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 )
ultraviolet9a: (impala)
>> They are not all saints

TITLE: They are not all saints
AUTHOR: [ profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Vaguely for all season 4 and for The Graveyard Book.
GENRE: Gen. Supernatural/The Graveyard Book.
CHARACTERS: Sam, Dean, Silas
SUMMARY: “If you drop that match, I will have to harm you.”
FEEDBACK: Dude… duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: Dear Mr Gaiman. Please please please don’t sue me. I meant no offence, it’s just that Silas haunted me. Dear Mr Kripke… well, you know how that one goes now, don’t you?
BETA: by lovely [ profile] kattahj

Lisa, vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins and Eskimos.
-Homer Simpson

Like another story, years ago, this too starts in a cemetery. It’s not an ornate or overtly large one, just a cemetery this side of a small no-name town with an increasing rate in mysterious deaths the last weeks.

There is nothing unusual in the night breeze and the rustling leaves of the trees, nothing unusual about the silhouette of the town in the darkness. What’s unusual is that this tiny cemetery seems to have forgotten that graves are supposed to be covered up and the mausoleums locked, and it is strewn with salt and doused with gasoline from one end to the other. It makes one wonder who would have so much time and stamina, gasoline and salt to do all this, but the answer is probably easy: this is a hunter’s job. A Winchester one, to be more specific.

“If you drop that match, I will have to harm you.”

It isn’t a threat. It’s a statement, an undisputable fact like the Earth is round or This is the middle of nowhere (sort of) in the middle of the night and this guy has appeared out of the dark shadows around us and most importantly, we didn’t hear him.
The stranger )
ultraviolet9a: (castiel AWESOMENESS)
>> 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 )
ultraviolet9a: (impala)
>> 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 )


Sep. 10th, 2008 01:49 pm
ultraviolet9a: (con)

AUTHOR: [ 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 [ profile] spn_summergen exchange, lovely [ 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 [ 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
ultraviolet9a: (Default)

TITLE: Cadaver
AUTHOR: [ 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, [ 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 )
ultraviolet9a: (impala)
>> 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: (Default)
>>Good Intentions
TITLE: Good Intentions
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: for all things Supernatural up to 3.14
GENRE: gen
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester
SUMMARY: You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyway. It’ll make more sense in the end.
RATING: pg13
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I own just the words and the intentions really. Rather, I suspect the Winchesters own me.
NOTE: covers [profile] found_fic_spnchallenge 32. And is mainly a birthday fic for [personal profile] phantomas, who wanted something with John Winchester in it. I hope you like it, love.
NOTE2: beta by cookie-sweet [personal profile] tiffosis.
Be happy while you’re living
for you’re a long time dead.
Scottish Proverb.
“It’s paved with them, you know,” John says looking at the ground, backside resting against the cooling metal covering the engine. Dean nods at Sam’s incredulous face.
“It is, Sam. I’ve been there.”
He’s right next to his father, leaning against the Impala, both like statues cut out of the same marble, from the rolled up sleeves down to the slight tilt of the head and the spark in the eyes.
The Impala is glinting in the sun, as bright as the grin Dean throws his father.
Sam’s frown is still dubious.
“You mean, like… paved?” He waves the subject away and the frown is smooth skin again. “You’re just screwing with me guys.”
He’s standing across them, legs wide apart like a big sturdy tree; he rocks on the balls of his feet as if in sync to the wind, some strange choreography that has him moving in tandem with the lush big trees around them, but every once in a while his hand moves to touch either John or Dean, as if flesh touching flesh is proof of life.
It’s warm. It’s peaceful. If they stick out their tongues they could catch the scent of summer in their mouths.


Apr. 17th, 2008 09:09 pm
ultraviolet9a: (capslock bitch)
>> Journeys
TITLE: Journeys
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: generic spoilers for all three shows, but nothing much IMHO. Except for SPN where there are mild spoilers all around up to 3.12.
GENRE: Gen. Crossover between SPN/Doctor Who/Criminal Minds. (Yes. I know. Don’t judge.)
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam, the Doctor, Spencer Reid
SUMMARY: Conditioners. Frizz. Screwdrivers. Journeys. It’s not crack, though.
RATING: pg13
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them. Bugrit.
NOTE: The story started here, and I was offered cookies and a spleen in return. You know me, I can never turn a good spleen ‘n cookie down. And then I thought, oooooh the prompt the dragonz suggested for her birthday works excellent here too. (What? I’m multitasking.)
NOTE2: beta by very shiny [personal profile] buffyaddict13. Her contribution in the Reid talk was amazing.
It is good to have an end to journey toward;
 but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
Ursula K. LeGuin.
It’s strange holing up in the TARDIS, though ‘holing up’ is the wrong word to begin with, cuz, dude, the place is huge. It should have come as no surprise, not with what he’s seen, not with what he’s been through, but here he is, here both of them are, in a freaking spaceship (“Time-machine cum spaceship,” Reid said the first day and Dean wanted to throttle him), and Dean’s not even feeling the need to hum Metallica anymore. Well. At least not loud enough for Sam to hear, though the Doctor rolls his eyes or whistles along as if he knows.
Once he even patted Dean on the shoulder telling him to relax, they weren’t actually flying. They were fazing in and out as they moved through dimensions, time, whatever, and Dean had stopped humming anything. There was no spit left for that, his mouth had run that kind of dry.
And the Doctor was chuckling, and then Sam was too. Superhearing bastards.
ultraviolet9a: (hot dean)
>> when you are done
TITLE: when you are done
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: 3.10. (Guess fic takes place after 3.10 but before 3.11. In that time-span.)
GENRE: gen
CHARACTERS: Dean thing. With Sam.
SUMMARY: First time it happens, he’s driving.
RATING: PG-13. I like cussing.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own. Bloody hell.
NOTE: for [profile] iamstealthyone’s birthday. Request was Dean. h/c. Banter. Dean in a towel. Either of those, so I thought, what the hell. Let’s do them all.
NOTE2: beta by very lovely [personal profile] erinrua
First time it happens, he’s driving. It’s a casual day with a nice, cool breeze through the window, and they’re heading to Miami cuz Bobby said that’s where he had a lead on the Colt (and the goddamned bitch). When he looks in the rear view mirror he doesn’t catch the endless road reversed. Or not just. The other Dean’s sitting in the back seat, black eyes and a dimple and a flick of his fingers, just like in his dream. The Dean in the driver’s seat swerves and would have hit a tree if Sam hadn’t gripped the steering wheel.
He pulls over and gets out, ignoring Sam’s hands white against the panel, ignoring Sam slamming the door, more worried than pissed.
“Dean, what just happened?” Sam asks. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost!”
“Dude, if it was a ghost I’d have rocksalted its ass”, Dean says. “I’m fine. Must be something I ate.”
Sam scoffs and starts with Dean and talk and what the hell and I’m in this, too and if you’re tired let me drive.
“I’m okay, Sam.”
Dean gets back in the driver’s seat, moves the mirror to him. It’s just him. Same old Dean, and yeah, he’d love that; getting old and all that shit. Getting the chance to get old, really. He’ll take anything.

not yet

Feb. 24th, 2008 01:01 pm
ultraviolet9a: (hot dean)
>> not yet
TITLE: not yet
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: for 3.12. Like, a lot.
GENRE: gen
CHARACTERS: The Winchesters and characters from 3.12
SUMMARY: Set right after 3.12. Can’t say anything without giving spoilers.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them. Sucks. (The twists, however, are mine.)
NOTE: for [profile] daydream03. She wanted a Dean piece. Well. It is. I think. Sort of. I hope.
NOTE1: beta by shiny [profile] pdragon76.
I aten’t dead yet.
-Esme Weatherwax
(the Discworld Series, Terry Pratchett.)
Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.
Democritus said that. That line somehow stuck in my brain. Ironic, I know.
Anyway, it’s bad. Very bad. And neither of the Winchesters have come unscathed out of it. I don’t think they ever do. I’ve been enlightened this way. The end of the clearing always holds the best view.
The next few days are bad. Rain falls down in the same steady cadence and Sam Winchester is silent, and this Sam is different from the one Dean knows, and the rain claims up all the silence and makes it song. Oh, I guess he had seen the small signs coming way back, but this Sam acts as if he’s aged ten years in silence and solitude over the span of a day. Or so Dean Winchester says. Sam seems to eye everything with surgical precision and the mentality of a gunslinger.
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 )


Jan. 28th, 2008 07:05 pm
ultraviolet9a: (hot dean)
>> Scorch
TITLE: Scorch
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: for seasons 1 and 2.
GENRE: Gen I reckon.
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby
SUMMARY: It all starts with a fever.
RATING: PG13. The occasional cuss but nothing beyond that.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them. I just love them. And wish I could do both.
NOTE: for [profile] winchesters132. I chose the moods hyper (surprise, surprise) and sick. This one is for sick.
NOTE2: beta by lovely [profile] girlfan1979
A couple of days after Sam has been Meg’s meatsuit and even more weeks after their father’s death, Sam falls sick with fever. It’s nothing much. He’s got a headache and feels a bit woozy and when he touches his forehead something feels off, so he turns to his brother and says:
“Dean, I’m hot.”
“Oh you wish,” Dean replies, but darts his eyes from the road back to Sam.
scorch )
ultraviolet9a: (hot dean)
 >> and let the dark come upon you
TITLE: and let the dark come upon you
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: for everything
GENRE: gen
CHARACTERS: Dean-centric.
SUMMARY: Dean is waiting.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the sandbox, nor the sand. The shovel, however, is mine.
NOTE: for [profile] winchesters132. I chose the moods hyper (surprise, surprise) and sick. This one is for hyper.
NOTE2: beta by lovely [profile] girlfan1979
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
“East Coker” (from Four Quartets)
Dean thought he’d take the waiting calm.
“Sammy. Don’t be here.”
“Sammy. No. Don’t be here. I don’t want you here.”
ultraviolet9a: (bobby)
>>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: (angry sam)
>> For no man (the Scheherazade tale)
TITLE: For no man (the Scheherazade tale)
SPOILER: for the end of season 2. And for 3.03.
CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Crossroad Demon
SUMMARY: Time and tide wait for no man. But one.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any one. Really. Except that… twist.
NOTE: My mind’s weird that way. Okay?
NOTE2: betaed by the very shimmery [personal profile] hiyacynth.
NOTE3: This is for [profile] queencria. It’s not the birthday fic you had asked for ages ago, hon, but consider it as a stand-in till I can actually manage the actual fic. *facepalm*
“I need more time,” Sam tells her. She’s got stunning blonde hair that reminds him of Jess. He tells himself it isn’t so.
“I need more time for Dean,” he says again.
“What have you got to offer?” she replies.


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