Mar. 1st, 2009 01:56 pm
ultraviolet9a: (thursday)

AUTHOR:[ profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: none.
GENRE: Gen. (could be debated)
CHARACTERS: Dean, Castiel
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them. Don’t sue me. If I did own them, I would have run off somewhere exotic with them as my…uh…companions. And not many clothes involved.
BETA: by shiny [ profile] pdragon76

He has the fry in his hand for a long time before he decides to put it in his mouth. He looks at it, holds it up at different angles, observes the golden-yellow colour of it. He brings it to his nose, sniffs, then turns it some more between his fingertips.

Dean drops his head on the shiny plastic surface of the table.

“, Cas.” His voice is muffled by his arms. “It’s a fry, not some unholy shit.”

“I am deciding, Dean.”
Fry )
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>> All God’s children need travelling shoes

TITLE: All God’s children need travelling shoes
AUTHOR:[ profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: up to 4.10
GENRE: Het-ish (could probably get away with gen too, but let’s stick to one label, yes?)
CHARACTERS: Castiel, Anna
SUMMARY: When they meet again, there is no light nor wind.
RATING: pg13
FEEDBACK: Dude… duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: Don’t even ask.
BETA: by the brilliance that is[ profile] pdragon76

When they meet again, there is none of her light and no gust of wind. The field is bathed in bright sunlight, though, and the trees are barely moving in what tries to be a breeze and fails.

The road is dirty and the grass is high and the fence she’s leaning against is old; her face too young as she tilts it against the sunlight, trying to soak it in.

“Annael,” he says. This is no battlefield and her name slips like a song.

“It blows, you know.” She turns her face to him, opens her eyes, and they are old, old eyes. “I can’t feel it. I’m trying so hard to remember what it’s like, but I can’t really feel it.”
Feel )
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>> He pulls the tension wires down

TITLE: He pulls the tension wires down
AUTHOR:[ profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: For all season 4 up to 4.08.
CHARACTERS: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Uriel. Seems to be my fav combo lately.
SUMMARY: There’s no such thing as ‘just a thing’.
FEEDBACK: Dude… duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: shiny [ profile] chocca2 wanted some Winchester whump, where one of the boys gets shot in the ass. Also, covers :[ profile] found_fic_spn challenge 47.
BETA: by very lovely [ profile] pdragon76, who really outdid herself on this one. Dude. No praise will ever be enough.

“First the eggs, now this,” Dean says. He’s supporting himself against his brother, looking morosely at the Impala. Sam’s taking his weight easily, as if no four months have passed. Nothing in between, everything a straight line. No shadows, no unanswered questions, no need for hints the size of anvils Dean chooses to ignore. “At least we did salt that car-molesting bastard.”

“Yeah, we did good, Dean.”

“No, I did good.” Dean says. His free right hand fumbles in his pocket for the motel key. “You? You shot me in the ass.”

“You’ve already said that.”

“This is how deep my disbelief runs, Sam. This is how deep.”

The key is retrieved, the door is unlocked, and in this casual gesture a folded piece of paper finds freedom from Dean’s pocket and flutters to the ground. Neither Sam nor Dean notice it, caught in the brotherly bickering; it can be heard till Sam closes the door with a firm backward kick.

Perched in the shadows, angels are watching.

They are always watching. )
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>> What was silent

TITLE: What was silent
AUTHOR:[ 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. [ 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 [ profile] chemm80 and the amazing [ profile] erinrua. Much love to [ 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 )
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>> Kaleidoscope

TITLE: Kaleidoscope
AUTHOR: [ profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: A lot possibly. Throughout all seasons, but not overt. Overt for season 4, up to 4.05.
GENRE: Gen (small het parts don’t count. Nope.)
CHARACTERS: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Jess, Castiel
SUMMARY: Kaleidoscopes and the Winchester life.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: for shiny[ profile] irnan. She wanted John/Mary, and it starts out like that. Honestly.
BETA: by very lovely [ profile] pdragon76


On their first-year wedding anniversary, Mary bought John a kaleidoscope. He quirked his eyebrows as he looked at her, and asked if that was a new sex toy because as far as the shape was concerned, she’d been had. John was much, much better. Not to mention bigger.

Mary laughed, small streaks of blood rushing to her cheeks, and told him it was a kaleidoscope, you over-confident smartypants, and John asked her if that was anything as exotic as Kama Sutra.
Shift )
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>> In this theatre

TITLE: In this theatre
AUTHOR:[ profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: 4.02-4.03
CHARACTERS: Castiel mostly
SUMMARY: What do you think angels do in their free time?
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: Would I own him if I started praying? What? No? Damn.
NOTE:[ profile] e313 wanted a sort of interpretation of the scenes between Castiel and Dean. I don’t think I ended up on the same road as her, but it’s a road and all roads lead somewhere. So there.
BETA: by lovely [ profile] catdancerz

At first it feels strange. The whole humanity thing. The feeling of mortal flesh wrapped around celestial essence, and it’s odd how the flesh defines it somehow. Defines him. He tries to be gentle with the soul of his host, lulls it into some sort of divine ecstasy. Some sort of sleep, even though Castiel isn’t entirely sure what sleep feels like.

He learns to use the body carefully. Tries not to damage it, even when he feels like his own being needs to stretch, expand, unfold, be limitless again, the body holding him inside with tight stitches.

He lost six brothers this week.

He doesn’t want to have to use another vessel, even when invited. He understands how this one does not belong to him. A mere detail in the grander scheme, Castiel knows; a mere detail in the bigger picture, and it’s always about the bigger picture. But his thoughts often wander to the woman he blinded.

When he isn’t at war, he roams cities. He roams towns. Crosses forests and fields and water. Perches on windowsills and edges, bridges and roofs. Tries to look inside.
Castiel )
ultraviolet9a: (hot dean)
It won't be a list really. It will be a good and bad thing. Uhm. There will be lots of buts inserted. (I agree that butts would be more interesting but the only variety right now is the one-T kind. Ahem.)

I got this whole Castiel thing going on. Haven't felt this... focused since John. If that makes any sense. And I'm writing this fic about Castiel. BUT. I don't have a clear head and can't write it tonight. And also, second BUT, I'm staying clear of any Castiel related fics (and generally staying away from fics. I need writing focus) so as not to be influenced, which means I have to postpone reading [ profile] smilla02 and [ profile] dotfic , and i'm SO. ITCHING.TOREAD.THEM. ARGH.

SWEET CHARITY THING! \o/ It's all so very exciting!!! BUT. I'm pretty sure I won't win anyone. Ah well. And I wish there were those graphics you put in your journal to say you're a ho tart whatever. (Just a small moment of weakness, that's all.)

My car, my car. New problems. I don't know what the hell is up now. It's only 3 years old and has done 70.000 km. Driving is mostly in not straight roads, rather lots of ribbonlike up and down winding, but maaaaan. Duuuude. *whine* I'm taking it to the carmechanic guys tomorrow. BUT. I get to see them. They always cheer me up (except when i have to pay. Dude. Duuuude. *more whine*)

Dude. Dude. I got both my ringfingers bandaged. One for unidentified bleeding and the other by a papercut the size of Kansas. So ok, it's just a papercut, but now i'm touchtyping really, really slowly, or else you'd be reading somethiowng liawket thiss. *sigh*

And work's been really, really tiring. BUT. Most of my kids are FTW. YES.

That's pretty much it. *looks at ceiling hoping Castiel will fall down somewhere*


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