Supernatural fic I’ve read this week:
Salting Old Wounds by halfshellvenus (Gen)
A Ruby-centric vignette. The story begins as a flashback to the person Ruby used to be when she was human. I found the ending very poignant, a wondering if she’s in an even worse Hell than the rest of the demons because she remembers.
A foolish girl unprepared for her fate, she had wandered the breadths of the Devil’s own realm until the faceless creatures found her. She would have chosen eternal solitude at that point to avoid joining them, if such a thing were possible.
Tempting. Tormenting. Taking—this was to be her work now. Walking the earth again in borrowed form, she committed acts more unspeakable than any she could have imagined.
Good Things by biggelois (Slash/Wincest Sam/Dean)
Hilarious. Not so much drunk!Sam as it is totally-wasted!Sam. The internal monologue is perfect Sam-voice and Dean’s reaction is beautifully in-character. Oh, and there’s sex. Of course.
Damn if he remembered the way from the motel to the bar being this long. He’s sure it wasn’t on the way there, had been much shorter then. Now on the other hand he’s so very grateful for the wall. Sidewalk would have hit him in the face otherwise.
His Exceptions To The Rule by pdragon76 (Gen)
There are a lot of stories with Sam tending a wounded Dean but this stands out from the crowd. Set early in season one, Sam is still getting back into the swing of life as a hunter. The references back to John and the way Sam is forced by this crisis to rely on his training make this story much more powerful than the average hurt/comfort short. I love the way John dominates the story, even by his absence:
He washed his hands six times, and they still felt odd and slippery, like Dean’s blood was clinging in his pores. He stood over the john for a while, thinking he might puke, but the feeling passed.
He sat woodenly on the edge of the bathtub, stared at the tiles until his fingers made their own way to his cell phone in the pocket of his jeans. He worked it loose, clutched it too tightly in his lap, as if holding it hard might undo something.
He got through three aborted calls before he let it ring.
This is John Winchester. I can’t be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean…
Receiver by dotfic (Gen)
“When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45” That exchange from the Pilot is probably my favourite in the entire show so to find a whole long fic based on it makes me feel like a kid in a candy store! And what a fic! This isn’t just about that long-ago monster in the closet. A case-fic set after Fresh Blood it’s about the way Sam and Dean are both breaking apart under the weight of Dean’s deal. It’s about a normal family having to face the supernatural and about the hard choices every hunter has to make.
“It’s in my closet,” Tommy said, and Sam realized it was the first thing he’d said during the tour of the house. “I made an alarm. Want to see?”
“Tommy, no, these men don’t want to–” Mr. Andrews moved forward, reaching for his son, but Tommy was already untangling the aluminum cans, which Sam now saw were glued onto a string.
The boy straightened out the string, the cans clanking. One end of the string was tied around a nail jutting from the wall. The other end Tommy tied around the back of a chair, so that the cans stretched across the closet door.
“If it tries to get out, I can hear it.” He looked up at Dean. “Don’t need another alarm.”
November 2nd by mlebayre (Gen)
November 2nd is a bad day for Winchesters. A Sam-POV story about how Dean handles this anniversary. Subtle humour.
If asked, most days Sam would describe his brother as the strong, silent type. Dean didn’t talk much, though he shared plenty once Sam learned to speak Dean.
Striking Distance by saberivojo (Gen)
Oh, this is funny! Teen!Sam is pissed off with his big brother (and with good reason). They have a fight - a real knock-down punch-and-kick fight. It’s beautifully in character, and I love the glimpse into the downside of all that training: these boys can seriously hurt each other if they try.
Damn Dean Winchester.
Fuck Dean Winchester.
Why did he have to have a brother who was so infuriating? Dean was obnoxious, rude and just plain difficult. And to top it all off, Dean could take him down easy and land him hard. At this point though, Sam didn’t care. He wanted to feel the rush of the fight, feel the satisfying crush of knuckle on lip, but Dean, in typical Dean fashion, was determined to keep his little brother safe even if it meant Sam was trapped in his armpit.
Sanity Lines by dreamlittleyo (Threesome Sam/Dean/Jo)
I have a weakness for this threesome, but this isn’t a porn fic. It’s more a glimpse into Sam’s psyche, and the emotional bonds that hold the three of them together. It’s not an entirely healthy relationship, but it’s one that works.
They stand to either side of him, loyal and close, two constants in a world gone mad. Dean to his right, always to his right, the grounding force that holds him together when the voices of Hell are screaming in his head. [...] Jo stands to his left, careful fingers on his arm. He needs her, too. A gentle touch that lets him remember he’s human, that softens his edges and smoothes away the angry corners. Lets him interact with the world, with the people in it, without lashing out. She looks deceptively fragile, thin wisp of a thing, but she moves fast. Deadly. And he needs that, too.
Realizations by emmademarais (Slash/Wincest Sam/Dean)
Post-AHBL2: a short, one-shot which shows how the brothers deal with all that’s happened to them. A short, angsty fic that makes the wincest seem almost canon.
It hits Sam about forty miles from the Wyoming - Colorado border as Dean is cruising down Interstate 80.
The realization makes his chest seize and he reacts as if he’s had the wind knocked out of him.
Hello Operator by yesterday4 (Gen)
After his apparent death in St Louis (Skin), Dean calls a few old friends in case they’ve seen the news. A short but insightful look into some of Dean’s relationships.
It occurs to him all at once that he’s having an internal heart to heart without hanging up the fucking phone. He panics, thinking about the good ten seconds of breathing she’s going to find, and then says, “Fuck” by accident. Slams his cell shut and hurls it at the end of the bed like it’s on fire.
And after reading that one I had a glance through the author’s LJ and found this:
And Money Can’t Buy…What? by yesterday4 (Gen, Dean/Bela implied)
I love Bela Talbot. And not in a love-to-hate-her way. I just think she’s wonderful. Here, Bela gets impatient with the boys’ failure to get Dean out of his deal and decides to do it herself. A more altrusistic Bela than she is in canon, but I don’t care. It’s a cool fic.
She had waited 360 days for the Winchester boys to work themselves out of this latest mess. It was time to take matters into her own hands—or her wallet, as it were. Chewing at her lip, Bela glanced down to make sure her briefcase was still waiting patiently by her feet. She knew all about offers and counteroffers, inquiries, and timely rejections, and she was ready to play ball with whatever hell spawn came for her.
The Most Important Thing by yesterday4 (Gen, pre-series)
This is Mary and Dean before Sam is born and a really cute look at young!Dean who is not at all sure he wants a new brother. When I was a kid, my mother collected a set of books of hilarious quotes and misunderstandings by young children. Dean in this story reminds me of them. So funny and it rings so very true…yet you can see hints of the adult Dean in this goofy kid.
“What about Baby?” She musses up his hair when she asks; is gratified when he leans into her palm for the barest of seconds before remembering his newfound hatred and shying away. And, please God help her, “Are you thinking about what a good big brother you’re going to be?”
Apparently not. Dean’s frown contorts into a look of utter horror. It might be funny, she thinks, if this was someone else’s son, and that someone else was not eight months pregnant. As it is, she’s hot and cranky; her patient smile feels a bit strained.
Dean blurts out his great big thought. “I think Baby is a bad idea. Maybe God will let you return it.”
Silent At Dusk On Earth by azephirin (Slash/Wincest Sam/Dean Crossover)
This story is a crossover with Wanted (the movie) but I don’t think you need to know the movie to enjoy the story. It’s a post-Hell story, with the premise that when Sam saved Dean from Hell he saved a couple of other people, too. One of them is former assassin Fox and she tags along with the brothers while they each recover from the ordeal in their different ways. I love the way Fox’s amorality both fits and doesn’t with the Winchesters’ way of life and it’s an unusual outside-POV on Sam and Dean’s relationship.
Sam tightens his hands on the wheel and prays that Dean will stay asleep: This is rural Vermont, and there’s no way to the cabin except over unpaved roads, but that sort of logic doesn’t apply when it comes to Dean and the car. Sam is mistreating his baby, and that’s a terrible crime.
“Not too much farther, sweetheart, almost there, I know you can do it….”
Sam realizes that he’s talking to the car, and promptly stops.
The woman still looks unconscious or profoundly asleep, but he could swear he sees her faintly smiling.
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