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 )
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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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>>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.
 
 
 
 
 
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.
GENRE: Gen.
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.
RATING: PG-13
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
 
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)
>> Long as I can see some light (I’ll be coming home)
 
TITLE: Long as I can see some light (I’ll be coming home)
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: none. It’s pre-season.
GENRE: Gen.
CHARACTERS: John Winchester, Dean and Sam (wee to teen), minor players
SUMMARY: It isn’t always a supernatural freak they come up against. Sometimes all it takes is a fire. (Or how I view the bond between Dean and John, Dean and Sam and Sam and John, structured around the four elements. I love the boys in family mode.)
RATING: PG-13
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: I could own them I reckon. No, really. Except, I don’t. At all. And make no profit either. (But Mr. Kripke, can you at least let me hug them?)
NOTE: Plot bunny was sitting around, and then I signed up for [profile] poorboyshuffle. One of the songs I asked for and got was Long as I can see the Light by CCR. And it all came together.
 
 
Guess I've got that old trav'lin' bone,
'cause this feeling won't leave me alone.
But I won't, won't be losing my way, no, no
'Long as I can see the light.

-Creedence
Clearwater Revival-
 
 
 
Fire
 
The sirens are no longer wailing but still spill their luminous flare around them in a beat that years ago would have reminded John of a disco strobe light. Now it only makes something clench tight in his chest as he eases the Impala on the opposite pavement.
 
“Don’t leave the car, boys,” he says shutting the door of the Impala behind him.
 
He’s tired. Not from the hunt and not from the miles it took to get to Bobby’s, not from helping him out with a hunt and getting back here again, to the house rented for another three months he’ll never call home. It’s still there, chipped and frayed, looking every bit as tired as he’s feeling.
ultraviolet9a: (happy)
>> movie drabbles chick flick moments
 
NOTE: FOR [community profile] spn_het_lovechallenge nr 4: chick flick moments. Where one must write three drabbles (100 words max each) inspired by chick flick movie titles. Movies I picked are City of Angels, The Breakfast Club and When Harry Met Sally, revolving around Dean, John and Sam respectively.
 
>> Neighbour
 
TITLE: Neighbour
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: none
GENRE: not exactly het, but getting there. Sort of.
CHARACTERS: Sammy and OC.
SUMMARY: Drabble based on When Harry Met Sally.
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: Owning them would definitely improve my life, yes. Come on, boys. Why won’t you be owned by me?


Neighbour )
 
>> If only you could see me now (watching over you)
 
TITLE: If only you could see me now (watching over you)
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: none
GENRE: het. Unrequited. Crossover with Angel the series.
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam. Surprise female character cameo from Angel the series.
SUMMARY: Drabble based on City of Angels.
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: Owning them would definitely improve my life, yes. Come on, boys. Why won’t you be owned by me?
 
See me )
 
 
>> Good girls go to heaven
 
TITLE: Good girls go to heaven
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: none
GENRE: het.
CHARACTERS: John Winchester/OC
SUMMARY: Drabble based on The Breakfast Club.
RATING: PG-16
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: Owning them would definitely improve my life, yes. Come on, boys. Why won’t you be owned by me?
 
 
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Ok, if you haven't watched Born Under a Bad Sign what follows is a spoiler. Also, if you haven't watched the preview clip for 2.21 and the director's cut, this will also be a spoiler, but there is no other spoiler for 2.21 other than my own speculations which make me go like SON OF A BITCH!






Also, I got a question for you people, which requires you to have seen 2.20.

Question )


I think they broke my mind. I love/hate the Kripke crew.

Senses

Apr. 29th, 2007 10:13 pm
ultraviolet9a: (angry)
>> Senses
 
TITLE: Senses
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: none. It’s pre-series, really. (maybe mild ones for Skin)
GENRE: Het. Gen-ish at some parts too.
CHARACTERS: John/OC
RATING: NC17. Because of some paragraphs/units, esp Nr4.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned John. Or he owned me. You know. I can compromise. I’m not unreasonable. :)
SUMMARY: Skinwalker hunt. Blindfolds. Tying up. Force of wills. Hunting tutorials. John. All around the senses. That sort of thing. The order goes as Scent, Touch, Sight, Sound, Taste, and no, the themes will probably not be connected to the senses you expected.
NOTE: for [community profile] spn_het_love 's surprise challenge “Connect” where one must select one of the senses and use it as a starting point for a less than 500 words fic.The thing is, I wrote 500 word fics on each one of the senses, which can be independent but actually make up one whole story, so I’m posting it as one fic. I hope that’s alright.
NOTE2: Dear [personal profile] phantomas, this fic is for your birthday. The fic actually requested is currently uncooperative, but I hope that you find this to your liking too. Till I beat that other plot bunny into submission. Preferably with a sledgehammer. Or a chainsaw. Or something of the sort. :)
 

1. Scent
 
The sewer smells of blood and shit, as if everything revolves around this slaughterhouse/outhouse combo. John knows that smell, because this isn’t the first skinwalker he’s hunted down. Almost all of them burrow underground and he makes sure that they stay that way. Permanently.
 
John finds it easy to track them down. It’s as if the smoke and ashes in a nursery room years ago marked his sense of smell and now he can scent what shouldn’t be there, what must be taken out.
 
It takes one silver bullet to get rid of the bastard and three more to make sure it stays down.
 
Blood and shit and decaying flesh. Evil has got its own special scent, but that’s not the only whiff John gets.
 
There’s fear permeating everything, the musky texture going deeper than death.
 
Senses )
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>> Close your eyes and think of summer

TITLE: Close your eyes and think of summer
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a 
SPOILER: none really.
GENRE: Het. Partly though. There is a whole story behind it and het is just one aspect.
CHARACTERS: John/Mary, John/OC, Bobby, mentions of Sam and Dean and Pastor Jim.
RATING: PG13
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
SUMMARY: John in a graveyard. Past and present and stuff I can’t say cuz it’d screw up plot.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned the Winchesters, I wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway. (You know I’m lying to comfort myself, right?)
NOTE: for [community profile] spn_het_love 's "Beginnings" challenge. You'll have more understanding of certain details if you read Snow’s just frozen water (doesn't matter if it's before or after), but it’s not a prerequisite.


It was difficult doing this alone; gave a man too much time to think about things when all he wanted to do was forget.
 
The shovel hit the ground in a steady quick rhythm, the handle smoothed out by his own palm, the familiar weight in his hand not a burden but an extension of him.
 
He hated hours like these, too late to call them night, too early to call them day. Stars still hanging overhead, small whiffs of breeze surprising him, cooling the sweat clinging on his skin and him thinking, thinking, brain unravelling as his body moved to its own silent pace.
 
Shovel, pant, shovel, grunt, shovel, hum.
 
It was still summer, but the early rains had already started and the ground under him was like a woman in love, soft and yielding.
 
He kept on. If the boys were there, Dean would have insisted he take the shovel and dig, and he would have too, holding it the way his father did, one foot pressing the blade in the ground, the other heel keeping balance. Same kind of grunts and sighs from a son just starting puberty, muscles already swelling on a tight, solid frame.
ultraviolet9a: (angry)
>> Eurydice is waiting
 
TITLE: Eurydice is waiting
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Throughout both seasons in a mild way mostly. I think. Esp for Pilot, Home, IMToD.
GENRE: Gen.
CHARACTERS: Mary Winchester, John Winchester, (Jess, mention of Sam and Dean), the Demon.
SUMMARY: “There are no asphodels here.”(Summarising the plot would be a crucial episode spoiler. My apologies.)
RATING: PG-13
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the Winchesters, even though I promised them cookies.
NOTE: I’ve been so perplexed in writing two, no, three big arcs that I forgot my true love lies in one-shots.
 
Flectere si nequeo superos,
Acheronta movebo.*
 
- Aeneid VII, line 312, Virgil-
 
 
1. There are no asphodels here.
 
The snake had yellow eyes and its bite was fire. It stung and ripped her belly apart and laughed as her world tilted. Then wrapped her in gauzes of flame, red orange white waves of pain that scorched -Sam Dean John- and then shadows. Darkness.
 
Burns no more.
 
Sunlight is falling on an open field. White clouds move across the azure sky and the patterns aren’t fixed but unpredictable like a kaleidoscope. There are no asphodels here. Scarlet poppies mark the green grass like drops of blood and a road winds through it all like a gritty ribbon of dirt. There is no sound but the slight feeling of wind and the rustling of a cerulean river coiling alongside the road.
 
Asphodels )
ultraviolet9a: (happy)
>> Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.
 
TITLE: Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Spoilers for after In My Time of Dying
GENRE: Gen. Humour. Possibly crackfic. Depends on your POV really. But I’d go with gen. Okay?
CHARACTERS: John Winchester, Pastor Jim, and others which I can’t mention because that would be a spoiler for the episode mentioned above.
SUMMARY: Same deal here. It will be a spoiler for In My Time of Dying. Also? You won’t see the end coming. I hope.
RATING: PG-13. Easy on the rating. Just has the occasional cuss, and a bit of sacrilege. Actually, a lot of it.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: Deep in my mind I’m surely convinced that if I write long enough about him, John Winchester will become real and in my ownership. Till that happens, he ain’t mine. None of them are, and do you see me being any richer? Do you? I didn’t think so either. No profit made.
NOTE: Has a bit of…eh… sacrilegious humour. I don’t mean to offend anyone by it, and frankly, I think it’s funny. (My beta, who is a priest’s daughter, thought so too. So. I think I’m safe.)
 
Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes
-          Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)-
 
 
John Winchester opens his eyes. And though he takes notice of the big puffy whiteness around him, and the golden glint in the distance, and the distant music from invisible choirs and has a growing suspicion of where he is, as he starts walking, nay, hovering like those vampire chicks his sons so much loved in the Hammer movies, when that suspicion grows into certainty as he looks at the gates, all he can really think of is Oh hell.
 
Which is ironic really, his brain helpfully supplies.
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>> The weight of dark
 
TITLE: The weight of dark.
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: From IMTD to Born under a bad sign and Tall Tales and onwards really. Mild spoiler for Home too.
GENRE: Gen I reckon.
CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, mentions of Mary and Jess.
SUMMARY: I…can’t tell you. Works better if you figure it out for yourself. Fumbling in the dark sort of thing. Works better for the end, which hopefully, you won’t see coming.
RATING: PG-13. 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.
 
 
Sam pulls the shabby curtains gingerly to the side. He wants to see daybreak. He doesn’t want Dean to wake up, so the light mustn’t stream in the room. Rather the other way round, Sam is the one that has to go to it. He lets the curtain fall, satisfied in the feeling of receding dark. Then he drapes his jacket around his shoulders and goes outside.
 
Dad doesn’t show up again.
 
Day breaks.
 
****
 
He doesn’t know how to feel about the dark. He knows how to move in it, drape it around his shoulders like a jacket, till he’s one with the shadows. He knows how to work in it, in honky-tonk bars with cheap beer and hustling games. He used to know how to treasure it in the small hours with Jess pressed against him. He knows, and is still learning, to stir in it, fathom it mile by mile next to his brother. All miles the same. All miles different. And the dark still dark.
 
He doesn’t know how to carry it.
 
There’s a burn mark on the soft inside of his right arm that says otherwise. Sam doesn’t want to listen.
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>> The hitchhikers (and the De Soir Code) (Part 2/2)
 
TITLE: The hitchhikers (and the De Soir Code)
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Spoilers for after In My Time of Dying
GENRE: Crackfic.
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and a heap of other persons I can’t tell you about.
SUMMARY: Sam, Dean, John, a heap of other persons and the Mystery behind Lana of Smallville. (And the mashed-potato-well demon. And mysterious voices.And sarcasm like whoa. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyway.)
RATING: PG-13. Easy on the rating.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the
Winchester boys nor the various other verse visitors (which include Smallville and Ats generally speaking). I’m willing to compromise with doppelgangers though.
NOTE: This is my favourite piece of work by far, and the one I’m most proud of because no hint is left unresolved or misplaced. My credo too, in a sense. Everything I believe about the Winchesters, fanfic (and Lana) is in here. (I blame Pratchett a lot. And Spike.)

[Part One Here]: It all makes sense in the end

On to Part Two:

The empty church ruins were exactly as they should be. They had a roof, enough to keep the rain out, but some walls were missing so that the Goth effect wouldn’t be spoilt. The sunny day had evolved to a rainy, thunder filled night, but the hard wind didn’t blow out the candles they had lit, merely made the flames tremble, which in turn made the shadows fall around more…Goth. Right. Of course.
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>> The hitchhikers (and the De Soir Code) (Part 1/2)
 
TITLE: The hitchhikers (and the De Soir Code)
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Spoilers for after In My Time of Dying
GENRE: Crackfic.
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and a heap of other persons I can’t tell you about.
SUMMARY: Sam, Dean, John, a heap of other persons and the Mystery behind Lana of Smallville. (And the mashed-potato-well demon. And mysterious voices.And sarcasm like whoa. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyway.)
RATING: PG-13. Easy on the rating.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the
Winchester boys nor the various other verse visitors (which include Smallville and Ats generally speaking). I’m willing to compromise with doppelgangers though.
NOTE: This is my favourite piece of work by far, and the one I’m most proud of because no hint is left unresolved or misplaced. My credo too, in a sense. Everything I believe about the Winchesters, fanfic (and Lana) is in here. (I blame Pratchett a lot. And Spike.)
 
 
It all makes sense in the end, so the saying goes.
 
–
 
The Winchesters had trailed down the vampire nest for quite some time. There had been people found drained and ripped apart all around the county. There were young women missing.
So they investigated.
 
It had been hard not having coordinates sent. It had been hard having that link cut off, the reassuring weight of John gone.
It had been hard and they still walked that frail line of those who are still tasting death deep in their throat. But the hunt went on.
 
It always did.
 
The nest was an old barn. It consisted of four new vampires [the missing girls, all pretty and young] and three old ones. Males. About to built their own personal harem. They’d taken out the young ones, they were fairly easy and beyond saving and Dean had managed in a swift highlander move to take off the head of one of the elder.
 
The other two had survived. They were strong. They were cunning. Sam had already had his right arm hurt at shoulder height and both suffered blade wounds.
 
Dean grinned.
 
“Just two, Sammy, piece of cake.”
 
The vampires grinned.
 
“Just two?” the one said and suddenly more vampires streamed out of the shadows.
 
“So, big piece of cake,” Dean said, tilting his head lightly and both prepared for a way out.

Hector

Feb. 13th, 2007 07:22 pm
ultraviolet9a: (angry)
>> Hector
 
TITLE: Hector
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: IMTD and onwards, mildly though.
GENRE: Gen.
CHARACTERS: John Winchester (duh)
SUMMARY: “You never asked for a war.”
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: Be mine be mine be mine. Nope, still not working. Disclaimer.
NOTE: I blame my heritage, my studies, my mother, [personal profile] theladyscribeand [personal profile] wolfpup (for the Heaven Forbid clip. Go watch it. Seriously.) .
 
You never asked for a war. All you wanted was to have your family, a wife, children, a house to call home. A life not too big not too little, just the kind of life that would make you get lost in the crowd and live happily ever after, unperturbed, just small stirs gently rocking the boat. Cuz you got your sons, you see. It’s not just about you anymore.
 
You never asked for it, not after all those battles, your whole life a soldier, duty, honour, death, life, not when you carved yourself a nice little slice of heaven in the arms of a woman you call wife. You still do. Death doesn’t make any fucking difference to how you feel about her, but it does make a difference about how you feel about God.
 
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>> My days are consumed like smoke
 
TITLE: My days are consumed like smoke
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Mild spoilers for Bloody Mary. Other than that, mostly pre-series.
GENRE: Gen.
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, OC (functions as catalyst, yadda yadda) and also a ghost.
SUMMARY: Smoke and blood and cigarettes and a thing killing women.
RATING: PG-15. Just has the occasional cuss, and a bit of violence. (And some sex references).
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: They aren’t mine. No profit made. I don’t know which bugs me more.
 
My days are consumed like smoke
-Book of Psalms-
 
 
She thinks she’s your first kiss, maybe that’s why she offers it so freely, to reclaim part of the innocence she’s lost long ago.
 
She’s not your first kiss and you already know at your fourteen that she won’t be your last, but she is your first cigarette as she inhales from the stub she’s holding and then her mouth hovers close to yours and the smoke comes out and her mouth is on yours and she exhales and you take smoke in and sweet youth (older than you but youth) and you expect nothing more but she becomes your first lay.

Clay

Jan. 26th, 2007 11:25 pm
ultraviolet9a: (angry)
>> Clay
 
TITLE: Clay
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Spoilers for In My Time of Dying and onwards.
GENRE: Gen.
CHARACTERS: John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester (mentions of Wee!chesters too.)
SUMMARY: “There are two secrets John hands down.” And lots of clay. Obviously.
RATING: Easy on the rating. Just has the occasional cuss. PG-13.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I.want.to.own.John.Winchester. I’ll gladly settle for any of his sons if he’s unavailable. And then I wake up. Every time. (i.e. I own none of it. Except the plot bunnies.)
NOTE: *shrug* It’s all JD Morgan’s and Kripke’s fault. Really.
 
Behold as the clay is in the potter’s hand,
so are ye in mine hand
(Jer. 18, 6)
 
 
There are two secrets John hands down right before he dies. One, he whispers in Dean’s ear. The other he writes down in a careful letter and tucks it in Sam’s bag, satisfied that he’ll definitely see it and not lose it.
 
Then he leaves the gun as agreed, goes back to his room and falls on the floor as the world loses colour and substance.
 
John dies.
 
ultraviolet9a: (angry)
>> listen, beloved.
 
TITLE: listen, beloved.
AUTHOR: [personal profile] ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Pre-series mostly. No spoilers. Except a couple of references to end of season 1 and Home.
GENRE: Gen.
CHARACTERS: Mary Winchester, John Winchester, the Demon.
SUMMARY: My take on what the Demon has to do with Sam and the rest of the family. Among others. Am kind of hoping the end is…unexpected.
RATING: I’d go with PG-16 or something. Has some disturbing things in it, which I can’t name cuz hey, not spoiling the plot here.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of it, and I’m not making any profit. So. Don’t sue. Please?
NOTE: The title is taken from a poem by e.e.cummings, that was basically what sparked the whole thing to begin with. Do read it, even if you don’t stop by for the fic. If you do, even better: http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/e-e-cummings/listen-iii/
[e.e.cummings is one of my personal gods along with Dylan Thomas and T.S. Eliot and a bunch of other people on whose altar I humbly worship.]
 
****
 
Mary is a little girl when the Demon first spots her. He wasn’t out on a hunt for her; every twenty years (sometimes more, sometimes less) he wakes up from his flame-wrapped slumber and walks the earth, either in the shape of a man-like creature with dirty yellow eyes, or like a leech, possessing a more suitable shape, but it’s not one of those times. He has plans, oh he has, like all big league players, plans he cultivates over centuries, and tries over and over again, and can’t understand how mankind has it still in itself to thwart them six out of ten. They’re demons and humans are supposed to be weak and evil in their hearts. He knows it, because he can see through them. Be through them.
 
It’s not those he wants.

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