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: (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 )


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