ultraviolet9a: (carla twin)
Hi, people. This had been a totally different intro post and then lj upgrades happened. Anyhow.

Things you need to might want to know:

I tend to friend back, but if your journal is in a language I don’t understand, I probably won’t. (That makes sense, doesn’t it? In my head it does.) If for some reason you want to defriend me, that’s okay. Was nice knowing you. *waves* I won’t take it personally.

Shows I'm flailing over )

On to the fic, shall we? )
ultraviolet9a: (angry)
>> The Visitor

TITLE: The Visitor.
AUTHOR:[livejournal.com profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Not really. Up to 4.03 and generic stuff for later.
GENRE: Gen
CHARACTERS: John Winchester centric thing, with reference to other characters throughout the seasons (and pre-season).
SUMMARY: Uhm. It will all make sense in the end. Or so I hope.
RATING: PG13 for potty-mouth.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTE: for [livejournal.com profile] animotus, muse-magnet extraordinaire.
BETA: by shiny [livejournal.com profile] may7fic



The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
-Tennessee Williams





On the night of his twentieth birthday, John Winchester is still in Vietnam. He shares piss-smelling shots with Jim and cracks dirty jokes with Deacon. They smoke cigarettes, drag after drag, snuffs moving like fireflies in the dark. John looks at his companions, then the night sky, wondering what the future holds.

Turns out the future holds a lot. It holds getting back home in one piece, carrying medals and the burning desire to make something of his life. A black Impala he’ll love once he drives her. A blonde girl named Mary he’ll fall for so deep he’ll never see daylight again. It holds a wedding and two births. A fire and everything avalanching after that.

But that comes after. What the future holds right after the night John turns twenty star-gazing are bullets; the world fading into blood as Deacon carries him back to the chopper, telling him not to fucking dare die on him, don’t you fucking dare, John or I’ll kill you myself. It holds the shrapnel scar that will run alongside his face for the rest of his life; Jim Murphy sitting beside comatose him, thanking him for saving his life, but why’d you have to take those bullets for me, you idiot? folded hands, praying to God and for the first time believing the words.

John can see all that. Sees his wounded body, closed eyes, nurses. Jim praying and Deacon waiting, waiting for him to wake up. Can hear himself speaking but neither Jim nor Deacon hear his confused frustration and the fear that starts building up, as he stands next to his own broken body.

He can see his hand go through it as if he’s made of smoke and realizes that this is not a dream. Not exactly.

That’s when he first sees the stranger.

.:::.
Visitor )

Fry

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

TITLE: Fry
AUTHOR:[livejournal.com profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: none.
GENRE: Gen. (could be debated)
CHARACTERS: Dean, Castiel
SUMMARY: uh…
RATING: PG-13
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 [livejournal.com 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.

“Just.put.it.in.your.mouth, 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:[livejournal.com 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[livejournal.com 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 )
ultraviolet9a: (impala)
>> They are not all saints

TITLE: They are not all saints
AUTHOR: [livejournal.com 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.”
RATING: PG13.
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 [livejournal.com 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:[livejournal.com profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: For all season 4 up to 4.08.
GENRE: Gen.
CHARACTERS: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Uriel. Seems to be my fav combo lately.
SUMMARY: There’s no such thing as ‘just a thing’.
RATING: PG-13.
FEEDBACK: Dude… duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: shiny [livejournal.com profile] chocca2 wanted some Winchester whump, where one of the boys gets shot in the ass. Also, covers :[livejournal.com profile] found_fic_spn challenge 47.
BETA: by very lovely [livejournal.com 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:[livejournal.com profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: stretches from pre-series up to 4.07
GENRE: Gen
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 )
ultraviolet9a: (impala)
>> Kaleidoscope

TITLE: Kaleidoscope
AUTHOR: [livejournal.com 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.
RATING: PG-13.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: for shiny[livejournal.com profile] irnan. She wanted John/Mary, and it starts out like that. Honestly.
BETA: by very lovely [livejournal.com profile] pdragon76


Shift

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:[livejournal.com profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: 4.02-4.03
GENRE: Gen
CHARACTERS: Castiel mostly
SUMMARY: What do you think angels do in their free time?
RATING: PG13.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: Would I own him if I started praying? What? No? Damn.
NOTE:[livejournal.com 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 [livejournal.com 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 )

Spur

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

TITLE: Spur
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.
RATING: PG13
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. )

Cadaver

Sep. 8th, 2008 04:16 pm
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>>Cadaver

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.
RATING: PG13
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 )
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?
RATING: PG-13.
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.
 

Salvage

Jun. 17th, 2008 04:57 pm
ultraviolet9a: (impala)
>>Salvage
 
TITLE: Salvage
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: for all things up to 3.16 in SPN and up to 4.10 in BSG
GENRE: gen, crossover SPN/BSG
CHARACTERS: Laura Roslin and BSG ensemble, Sam Winchester and other cameos.
SUMMARY: Would be very, very, very spoilerish.
RATING: PG13
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: It’d be awesome if I owned any of it, really.
BETA: by lovely [profile] aislinamara
 
 
Solid ground. Waves rippling. Clouds travelling, wind on skin. It should have been good.
 
Radioactive crackle on the counter. Ruins. Wasteland.
 
It should have been different. Not this late. Too late.
 
They don’t speak.
 
This sight feels like the cancer eating her inside out, only in reverse. She needs to sit down.
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>>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.
 
 
 
 
 

just like

Apr. 26th, 2008 09:25 pm
ultraviolet9a: (angry sam)
>> just like
 
TITLE: just like
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: up to and including 3.13.
GENRE: Gen.  
CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester and characters from 3.13 which would be a spoiler to mention, so erring on the safe side yadda yadda.
SUMMARY: Several months after 3.13. All else would be spoilers.
RATING: PG-13.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I totally own them (in my head. Currently bled dry by a djin, see.)
NOTE: happily covers the [profile] found_fic_spnchallenge 31.
NOTE2: beta by shiny [personal profile] tiffosis.
 
Ten months after Spruce leaves them, seven months after she loses her virginity to Harry and two hours after Harry and Ed try to kill her (dead say it dead not gone just dead) Maggie finds the small piece of paper in Harry’s wallet. It’s drenched in blood (so much blood. It always ends in blood, shit and fear and blood, she has learned that by now, should have learned it long ago when Corbett delivered the lesson) and her thumb runs circles over it as she holds it in her palm. She flips the wallet back open, looks at the photo of her and Ed and Harry and Spruce and Corbett - Ghostfacers Inc., blood smeared on the plastic cover, like an omen of things to come. Of things that have come. Not an omen. A testament.
 
dial )

Journeys

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.
 
 
 
 

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