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Master List of Fic
Incomplete list, I'm gradually adding to it when I get a moment. And due to the original post getting too long, I've had to split it up! So you will find:
SPN Gen Part 1 - long fic HERE
SPN Gen Part 2 - short fic HERE
SPN Slash HERE
RPF HERE


Drabbles and other things I don't post many drabbles on here, because I've written too many! The nearly complete set can be found HERE on FF.net, but I sometimes post the odd one here, so: A trio of Season 8/9 drabbles It Burns my Heart Origin .

Master List of Arts - the masterlist is very much a work in progress right now, but while I'm constructing it, you can find some of my more polished art on deviantart. Bonus Sam and Dean as baby racoons Here

New addition - Recs!

2018 Summergen recs  ----------------------------------------------------------------------

Things to Do List - wherein I try and keep track.
2016 Things to Do List
2017 To Do List 2017 To Do List (Sept onwards) - LJ / DW 2018 To Do list
2019 To Do List
2020 To Do List
2021 To Do List
2022 To Do List
2023 To Do List

2024 To Do List

Fun coding stuff Here and security stuff

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Due to the controversy over Jake Parker, this year I thought I'd do my own SPN version of Inktober. It might be a pleasant distraction from the imminent end of the show. If anyone wants to snag my prompt list for art or maybe a 100 word drabble a day, please feel free!
2020 SPNtober promts
I probably won't manage a prompt a day but I am aiming to do something for all the prompts, even if I end up combining some!
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Promptember Day 2

Prompt: Season
Title: Fall
Words: 100
Warnings: memories of Hell
Characters: Dean Winchester, Alastair


Fall

There is a purity about salt; the way it glitters even in the dimmest light, its shining whiteness.

But what about the agony it causes, a concerned on-looker might ask?

That’s part of its virtue, Dean would reply; the smooth, unsullied flow of the grains making Alastair choke and scream is righteous in a way Dean isn’t.

And isn’t it ironic that Alastair can take the credit for that.

Dean’s hands don’t shake, though his chest is filled with shards of glass where his heart should be. He’s merely adding a little seasoning to his demon before carving the meat.
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Title: On the Drift
Author: amberdreams
Prompt: Dean Winchester goes into a bar and meets Jayne Cobb
Fandoms: Supernatural and Firefly
Word Count: c2900
Rating: Teen and up
Contents/warnings: Some swearing, oblique mention of prostitution

A big thank you to my beta, monicawoe for making this much better! Any remaining errors are all mine.


For
[community profile] intoabar 2019


On the Drift

Dad is gonna kill him.
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A last ditch effort for twisted_tropes Dark Roast challenge.
Beta'd by the adorable blindswandive ages ago, I've messed with it since. This is the first thing I've written for an age so forgive me.

Title: The Road to Hell is Paved with Coffee Beans (or Subverting Armageddon, one sip at a time)
Words: c1800
Warnings: I dunno. Poor execution of a fun AU idea? Gencesty.
Rating: Adult
Characters: Sam winchester, Dean Winchester, Meg the demon, Azazel
Summary: Sam wasn't fed demon blood, it was all coffee, all the way.


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Highway 12

Apr. 2nd, 2019 09:10 pm
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Week one of spn_napowrimo - Theme of the week is Two-lane Blacktop (places and Americana)

Title: Highway 12
Partner: None
Prompt: midnight on the interstate
Rating: Gen/PG
Character/Pairings: Sam and Dean
Tags/Warnings/Spoilers: Show level violence

Belated Acknowledgements: Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] tifaching and [livejournal.com profile] quickreaver for helping me polish this! It was rough and ready before they stepped in. Love you both!
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Highway 12

That it’s dark goes without saying.
It is midnight, after all.
The desert holds the silence like breath, refusing to exhale.

“It’s colder than a witches tit,”
Dean complains, slams metal on metal carelessly loud.

Pinyon pines rustle an uneasy reply.

Sam hefts the shotgun, lets Dean shoulder the rest of the burden
 – like Sam has a choice.
Sam’s worry is wasted with only starlight there to see it.

They leave the Impala on blacker than blacktop, step off the highway
Onto earth red by day, old-blood-dark by night.
Nothing ominous about that, no sir.

Sam doesn’t think about portents when he carries his brother back
Torn open.
Dripping blood steams – human heat versus desert chill.
The desert is winning.

Waiting patiently, blacker than black,
blacker than blacktop,
cold iron will be their saviour.

The Impala roars deliverance into the Utah night.



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Check out the community - all poems and poets are welcome!
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Because I should be doing any number of other things, naturally I decided to procrastinate with another Holiday Mixtape entry.

Art plus drabble this time, and weecesters.

Title: How Elfish!
Words: 100
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: Schmoop, caretaker Dean
Summary: Sammy wants to be an Elf.
Sam elf banner

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So many birthdays, so little time and I know I've been really bad at gifting lately, but I couldn't miss my spn_reversebang co-mod's birthday now, could I?

A very small ficlet offering for you, dear quickreaver. Hope it hits a spot.


A Bang or a Whimper?

The world ends on a Wednesday. It does it quietly, and Dean’s the only one who notices. He shrugs, throws his battered duffel into the back seat of the Impala and drives.

That’s how it goes, that’s how Dean goes, every time.

It’s not that he doesn’t care. He cares a lot. About the people he meets and those he doesn’t; he cares that they are going to suffer and die, he hates that there’s nothing he can do about it. But - and here’s the thing that defines Dean Winchester, whatever the universe he’s in – those people, however deserving; the good, bad and the ugly? Those people aren’t Sam. None of them are his brother, and when it comes down to the nitty gritty of his life, that’s all that Dean can focus on.

So when the apocalypse comes Dean leaves, every time, because he hasn’t found Sam yet, and he can’t stop until he does.

~0~0~0~

Sam follows a trail of stars. He eats sparingly, only drinks enough water to maintain functionality; doesn’t waste precious time on anything but the basics that allow him to keep moving. Anything else is insignificant because it isn’t Dean.

Dean’s out there, somewhere, and Sam’s going to find him, worlds be damned.

And they are.

Eternally damned.

~0~0~0~



AN: Coincidentally, this also fills a [community profile] genprompt_bingo prompt to end the world in the first paragraph.

I blame...

Jun. 9th, 2018 09:43 pm
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kalliel and finchandsparrow for this.

Delirious Love
Dean finished packing. Ever since Sam, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Dean had been delinquent.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing shoved him, all was delectable. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in the heart of the sun to become a deleted galaxy.
Just then, there was a dauntless knock at the door. Dean opened it and stood there rashly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his toe nail.
When Dean came to, Sam was holding his heel and looking delicious. "My love," Sam said rapidly, "I'm sorry for the deft shock. I've been shipwrecked on a deliberate island for the last ten years, living like the hairiest sasquatch that ever roamed the earth. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my knee in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Dean could hardly believe his Sam had returned. "I will always love you, knee or no knee. Besides, you can cover it up with a gardenia."
They embraced randomly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was delusional.

The End.

And this:

The Battle For The Corset
Below decks, Jensen swept his corset. He had been busy with the corset for hours and now wanted nothing more than a rabid cuddle or a tumescent massage from his lover Jared.
He said this last thought out loud and all of a sudden his ripped Jared appeared at the door, grinning flightily.
"Put down the corset," Jared said mightily. "Unless you want me to sweep that corset on your chin."
Jensen put down the corset. He was ribald. He had never seen Jared so spongy before and it made him shallow.
Jared picked up the corset, then withdrew a towel from his nose. "Don't be so ribald," Jared said with a spongy grimace. "A badger bit my tongue this morning, and everything became scintilating. Now with this corset and this towel I can mightily rule the world!"
Jensen clutched his wicked tongue frightfully. This was his lover, his ripped Jared, now staring at him with a spongy nose.
"Fight it!" Jensen shouted. "The badger just wants the corset for his own ripped devices! He doesn't love you, not the rabid way I do!"
Jensen could see Jared trembling frightfully. Jensen reached out his chin and touched Jared's nose mightily. He was ripped, so ripped, but he knew only his wicked love for Jared would break the badger's spell.
Sure enough, Jared dropped the corset with a thunk. "Oh, Jensen," he squealed. "I'm so rabid, can you ever forgive me?"
But Jensen had already moved below decks. Like the foam on the crest of a wave, he pressed his chin into Jared's nose. And as they fell together in a scintilating fit of love, the corset lay on the floor, shallow and forgotten.


Drabblematic is adictive.
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This one is for madebyme_x's prompt lost at sea though coincidentally kalliel mentioned wanting some offshore shenanigans too. It was supposed to be hurt but it got rather schmoopy all by itself.

Title: Don't Rock the Boat
Fic or Art: FIC
Hurt or Comfort: HURT
Warnings: Unbetaed
Words: not many
Prompt: lost at sea
Summary: The kraken had really done a number on both Sam and the boat...

Don’t Rock the Boat
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 Once upon a time, there was a fanworks challenge called Into a Bar...
Click on the link for all the details!

A Ficathon Goes Into A Bar


Signups: April 1 to 11:59 PM PDT, April 15 (When is that for me?)
Prompts Distributed: By April 18
Posting Opens: April 19
Last Day to Post/Notify a Mod: May 20
Masterlist Posted: Mid June
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I just realised I can post my contribution to the recent SPN Seasons anthology, for the Fall/Autumn section. The stories were all Gen oneshots with a word limit of 1200. The anthology is divided into the four seasons, with each story vaguely thematic around each. There are a lot of really cool stories in there, so if you get a chance to download the book, I'd recommend it!


Title: Mists and Mellow Frutifulness
Word count: 1200
Characters: Castiel, Sam, Dean, OCs.
Rating: Gen, PG13
Warnings: Set in a far future with ambiguously alive or dead characters. Outsider POV.

The day the Storyteller arrived in Ashford, Virginia, the wind changed direction, bringing with it a hint of frost from the north, together with the first touch of flame in the maple leaves.

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Back to Chapter 1
ALSO ON AO3

Chapter 2

Jensen is grateful the Olympic athletes’ accommodation is so (relatively) lavish this time. The rooms are spacious, and the provision of an en suite is a real luxury compared to four years ago, when unless you’d been able to hold on until the middle of the night, there was invariably a queue for the bathrooms. The only downside is the thinness of the walls.

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My first chapter by chapter posting. I never normally do this but heck. Why not. i make no promises on when Chapter 2 will arrive.
Warnings: silliness and Chad. Unbetaed!
Rating: this chapter - PG13
ALSO ON AO3

Of Padaleckis and Penguins
The one where Jared wakes up one morning to find a penguin in his hotel bedroom.

Chapter 1 - The Awakening

Jared wakes up in increments. The first stage is a vague awareness that he exists, closely followed by the pained realisation that existence is overrated. He’d swear someone has replaced his brain with a jellyfish and his mouth tastes like rotting fish. Added to which woes, his chest is --weird. Kind of itchy and scratchy and weighed down with something warm but prickly.

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Feathers and Flowers

Art by stargazingchola

Dean doesn’t like Sam’s new girlfriend right from the start.  It isn’t jealousy, he refuses to believe it’s that, even though he knows deep down there might be a touch of jealous rage burning his soul when he sees how she leans into Sam, tucking herself under his arm and into his body like she belongs there. No, there is just something about her that doesn’t ring true.  She’s too sweet, too pretty, too lively - and Dean can’t understand why Sam fell so hard, so fast.  Except he can understand it totally, because she is too much of everything Sam has ever liked in a woman.

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My second deanwbigbang post is fic this time!
Title: Feathers and Flowers
Author: Me!
Rating: Probably R for talk of sex and swearing
Pairing/Characters: Sam/OFC, Dean, Sam, one mythological OC and one historical OC
Length: ~14k
Warnings/Tags: Gencesty vibes, Sam haz the sex off camera, hurt!Dean, transformed Sam, almost dub-con (it doesn't actually follow through), dreamwalking, historical references, Native American heroes, mythical mash-ups
Summary: Dean thinks it's weird when Sam gets a girlfiend, but things start getting even weirder when Sam brings her into the bunker. Uknowingly caught up in a reworking of a Welsh myth, Dean manages to lose Sam, and is forced to team up with Sam's girlfriend on a road trip to track down his brother.

Thank you: Many thanks to my two betas ameliacareful and harrigan - your feedback made this a lot more comprehensible! Any remaining errors are mine.
stargazingchola went above and beyond with her art - so much loveliness! Please make sure to visit her art post and leave lots of love.

Art: on LJ | Tumblr
Fic: Masterpost | Part 1 | Part 2 or on AO3

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Dean’s flying but this isn’t like being in a plane. There’s no fear, no worry about being thousands of feet in the air and not being in control. Laid out below he can see the straight grey lines of roads start to twist and turn as they meet the mountains. There’s the white of snow overlaying the dark green of pine forests and he swoops lower. He’s drifting southwards and the sun is lowering on the horizon.

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I'm just mentioning this old ficlet again because I finally remembered to add the fabulous art that the very talented siennavie did for me and want to point y'all to it.

So click on the story banner and to go to the updated post with links to the art post!
siennavie yours sincerely header
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Fics and Writing

Thanks to our magnificent Countess, monicawoe over on 12mowrimo, I know that my 2017 word count is 152,679. I'm definitely happy with that, even if that productivity hasn't translated into masses of stories on here.

Completed fics:



  1. spn_cinema - Per Aspera ad Astra on LJ |AO3

  2. j2_reversebang for dollarformyname co-writen with blackrabbit42 on AO3

  3. spn_reversebang Fic for cassiopeia7 J2's Excellent Supernatural Adventure

  4. spnspringfling for keep_waking_up - Shadow Boxing on LJ | AO3

  5. sammybigbang - The Ship that Lost its Soul on LJ | AO3

  6. A J2 birthday fic for zara_zee - Net Asset Value on LJ | AO3

And that seems to be it. I think I've only written one drabble this year too, which ain't impressive, but never mind.

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