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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

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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

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
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I managed a drabble reaction after all! Woot!

Title: A Damp Squib
Words: 100
Summary: After their conversation in the car outside 810 Downs Drive, Sam does some thinking.

A Damp Squib


The Impala eats up the miles, and the falling night swallows any conversation that might linger. The cassette tape unspools the usual mix of Metallica and Zeppelin and nothing stops Sam thinking.

Dean isn’t giving up. Dean’s just doing what Sam wants – looking to himself for a solution.

Except to Sam it sounds exactly like giving up. Like the same fatalistic bullshit Dean espoused before his deal was due. Like the man with terminal cancer stopping his chemo. Maybe there’s good reason for stoicism, but Dean is overlooking one important fact.

If the Mark isn’t defeated, Dean will become Cain.
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Yep, it's Sunday drabble time...

SPN100 Drabble Challenge: word count 100

Challenge word: scale

Warnings: Season 10 spoilery(ish)

Summary: Sometimes reassurance feels a bit hollow.

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Sam says – the Mark, everything else. We’ll figure it out, we always do.

Inside Sam hears an echo, hollow as a brass bell. I won’t let you die, Dean. You won’t go to Hell.

The Dean in that ghost of another time was younger, more hopeful – yet even so Dean didn’t believe Sam could save him.

Dean hears a different echo, sees Sam’s haggard face, trial-worn. Hey, listen, we’ll figure it out, okay, just like we always do. Let it go, brother.

Both of them wait to see which side of Blind Justice’s scales will tip them out this time.

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Took a second watch to get my hook...

Title: Being Dean
Words: 100
Summary: Dean had a chance to be re-made. He blew it.

Fourteen again. Raging hormones, a body too slight for a man’s fighting style, a voice that slipped up a register with embarrassing frequency – all weighed against a chance to start over, to be clean again.

To be someone who isn’t defined by negative space. Who doesn’t consist of the four elements:

I can’t do this any more
I don’t deserve love
I’m too tired
I’m not worth it

He entertains the notion for an hour, maybe more, before the kid he was fails, just like he’s always done.

So what’s the point of clinging to hope?

He squeezes the hex-bag.

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Not Batman
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SPN100 Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word:  squirm
Warnings: F bomb, slight spoiler for S10E11
Summary: Dean promises Charlie he’ll do anything to make up for what he did to her dark side. He’s not expecting to have to LARP as Etrigan the rhyming demon.

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“This is stupid. I can’t do this!”
“Dean, it has to rhyme. Come on, you promised. You’re Etrigan while Sam is Dream.”
“Okay, but how come I have to be all yellow and rhyming, while Sam just spikes his hair up…”
Sam and Charlie both stare at him expectantly, and Dean realises he has to find a fucking rhyme now. Dammit!
“…while whining.” Dean grinned. Maybe he could have fun with this LARPing crap after all.
“Very funny, Dean,” Sam pouted.
“Yeah! Gonna make you squirm like a…a…pachyderm!”
Charlie exchanged a look with Sam – perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

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A/N The demon Etrigan and Dream are characters from Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman (and appear in other places). Etrigan speaks in rhyme…

 
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For the very first sammybigbang
Title: Soul Cage
Author: amberdreams
Artist: chomaisky
Word length: ~7000
Rating: R for darkness and swearing
Warnings: mind fuck themes
Summary: Set at an unspecified time during Season 10. After Sam’s been re-souled and after Cas broke down his wall, after Dean and Castiel’s time in Purgatory, after Amelia and the dog, after Benny, after rescuing Bobby’s soul from Hell. After Sam’s angel possession has been resolved to no one’s satisfaction and Dean is demonless but still Marked, is it any wonder that Sam is messed up, Dean is messed up and nothing feels right?

They finish a case only to find Sam is trapped inside an invisible cage in the middle of their motel room. Dean can see into the cage, but Sam can’t see out. Unable to communicate, somehow they have to find a way to free Sam from this prison.

THANK YOU chomaisky you little diamond!  The art - guys, the art. You HAVE to check it out and leave her so much love. I've included it in the story post but you have to see it properly over at her journal - it is stunning. I will be flailing about it forever. FOREVER I tell you. ART!!

Acknowledgements: A massive thank you to etrix, caranfindel and vyperdd for sterling beta jobs! etrix in particular whipped my passive ungrammatical bum into line and thoroughly de-Britishized me, so any remaining errors are all mine. Lyrics are from Sting’s The Soul Cages, and Imagine Dragon’s Nothing Left to Say. The Jack a Nory rhyme is traditional.
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Thought I'd better get my reaction post done before I read too many other reactions! So here it is, my 100 word drabble reaction.
Warnings: Dean POV and voice - swearing!
Summary: A conversation Dean would probably never have with Sam.

Dean Winchester, Ancient Mariner

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.



Albatross, huh? You’ve got the wing-span for the job, that’s true.

They gonna tie you round my neck, Sammy? Because that might be justice, y’know?

I might never have been the one to stick the knife in, or push you over the edge, but I sure as hell have been responsible for snuffing out that spark in you -- over, and over.

You were the one who sailed me out of the doldrums, who pushed me when I didn’t have the strength or the will to go on.

Fuck, Sammy, you big girl -- you are the wind beneath my wings.
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Soul Train
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SPN100 Drabble: word count 100
Challenge word:  train
Warnings: More a prompt than a fic, I feel... Oh and swearing.
Summary: You don't have to hurry on a soul train ride.
You don't have to worry, let your troubles slide.
Dancin' to the music, maybe we can travel till we're out of sight,
Yeah, and everything'll be all right..
. Or when you are a Winchester, maybe not.


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Dean worked his way through the train, carriage by carriage, his desperation increasing with every step. A guy in an expensive-looking suit stood up to get a drink from the on-board catering, take a piss - who knew, who fucking cared. Dean shoved him out of the way, ignoring the shout of outrage and the disapproving looks from the other passengers.

All he cared about was that none of them was Sam.

When he found the game, Sam’s hand was hovering over the pile of chips that represented his soul, ready to push them across the green baize.

“Sam! No…”

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A/N lyrics from Soul Train by Classic IV


 
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I can't resist... snagged from siennavie and sneakily changed from 'line' to snippet.

When you see this, share 3 random snippets from 3 WIPs. These are all fics open on my laptop right now.

Snippet #1 for my super_disney
It was Castiel’s turn to interrupt. “Dean Winchester, if you do not shut up and co operate, believe me, the first thing I will tape up will be your mouth.”

Snippet #2 for sammyBB (posting 30th with absoloutely FABulous art by chomaisky)
Dean unlocked the door with the big-ass old-fashioned key, and wouldn’t you fucking know it? Sam was right there, half naked with just a too-small motel towel round his waist. Probably used all the hot water, too. His brother stood in the middle of their badly-lit room with his back to the door, ignoring Dean.

Snippet #3 for genteensyBang
Standing in front of the green peeling paint of #401’s door, Gen almost chickened out of knocking. Although the stairwells and landings of Hetty Heights were relatively clean and happily free from the smell of piss – definitely a plus and one of the reasons Gen had taken the lease so readily – Seattle was a big city, full of unknown dangers. And Gen was one tiny out-of-towner, about to pick a fight with her closest neighbour on her first day.



So that's a few of my WIPs - your turn!
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I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do a fic-episode reaction initially, but the broken mirror scene (a nice shout out to Sam's Lucifer mirror scene, I thought) resonated, and so drabbles occurred.

Title: The Scales of Justice
Words: 200 (2 drabbles)
Summary: Dean's POV, followed by Sam's POV. No real spoilers for the episode.


The Scales of Justice

Dean’s mirror is cracked from side to side, reflecting his fractured soul. He looks at the worn features of a face he recognises as his own, but the man who stares back is nobody he knows.

Challenging, accusing, so full of rage.

He’s always had the face of a killer, but he’d taken comfort in knowing that the endings he dealt were righteous. Better his hand wielding the knife than some innocent – that way he kept some other soul out of Hell.

Now everything’s sullied. Even if the Mark is banished, Dean will never be forgiven.

Dean remembers Death’s judgement.

:::

The river ends at its source.

Cryptic words from a lying mouth.  Even if this conundrum can be deciphered, would they be able to trust any solution offered?

Metatron. God’s Scribe and conniver; another angel who excels at deception, who revels in manipulation, and is probably better at it than any demon.

The green tiles in the bunker’s corridors reflect nothing, their empty silence offers no solution.

This river of blood began when Cain murdered Abel. Sam hopes fratricide isn’t the source they are searching for, though he’d die to save Dean if he had to.

Sam remembers Death’s compassion.

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Reveals are up over at spn_bigpretzel and crowleysxmas so now I can post this here - my fic for theymp
Title: Charlie is my Darling
Author: amberdreams
Recipient: theymp
Characters/pairings: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Charlie, Dorothy
Words: ~2100
Warnings: A few F bombs
Summary: For the Ymp’s prompt - Someone in the bunker unwittingly develops the ability to enter and control the dreams of others - but it takes a while for them to realise that this isn't just a really weird dream of their own. Ok, so technically Charlie isn’t actually in the Bunker any more, but close enough, huh?
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It has come to my attention that I forgot to post this stray spn_summergen fic after the reveals - so here it is, my third fill. Orignally posted here, and thank you again if you already left a comment over there.

Title: The lone and level sands stretch far away
Recipient: reapertownusa
Words:~2800
Rating: R for swearing
Warnings: Torture
Characters: Dean, Sam, Lucifer, Castiel
Summary: Dean wakes up in a bad place and things rapidly go downhill from there. Set during some unspecified period in Season 5.
Prompts: Kind of a mishmash of 3 of reapertownusa's prompts - she asked for hostage!Dean; hurt/comfort with Dean being on the receiving end; and anything to do with Dean's post Hell PTSD.



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Following like a lemming, I thought I might attempt my first retrospective. Thanks to Stats Mistress extraordinaire monicawoe, and my membership of the 12mowrimo, I know that I wrote 198,473 words in 2014, which leaves me somewhat gobsmacked. Probably 99% of that was fanfiction, the rest comprising of notes, journaling, episode reactions and the like. Sadly virtually none of the words were novel-related, which I really should do something about this year.
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If you can stand any more angst...

Foundation
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E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word:  snow
Warnings: Angst – sorry! Spoilers for Season 10.
Summary: Sam’s thoughts as he deals with the aftermath of Dean’s killing spree.
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Sam holds his brother’s blood-spattered face in both hands.

Tell me you had to do it, tell me you had no choice.

Sam’s Stone Number One is sand-blasted, wind-scoured, frost-shattered. The next winter’s snow-blanket might cover the cracks for a while, but come the thaw Dean’s going to crumble into dust and be lost on the breeze.

And what will Sam do then?

This time it will take more than an injured dog to prevent Sam from breathing in and in, and never breathing out – stop him taking Dean’s debris deep into his lungs and allowing it to choke him.

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Title: Mary Sue
Words: 247
Summary: Sam answers a knock at the door of the Bunker.
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Title: Gone Fishing
Words: 100
Summary: There's a lake Dean goes sometimes.


There’s a lake where Dean goes sometimes, to think about fishing. He doesn’t actually fish, of course. It’s not buying the right equipment that stops him, it’s the indulgence it would embody. The peace it would bring him. He doesn’t deserve it.

So he stands by the water’s edge, casting a line in his mind’s eye, watching the imaginary ripples spread across the mirror smooth surface.

Sam thinks he goes out to get drunk, so he does that too. After. He doesn’t want to disappoint. If he could, he’d bring Sam a nice shiny fish - he’d bring Sam the world.
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A quadrabble using the challenge word peppermint
Authors:
999alena, amberdreams, dizzojay and theymp (not necessarily in that order)
Word count: 400

Peppermint Pain


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It seems that, for all my grumbling, this episode gave me the FEELs. So here's drabble #2 which is a cheating double.

Title: all I need's a whisper in a world that only shouts
Words:200
Warnings: Dream sequence, spoilers


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What now, folks? What next for our boys? Maybe this.
A drabble reaction in picture form.Read more... )

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