No." Dean tried to smile, but he could feel it go crooked around the edges. "No, I can stay." Sam had mostly stopped hugging a year ago, but he lunged forward on the bed now, clinging to Dean as though someone might come and steal him away. Dean laid a nearly-steady hand on the top of his head, fingers catching a little in the curling strands--time to give Sam a haircut, just had to figure out a new way to bribe him--before sliding it down to the back of Sam's neck and simply holding on. Only reason it was hard to breathe was because Sam had his face smashed against Dean's diaphragm, right? Right.

"Dad-- He was really angry," Sam eventually said, words muffled by the fabric of Dean's shirt. "I thought...."

"No," Dean said again. "Just, no more late-night excursions." The words seemed to coat the inside of his mouth like dust or ashes, but what else could he do? If the choice was between saving the lives of people he'd never met and Sammy, that was no choice.

"What'd you want to hang out with dumb girls for, anyway?" Sam peeled his face away from Dean's belly and peered up dubiously at him. "I told you it was stupid."

"Yeah, well, guess I should've listened to you, Brainiac." And now Dean's smile was almost genuine. So what if he couldn't get out and pass info to the Campbell kids anymore. He had Sam--what did any of the rest of the world matter?