This is an index of my SPN fanfic posted to LiveJournal.


Supernatural fic index

Need sleep. ( Lots more sleep )

S is for Winchester – 2/2
Rating: R, Gen, Het
Characters: Dean, Sam/Jess, John, Bobby
Word Count: 5,782/11,342
Disclaimer: The characters are sadly not mine. I’m just sticking pins into Winchesters for fun and angst. Sorry about the holes!
A/N: Coda to 3.16 No Rest For The Wicked.
The first in The Hollow Hours series
A birthday fic for the wonderful trulybloom who requested “a weeChesters story, young Dean teaching wee Sammy a new word (or words).” I may have got a little carried away with the request. Sorry it took forever to write.
Thanks to secret_seer for chalking up another great banner and amping up the contrast in my flash cards.
Setting: Damn nigh everywhere stateside (1984-2008)

Summary: People tell a lot of stories about the Winchester brothers. Some of them are true; some of them we only wish they were. What is fact is that Dean Winchester taught Sam almost everything he knows, even if sometimes Dean didn’t realize it at the time.

( S is for Winchester – Part 2 )

And Argent nodded, and it was good. ( Very good! Also bright, and shiny. )

S is for Winchester – 1/2
Rating: R, Gen, Het
Characters: Dean, Sam/Jess, John, Bobby
Word Count: 5,555/11,342
Disclaimer: The characters are sadly not mine. I’m just sticking pins into Winchesters for fun and angst. Sorry about the holes!
A/N: Coda to 3.16 No Rest For The Wicked.
The first in The Hollow Hours series
A birthday fic for the wonderful trulybloom who requested “a weeChesters story, young Dean teaching wee Sammy a new word (or words).” I may have got a little carried away with the request. Sorry it took forever to write.
Thanks to secret_seer for chalking up another great banner and amping up the contrast in my flash cards.
Setting: Damn nigh everywhere stateside (1984-2008)

Summary: People tell a lot of stories about the Winchester brothers. Some of them are true; some of them we only wish they were. What is fact is that Dean Winchester taught Sam almost everything he knows, even if sometimes Dean didn’t realize it at the time.

( S is for Winchester – Part 1 )

Happy Birthday, trulybloom


( Make a wish )

Haven't had any power at home since mid-morning Friday.

So, thank you to the evil storm gods who ripped away my ability to download part 2 of the latest SPN ep. Grrrr. I want to know what happened!!! ( Now! )

The Zombie Mash
Rating: R, Gen
Characters: Dean, Sammy, John
Word Count: 7,864
Disclaimer: The characters are sadly not mine. I’m just sticking pins into Winchesters for fun and angst. Sorry about the holes!
A/N: Belated birthday fic for the awesome, pinkphoenix1985 who had a yen for “pre-series teen!chesters, solo hunts, evil teachers, and ZOMBIES.” I think I managed to fit everything in.
Three cheers for Lewis Carroll’s sublime Jabberwocky, and Bobby Pickett’s Monster Mash (the lyrics of which were randomly used as section headers.)
You can blame secret_seer for a certain twisted fish visual.
Warning: This may contain accidental traces of nuts, schmoop, and small furry animals.
Setting: Peculiar, Mo. Aug-Sept. 1994.

Summary: ‘Dean? Do those zombies look a little … hungry to you?’

( The Zombie Mash )

And reaches for coffee.

( Lots and lots of coffee )

Over Easy
Rating: R, Gen
Characters: Dean, Sam, chicks with hankies on their heads, men in black hats. Oh, and a talking egg
Disclaimer: The characters are sadly not mine. I’m just sticking pins into Winchester dolls for the purposes of general amusement. Sorry about the holes!
Word Count: 7,164
A/N: Short Order Winchesters + talking eggs = Crack
Birthday fic for noirbabalon, who totally deserves warped funny crack. Sorry for the inadvertent moments of angst that snuck in amidst the perkier crack, B. I couldn’t help myself. I was possessed. Truly I was.
Thanks go to secret_seer for suggesting what Sam’s subconscious revenge might be.
Warning: Possible blasphemy and abuse of childhood and literary icons. Apologies to Friedrich Gerstäcker’s ‘Germelshausen,’ the films ‘Brigadoon’ and ‘Witness,’ and *blushes* the nursery rhyme ‘Humpty Dumpty.’
Setting: Mirage, Penn. Nov. 14th 2008

Summary: ‘What do you mean—I’m not Harrison Ford?’
Trapped on a mysterious island with Sam’s abilities taking an unusual turn, Dean tries to make the best of the situation.

( Over Easy )

Had to take my mother to hospital today after she caught some bug that had her throwing up forever. Couldn't even keep the anit-nausea medication down. Finally ended up driving her to hospital when it was obvious I wasn't going to be able to get enough fluids in her to keep her conscious much longer. Urk. She's still there. They've got her on a drip and are pumping her full of everything her system needs. Should only be in 24 hours hopefully. Busy morning.

Not what I or she needed.

And here's where I have to apologise to the the ever-patient noirbabalon because I didn't get her birthday fic posted on the day yesterday. Damn. Fell asleep two mornings in a row over the coding.

Sorry, B, sweetie. *hugs*

Here it is. Next post up. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hope you like the fic, even if the fun is mixed with angst (and I know how you hate that). But my muse insisted. Next year I promise you 100% fun!

Happy Birthday, noirbabalon

( Put your hand on your necklace, and make a wish )

Sit back in a comfy chair

( and enjoy )

Over Easy - in which Dean thinks Amish girls wear hankies on their head. *G*

He also dreams he's Harrison Ford and that he's going to get laid.

Sam (not so gently) disabuses him of that notion.

Then things start to get really weird...

The Price of Wisdom
Rating: R, Gen, Het (is it Het if it’s a demon?)
Characters: Ruby/Sam (mostly), Christy, Dean, John, assorted Goddesses and Gods
Word Count: 5,973
Disclaimer: The characters are sadly not mine. I’m just sticking pins into Winchesters for fun and angst. Sorry about the holes!
A/N: Ruby drives me crazy. Both Rubys. So I thought I’d try and get inside her head. There was more in there than I expected.
Call this a prequel and coda to 4.01 and all that follows. That should cover everything. *G*
Mythfic – another exploration of the Persephone legend from an entirely different angle than Dean encountered in Hell in Blood and Cupcakes
Warning: Blatant (mis)use of Greek and Roman mythology for the Hell of it.
Note to self – Never attempt a mostly 1st person p.o.v. again, even with a safety net.
Setting: Mount Olympus and environs (way back when) - Pontiac, Ill. (Sept. 2008)

Summary: You live long, and die often enough; you might get to watch the world curve back in on itself. If you’re motivated you can even give it a nudge every now and then. So, who cares who you sacrifice along with way? After all, blood has always been the oldest currency.

( The Price of Wisdom )

Are a good thing. The end of this particular Friday would be even better.

( Roll on 5 pm )

Eek! Need more time in the days/nights ( whatever )

Happy Belated Birthday, camille_is_here


( Turn back time, and make a wish )

Happy Birthday, may7fic

( Make a wish )

Happy (Belated) Birthday, pinkphoenix1985

( Hip! Hip! )