cjmarlowe | Entries tagged with supernatural gen

New fic! Written for

unreckless for the latest

apocalyptothon. Many thanks to

rhythmsextion for reading it through for me.

Request: The apocalypse has nothing to do with angels, demons, or Winchesters. They just get to enjoy it.

I'll never forget the way you look tonight
Supernatural. 1500 words. PG-13. Gen. General spoilers to the end of season four.

( "Sorry I was wrong about the aliens," said Bobby, cracking open another beer. )

Title: Metaphysical
Fandom: Supernatural AU, written for

spn_j2_bigbang
Length: ~78,500 words
Rating: R-rated gen

Short Summary: In an alternate version of 1905 America, Sam and Dean hunt their way across a landscape of spirits and airships, demons and automata, in pursuit of their father and the demon who destroyed their family. (A steampunk reimagining of Supernatural season one.)

Long Summary: Three years after he turned in his horse and scattergun for frock coats and textbooks, Sam Winchester is tracked down to upstart Stanford University by his estranged brother Dean, who arrives with the news that their father has gone missing. His disappearance turns out to be only the first of a series of events that takes them all the way across an alternate America circa 1905, from the death of Sam's girlfriend to a haunting in Nebraska, from demonic omens to spiritualists to hijacked airships, and inevitably a long-delayed trip home.

John Winchester isn't anxious to be found, but his sons are convinced that the family is stronger together than apart and don't let anything stand in the way of their pursuit. Especially once they realize that pursuing their father means staying on the trail of the demon who killed their mother. A demon who isn't finished with the Winchesters just yet.

( cover art )

( sountrack and acknowledgements )

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( Twenty-Two Years Ago )

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( Present Day )

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( That's Where Ghosts Come From )

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( Feisty Thing, Aren't You? )

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( When December Rolls Around )

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( Bout Time You Got Here )

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( This Poor Boy Has Such A Sad Tale To Tell )

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( New York, New York )

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( Like He Had The Devil Himself On His Heels )

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Usually when I write something this short I just post it as a comment ficlet somewhere but... well. Anyway.

The Arithmetic of Damnation
Dean isn't turning thirty.
Supernatural. 550 words. R-rated gen. Dean. General spoilers for season four.

( The pie is sitting next to Sam's laptop )

Current Location: urbana coffee

So I would be annoyed that my bank card suddenly stopped working at some point on Saturday evening, except by Sunday afternoon I got a call from my bank's fraud department and they'd prevented a few hundred dollars worth of fraudulent transactions on my card so I was pretty content to have to hie me down to the bank today when I got up to get it replaced. And unlike The Roomate at least I didn't have to do the Home Branch Dance to get it replaced. Because that? Is a couple provinces over still. So things could've been a whole lot worse.

New fic today!

This Foreign City
Supernatural. 5,100 words. PG-13. Ellen, Jo. Post All Hell Breaks Loose gen.

( After the Roadhouse burned, Ellen started hunting. )

TAKE TWO! And I promise the links all actually work this time. XD

So I've finally finished a new story that should be posted in the next day or two (barring a need for substantial revision), but in the meantime I realised that I've hit fifty comment ficlets written for

fahrbot which clearly warrants another roundup post. (First seventeen can be found here; second eighteen can be found here.)

( fifteen Supernatural ficlets )

So in my utter glee and frenzy to reinstall everything I forgot to mention: I have my computer back. Just shy of a month after the hard drive was first damaged. And I cannot even express how miserable that month has been, but happily it is all behind me now. And in celebration - or possibly just really coincidental timing - fic!

The Fifth Annual Hank Pyle Memorial Poker Game
Supernatural. 3100 words. PG-13. John, Bobby, Caleb, Bill. Gen, Pre-series.

( Caleb laid down a flush, ace high, and John flashed the rest of the table his roughly dimpled grin as he folded. )

And so July 1 rolls around once again. Not only is it Canada Day, but it marks the fourth anniversary of me packing up my life and hauling my ass two days east to Toronto. And even though I'm not sure now that I'm going to settle here for good (I think wanderlust was instilled in me from birth), I still love it here.

So, to celebrate! Back in May I posted the first seventeen comment ficlets I wrote in response to

fahrbot's awesome Dean picspams. Here are eighteen more.

( eighteen Supernatural ficlets )

Also, because I haven't owned up in a while, things spilt on myself today: sour cream, coffee, rainbow sherbet, hot sauce, salsa.

I honestly didn't expect to be writing this story until I had already started it. I had other things on the go and figured that there would be dozens of post-3.16 stories in the first few weeks after the finale anyway. And I definitely wasn't wrong about that, but apparently I had a story in me I wanted to tell too.

Through Me The Way Among The People Lost
Supernatural. 15,300 words. R-rated gen. Sam, Bobby, Ruby, Dean. Post 3.16; spoilers for all aired episodes.

( By the time they reached the outskirts of Sioux Falls it was almost noon, and Sam's body was telling him he could sleep for a week. )

Part Two

Part One

( Through Me The Way Among The People Lost - Part 2 )

Ever since I started working here we've had a television on this floor, on which I watched about a zillion sporting events, last season of Lost, and, lately, the last few episodes of Supernatural (because seriously, screw waiting till I get home. we have a television; I have a lunch break). This week that television is gone. And I mean, I knew it was coming. We're all laid off in July, they moved all the sports editors off this floor a while ago, and the chairs disappeared last week. But seriously, they couldn't have waited one more week?

Anyway. It feels like forever since I've posted a story, even though I posted a few back in January after Yuletide. But then, there was a time when if I didn't post a story at least every month I felt like something was wrong. So yeah, here's one now.

Somewhere There's a Bluer Sky
Supernatural. 3600 words. PG-13. Bobby, Sam, Dean, past Bobby/John. Spoilers up to Everybody Loves a Clown.

( Dean's got blood on his hands again, dull crimson and rust lining the cracks of his palms, but it's an honest bloody )

Current Music: Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird

fahrbot has been doing these awesome daily Dean picspams for a while now, and lately every time she does one I've been writing her a comment ficlet. I'd been thinking that once I'd done a few I would link them here or something, but today I looked and realised I'd already written seventeen of them. So before it gets unwieldy....

( seventeen supernatural ficlets )

Also, I have not spilled anything on myself yet today. Though to be fair, all I've had to eat is an entire clamshell of raspberries.