It Doesn't Mean You Can Explain the Ocean is the first fic that made me aware of you as an author I should seek out more of. I've reread it at least a dozen times. I love the sideways way that you approach Sam's awful unrequited Feelings About Dean, I loved the descriptions of the Savannah heat, and I cannot eat Milky Way bars without the phrase "like he's working the neighborhood glory hole" running through my head at least once.
Explain the Ocean was actually inspired by a day of hot driving through said American South, listening to NPR with the windows down and the volume up in the highway wind, some expert talking about you can understand water but it doesn’t explain the ocean, and that story is forever dear to me for it. Also for how furious people get that I didn’t go full Wincest. (Don’t worry, perverts, Astolat has you guys covered with a sequel.)