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>> What was silent

TITLE: What was silent
AUTHOR:[livejournal.com profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: stretches from pre-series up to 4.07
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Daniel Elkins, Castiel
SUMMARY: Like father, like son.
RATING: PG13. Just cussing, really.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTE: sweet charity fic. [livejournal.com profile] may7fic is crazy awesome and bought me. She wanted a story about John’s fallout with Elkins (that affects the boys up to the present) and she wanted some shiny sent John’s way and she wanted the Dean-John father-son thing in all its Winchester glory. I tried to stay close to that, but I tweaked it. A lot. Because I wanted Castiel, too. Amongst others. And wanted season 4 involved as well. Ahem.
BETA: All the pretty polishing I couldn’t have done without the shiny beta of the sparkly [livejournal.com profile] chemm80 and the amazing [livejournal.com profile] erinrua. Much love to [livejournal.com profile] e313for the handholding as well. Thank you, shiny ladies.

Bobby’s lifting stacks and stacks of books. The dust still flutters in the air, caught unaware in the draughts of Bobby’s whirlwind moves. It’s disconcerting, really, the whole whirlwind thing. If Bobby was a force of nature, he’d be something steady and unyielding, like a mountain, or a glacier. Something with deep roots, close to the ground, bearing weight. Living with it. Something with fewer moves, but heavier momentum.

He’s moving stacks around, freeing long lost surfaces of furniture, all the while grumbling “I’m sure it’s here somewhere”. One book is balancing on the edge, forming the top of a paper tower. Dean shoves his hands deeper in his pockets and watches it lose the fight with gravity.

Sam’s hand shoots out, grabs it midair, places it on top again, using his thigh to keep another book tower steady.

“Are you sure, Bobby?” Sam, the human book prop, says. “You sure it’s not somewhere else?”

“No.” It comes through gritted teeth. “If you say you ain’t got it, it’s here alright. It’s got to be here.”
What was silent )


Sep. 10th, 2008 01:49 pm
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AUTHOR: [livejournal.com profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: not really
GENRE: gen
CHARACTERS: Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
SUMMARY: Bobby won’t add anything more to that. Spare words, practical words. People need to figure those out for themselves.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
NOTES: 1,458 words. For the [livejournal.com profile] spn_summergen exchange, lovely [livejournal.com profile] i_speak_tongue wanted Dean and Bobby moments/missing scenes of early season 2. I tried to stay close to that, but, you know Bobby; he has a mind of his own. So don’t sue. Just playing around, is all. Much, much love and gratitude to the smart and lovely [livejournal.com profile] pdragon76 for the beta.

When he looks at the car, he’s already mourning the boy.
Bobby’s seen things. )


Sep. 8th, 2008 04:16 pm
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TITLE: Cadaver
AUTHOR: [livejournal.com profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: for 3.16 in SPN
GENRE: gen
CHARACTERS: Winchesters and… others.
SUMMARY: Would be a spoiler. But it’s not what you think.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: Owning would be awesome in a perfect world.
BETA: by her shiny awesomeness, [livejournal.com profile] pdragon76

There’s power in names, everyone knows it that knows anything about true magic. The old magic, of blood and bones and salt and earth. Everyone knows.

So let’s call this Cadaver. I reckon Sam would say that Corpse would be the exact word, but everyone knows that the exact word ain’t always the right one. And Cadaver feels right for this. Makes me not feel too much. About this. All of this. My words, the ground beneath us, the sky above us, the sparks around us, the night falling. This… this is not a story, this is the now, but I don’t know how else to call it, the way time and earth dance around.

But, if this was a story, it’d be called Cadaver. So let’s assume it is one, alright? Lord knows I like telling stories, and no story can be a proper one without a name. Even when it’s not a story exactly, just the flame and the woods and the stars and the ground. You’ll catch my drift.

Read on )
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>> A hundred hearts
TITLE: A hundred hearts
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: All of it.
GENRE: Gen. Crossover Supernatural/Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along-Blog
CHARACTERS: Dr. Horrible, Sam, Dean, Bobby, Penny
SUMMARY: How far would you go?
FEEDBACK: Dude… duh
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Not even the yoghurt.
BETA: by lovely [personal profile] theladyscribe.
“Don’t,” he says, “please, Penny, don’t, it’s going to be alright, it’s me, everything will be alright.”
He doesn’t raise his arms to protect himself, doesn’t try to hold her any longer; he lets her beat tiny clenched fists against his chest, shoulders, head, can feel the bruises forming inside out, relishes at the reality of them. Her.
She makes small, quiet sounds of despair, groans of pain that can’t be physical (they promised she’d be whole) and sags against the bed. The sheet has slipped down to her waist, small breasts, and beneath them a long scar, only thing to mar her skin.
Silent tears, hair the brightest thing in this improvised laboratory and all he can think of is I love you and I fixed it and you’re safe. She flinches when his hand reaches out to her, but he only pulls the sheet higher, till abdomen and chest are covered. She clutches it against herself.
ultraviolet9a: (angry sam)
>> Now amongst the alien gods
TITLE: Now amongst the alien gods
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: for 3.11 (just a hint) but mostly for the end of season 2.
CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester
SUMMARY: I… can’t tell you. But it’s Sam. And it’s all about Dean. Like always. (and heh. Aren’t you curious about that curved knife Sam cradles in the old promo pics?)
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except the word weaving and the twist in the fic.
NOTE: The first page was written long before 3.11, but 3.11 is what made me say hey. Let’s just finish the damn piece, so I merely wrote two more words to add the 3.11 thing in it. So there.
NOTE2: for [personal profile] buffyaddict13  cuz she gives me ripped out hearts like Angelus.
NOTE3: beta by shiny [profile] csweird
He takes all of his clothes off. He knows there is nothing he can take with him.
And he’s no fool. He’s got a cold practical mind hardened at crossroads and darkness and knives on his back. Guns. And Tricksters. Lines that run through his face, and now his hair is pushed back from his eyes (he was beautiful once, beautiful like a statue, and the beauty is still there, except now the first thing you see is the cold and unbent).
Dean would have gotten a shock. Sam’s his father’s son. He too is willing to spend a lifetime following one.single.cause. He won’t rush into it; he’s too smart for that and he can harness impatience and grief.
He prepares.
ten years )
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>>the wind and the west moon
TITLE: the wind and the west moon
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: for everything Spike, and pretty much everything SPN.
GENRE: Gen. Xover with Angel the series. Or Buffy the vampire slayer. Don’t know, take your pick, Spike was in both, so there.
CHARACTERS: Spike, Bobby Singer, Sam and Dean Winchester.
SUMMARY: Set after the Xmassy SPN episode
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: Can somebody hand over Spike please? Pretty please? No? I didn’t think so either. Fudge.
NOTE: dear zombieprincess [personal profile] buffyaddict13, this is for you. Because of your general shininess. (*hoops and yoyo wave*)
NOTE2: beta by shiny [personal profile] hiyacynth
After the first death, there is no other.
-Dylan Thomas-

Spike’s made of a lot of words these days.
He doesn’t want to think in pictures, cuz pictures hurt
((Angel dust))
and they scar deep ((it shouldn’t have been you)), but words… words are cheap candy wrap, and he doesn’t tear it off. Doesn’t have to.
He plays small looping gigs in his mind, word games, because he’s always been good at them. Like, effulgent. S for sex and P for pistols, I for… I, and oh bugger it all, because after the ‘s’ it’s not important. Most of the words he’s made of, he decides as his fingers circle over smooth wood, seem to fall in with his chosen name’s monogram. Sex and sarcasm and soul and suicide and self-loathing. And sadness. And shit, Angel used to say, but Angel’s not here. No one is here.
((you get to live. again.))
Spike’s mind runs through the whole sodding alphabet (here comes the s again), but always gets stuck on the ‘s’. Stumbles and falls, and maybe he can’t handle words, he can’t, not the ones that start with that bloody letter anyway. Slayer and Sire and shanshu and soul and sin and sacrifice and so.much.pain.
ultraviolet9a: (hot dean)
>> The Winchester Plot (Here we go again)
TITLE: The Winchester Plot (Here we go again)
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Spoilers for all seasons up to 3.02.
GENRE: gen. Crack.
CHARACTERS: Sam and Dean and Bobby and other cameos.
SUMMARY: Summarizing is impossible, but needless to say that the Winchesters deal with the problem the crossroad demon has created. Also, you’ll get a better sense of what the hell is going on if you read The Winchester Plot first, but that is not a prerequisite.
RATING: PG13. Potty mouth, as always.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: Could I own them, please? I’ll be nice and very bendy to them.
NOTE: September sucks. October sucks even more for some reason. When things suck I write crack.
NOTE2: Betaed, as always, by sparkly [personal profile] hiyacynth.

The crossroad is desolate, except for them. Corn ripples around them. Like a Stephen
“King movie, no?” Dean says. Sam shrugs.
“Possibly. Ask her.”
Her? Her? There is no one else here. The crossroad demon hasn’t made an entrance yet, so talking about her is impossible.
Which means…
Which is…
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>>Deceiver (not the silence for you, my boy)
TITLE: Deceiver (not the silence for you, my boy)
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Season 2 finale two-parter.
CHARACTERS: Bobby Singer, crossroad demon, Rumsfeld, Dean Winchester, (Sam Winchester)
SUMMARY: “You wanna know how the deal will go down? This is how the deal will go down. My way. Ma’am.”
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: I do not own them. It’s frustrating.
NOTE: The glowy [profile] misskatieleighhad requested something with Bobby in it. I hope you enjoy this, honey.
NOTE2: betaed by shiny [personal profile] hiyacynth. She’s my Yoda. In a “Help you I can, yes.” kind of way. (Except, you know, she’s way prettier, uses better syntax, and isn’t green. Heh.)
Don’t try and con a conman.
-Bobby Singer
It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver.
-Niccolo Machiavelli
Waste not, want not.
Usually it’s this kind most people are afraid of: the kind that hold blades in their eyes (like John), that carry too pure a cause (like Dean), that are too smart and too large somehow (like Sam).
Well. If you ask me, most people got it dead wrong. The people to be feared most? Are the ones you don’t see coming: the quiet ones.
Like Bobby.
ultraviolet9a: (angry)
>>A man’s not dead (while his name’s still spoken)
TITLE: A man’s not dead (while his name’s still spoken)
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: ranges from pre-series but has spoilers for IMToD and AHBL.
CHARACTERS: John, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Ellen, Deacon, YED, Missouri, and other minor ones and OCs.
SUMMARY: Title sums it up and builds up and leads to…eh… a finale. Climax. You name it. Cuz John Winchester left a print in the world.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: Own them? Any of it? Oh I wish. Still, wordweaving’s mine.
NOTE: Written for my second [profile] poorboyshufflesong challenge: I won’t back down song (lyrics here) Song by Tom Petty, though I’m having the Johnny Cash version in mind (that was pointed out by omg she’s so awesome [personal profile] hiyacynth, who also caught plenty mistakes and comas in this fic. Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll be sending you lots and lots of pics, you know that, right?). In combo with two facts: I’ve been haunted by a phrase in Going Postal by Terry Pratchett. So I used it as a title and built up a whole fic around it. Best way to salt and burn it I reckon. Now throw some of my cultural background into the mix and here it is.
Well I won't back down, no I won't back down
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won't back down
“Well, check that off the to-do list.”
“You did it.”
“I didn't do it alone.”
Cameron likes fishing. It’s peaceful down the lake, with the trout and the dragonflies. There was a time people avoided the lake, the elders say, but he can’t really remember it, cuz he was really young back then; but on the Fourth of July his father always took him to the lake and told him the same ghost story all over again, about the girl drowning while folks were staring at the fireworks in the sky, about the lake claiming one two three people each year. About the lake almost claiming him. Cameron can’t remember. He was too young his daddy said, still every Fourth of July he would take him to the lake and would break a 16 year old malt and make a libation to the water. Then he’d pour some in two plastic cups and give one to Cameron.
ultraviolet9a: (angry sam)
Uhm... )

Ah, and fic. Am proud of this one for some reason. *snuggles fic*

>> faith
TITLE: faith
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: heavy for 2.21 and 2.22, Hellhouse, mild for Hollywood Babylon and Houses of the Holy
GENRE: gen
CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, brief mention of Ellen Harvelle and minor players and demons.
SUMMARY: Sam found a way. (and you know what I’m referring to. Dammit, it has me on edge about season 3.) Picks up right where season 2 left off.
RATING: pg 13. I love cussing, did I mention that?
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I’d love to own them and I’m pretty sure they’d love to be owned by me too, if only they gave it a shot. *hint hint*
Three weeks after all hell breaks loose, Sam finds a way.
Gotcha )
ultraviolet9a: (hot dean)
>> A ribbon at a time
TITLE: A ribbon at a time
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Generic spoilers, and heavy ones for 2.21, 2.22.
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle and some minor players (and demons.)
SUMMARY: would be spoilery. But it picks up where season 2 finale left off. It’s a fic about how things might go sort of thing, rounding up the future.
RATING: PG-13. Potty mouth here.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: Wordweaving’s mine. The rest is wishful thinking.
NOTE: It hit me out of nowhere. So I hit it back.

Jo Harvelle shows up at Bobby’s doorstep about four days after all hell broke loose. She’s got a big duffel bag she can hardly carry and there are circles under her eyes. Rumsfeld barks at her, but Bobby stays him and shuts the book he is reading.
“Well,” he says, looking her up and down and then smiles beckoning her. And that’s all there is to it.
“Where’s my mom?” Jo asks.
“She’ll be here soon,” Bobby says.
Of course she has to go through the holy water drinking ritual, just like her mother did, days ago.
“Don’t think I’ll be serving you alcohol any time soon,” Bobby says when holy water is in her belly and no smoke is coming out. Jo’s eyes fill with tears.
“I guess all’s true then, isn’t it?” she asks. Bobby nods. She leans with her elbows on the table, head between her palms. Her hair is greasy and sticks to her skin.
Ribbon )
ultraviolet9a: (con)
>> The Conman (and the end of the world)
TITLE: The Conman (and the end of the world)
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Mild for season 1 I reckon, and heavier for IMToD, BUaBS, Tall Tales and Heart.
GENRE: Gen. Post apocalyptic.
CHARACTERS: Bobby above and foremost (god I love him), Sam and Dean, mentions of Ellen and John.
SUMMARY: “Well…he buried and burnt enough to know what hunting’s really about. Not running. Not following. Just hiding. And waiting. Making sure that whatever it is you’re after will eventually cross your path.” Post apocalyptic. Bobby. Just because.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, I make no money. Damn.
NOTE: So after Trigger and The Fourth Day a plot bunny bit my ass. (and I don’t mean the four-legged creature related to donkeys.) This is a standalone piece but for complete understanding, you could always read the two mentioned above (in any order you like, really). Cuz all are centred around one event, just from different perspectives.
Bobby’s smart, real smart. Always has been. He tries to hide it beneath faded baseball caps and fishing vests, beneath his silent shrugs and the way he shoves his hands in his pockets. The strongest weapon is always the one you don’t see coming, see. No one and nothing sees Bobby coming, and Bobby’s been around to tell the tale. Unlike John and dammit, his eyes begin to sting at the mere thought.
He’s buried a lot of people. Or rather, burnt. John and Jim just two names on a long list that started years and years ago, when Bobby was still young and blazing. Could see him coming a mile away, with his laughter and his knowledge and that sharpness right behind the pupils of his eyes. Well…he buried and burnt enough to know what hunting’s really about. Not running. Not following. Just hiding. And waiting. Making sure that whatever it is you’re after will eventually cross your path.
Bobby )


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