electricalgwen

spnspringfling reveals are up! Reposting the story I wrote for the prompt "hope springs eternal," which turned out to be for inalasahl. Sam/Dean, rated R, 1376 words, usual disclaimers apply.

Notes: Set during Mystery Spot, so a warning for multiple character deaths, but ALSO warning for suicide (though that also doesn't last.) Angst, but not without a touch of hope. (I think I am constitutionally incapable of writing an actual unhappy ending.)

Summary: Tuesday after Tuesday, Dean keeps dying, and Sam keeps doing something stupid. The odds are against him, but Sam can't stop himself from hoping.

( Some things you can reset. Some things you can't. )

When the claiming excitement was whirling around for j2_everafter, I got caught up in the energy (and, let's face it, glee and mild wackiness surrounding a Disney fest) and thought, "OMG, how much would I love to see Princess!Jensen and Assistant Pigkeeper!Jared? A LOT." And I signed up for The Black Cauldron.

This is loosely inspired by that movie. A little more so by the books. But when I went back to the source (which for me was actually the books, plus Wikipedia) I realized that a) I was simply not up to writing the level of crack that would be required to set it in Prydain, b) Eilonwy annoyed me a heck of a lot more than I remembered, and also, c) the original holds some special memories for me (and my husband) and I ran the risk of messing that up if I wrote a parody.

So! The setting is different, the style is different. But those who know the source characters may recognize the shapes of the companions, of Achren and Arawn, and of course the oracular HenWen. The Assistant Pigkeeper is still on a journey of self-discovery, and the Cauldron's version of immortality is still a curse fervently sought. And this is probably the crackiest thing I've written (at least in this fandom.)

Warnings for: moderate amounts of crack, mild schmoop, improbable science, rapid-fire exposition, rolling happily around in mad scientist clichés, language not ordinarily heard in a Disney movie, and making Genevieve (Cortese) Padalecki a villain again. I bear her no ill will whatsoever, but one needs villains, and Ruby and Lucifer fit the bill!

Many thanks to dancetomato for beta-reading this, especially when it expanded from its original draft of ~2K to be over 10K words. She is a pretty, pretty princess. ♥ Also, very many thanks to the mods of j2_everafter who kindly set aside today as a free-for-all, catch-up posting day for those of us who missed our assigned date. That is a beautifully generous gesture, which made me feel a whole lot better when I was ill on/around my original posting date. ♥

( 'Morgan's gonna kill you when he finds out.' )

Happy birthday, dancetomato! I hope you are having a truly fantabulous day! However, I feel there is probably no day that cannot be improved by some Sam/Dean sex pollen from Bobby's POV with bonus!Castiel.

~2650 words, rated R for language and concepts. Many thanks to madame_meretrix for a rapid-fire beta job.

( Incestuous fornication seems the lesser evil. )

Written for tanpopo03 in the spn_j2_xmas exchange, incorporating the suggestions of "some kind of crossover with His Dark Materials (aka boys with dæmons)", future!fic, pining, mild schmoop, and casefiles. ~5800 words, rated PG-13 for violence and language, no other particular warnings.

Set AU post-s5, no spoilers for season 6. Contains mild spoilers for the last book of His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman, i.e. information we don't learn until then but nothing that gives away the overall plot arc. I have borrowed only the daemon concept from HDM; no characters from the trilogy appear in this story. The HDM parts are generally book-compliant; I borrowed one visual detail from the movie because it's pretty. *g*

Brief primer: people in this universe have companion animals, called daemons, which are essentially a physical manifestation of their soul/self. More details, including potential book spoilers, here.

Huge thanks to madame_meretrix for listening to me hash out various iterations of this on MSN and for beta-reading on December 24th. Among other things, she commented that this feels like a small glance at a larger story; alas, I feel she's probably right. Thanks also to deirdre_c for convincing me that Tsafira is a fox (I can't think why I'd ever decided against it, but I had) and to affabletoaster for general supportiveness and squee.

( Dean wonders if he's imagining it. )

Written for spn_reversebang, to the inspiring video below by zenamydog. I owe her many thanks for giving me free rein to write, and making helpful suggestions along the way. I really owe madame_meretrix and dancetomato, who did a heroic and high quality last-minute job of beta-reading. Thanks are due also to affabletoaster, for cheerleading and help with Assyrian. ~12,500 words of season 6 casefic - goes AU after 5.22 so no spoilers for s6.



( The last time Dean saw his brother - both his brothers, but let's face it, Dean only gives a damn about one of them - Sam beat the shit out of him, so Dean kind of figures it's his turn. )

I can't write a coda to that, at least not now - I refer you to the incredible Fleshflutter and the legendary Chash, or this wonderful 'Year of the Living Dead'.

But anyone who's seen the ending may understand the impulse that prompted me to go find this haiku I wrote some months ago at spnroundtable, which I'd been meaning to put up here anyway. If not, well. Enjoy anyway.


Hunting’s in their blood.
Even had Azazel not
added his blood too,

they’d have ended up
on these roads, these ghost-ridden
creature-tortured paths.

Someone has to be
the guardian, standing tall
against the shadows.

They are the blades, the
guns, the cleansing flames. They are
weapons incarnate

from earliest days,
both of them, primed and pointed,
aimed into the dark.



P.S. and/or WARNING: I do not expect/intend that comments will be kept spoiler-free.

For Erin ♥, who wanted Sam/Jess and instead gets mostly Sam with a hint of Jess. I tried, but to be honest, I find Jess intimidating. Also, I couldn't squish it into a drabble, though many thanks to affabletoaster for making it less wordy (believe it or not). 743 words, rated PG-13.

( yours )

This is only a week or so late, which given my recent track record is an outstanding accomplishment.

So, after SPN 5.05, Erin said: Sam in scrubs? SO GORGEOUS. How about boys as undercover doctors who have to make out in their scrubs so people don't find out they're not real doctors? IT COULD HAPPEN. And I thought, yes. Yes, it could. And I set out to write her a quick 300 word snippet of that, and then there was scene-setting and kidneys and I don’t even know. Here, Erin, have ~2400 words of hospital blither. ♥ Thanks to affabletoaster for a super-quick beta.

( Dean wishes Sam would quit arguing already. )

So. I have a new obsession. (No, it’s not Kung Fu Panda, though bonus points if you recognized the quote.)

( I held out on Supernatural for a long time... )

Tonight, as soon as the Denizen gets home from work, we’re going to break out the knitting and watch All Hell Breaks Loose.

*anticipates*