dean/jo fanmix: slow motion dying
Wow, my first fanmix! Kind of sad because I don't have a big, elaborate story to tell or anyone to thank (well, maybe la_folle_allure because she said yay! when I told her I finished the mix). I basically made it because I am writing a Dean/Jo fic, currently titled: The Fic That Ate Kim's Brain, because Dean/Jo is The Het OTP That Ate Kim's Brain. I am seriously fangirling Dean/Jo so hard right now; I know, I'm known as a hardcore Wincester, but it has just worn off. Lost it's appeal, really. Everything's the same and all the originals have been done. And hell, I can't even keep up anymore. There are taleneted writers, but it's all the same. Dean/Jo is fresh and new and small and gritty. God, they're relationship is so rough-and-tumble, no shit, pure hunting and gun powder. Just thinking about possible sex scenes for Dean/Jo makes me squirm with delight. And Dean/Jo isn't bad! Like, at all! People get very defensive about it very quickly, but if I can be converted, anyone can; I converted myself, too.
Hmm. I guess I did have a story to tell. Go me! So, um, can we consider this my official step into Dean/Jo fandom? don't hurt me because i like sam/dean, too? Hello, Dean/Jo lovers, hello! *waves and sends you hearts*
slow motion dying [dean/jo mix]
one. come here boy : imogen heap
i know that my face
is only too familiar in your sleep
i can see it in your eyes
and i can tell in your body
two. a little piece : marco difelice
you don't have to breathe
i will
i will breathe in for your love
for your love
three. dangerous : panda & angel
it's a dangerous place to be
wanting something you can't have
four. hope : dirty three
[instrumental]
five. black heart rodeo : tom mcrae
she said "feed me feathers"
'cause i long to smile
i have fallen far from grace
six. doll parts : hole
yeah they really want you
they really want you and i do too
seven. running up that hill : placebo
you don't want to hurt me
but see how deep the bullet lies
unaware that i'm tearing you asunder
there is thunder in our hearts, baby
eight. center of attention : jackson waters
but i'll take my time if you want to
and i'll give you whatever you need
and i'll wait a lifetime to give it you
give in to you
nine. fade into you : mazzy star
i want to hold the hand inside you
i want to take a breathe that's true
i look to you and i see nothing
i look to you to see the truth
ten. colly strings : manchester orchestra
you said you saw it coming
but you didn't see nothing
you're eyes are on the living room
your eyes are on the closet
don't worry about
don't worry about anything
download zip - 10 songs + art cover
For your viewing pleasure, an exceprt from my Dean/Jo multi-part fic, I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark:
Jo doesn’t sleep all night; sits in the corner of the bedroom, eyes fixed on the mattress and bed frame. The rain stops when the sun starts to rise and Jo waits until she only hears rain dripping from the trees to pull herself from the wall, legs and body aching. She packs up Dean’s supplies, folding the moth-eaten brown blanket over the machetes and guns, not really feeling disturbed by Dean’s supposed precautions.
She doesn’t know Dean well enough to know if he can snap easily; fall apart, sure, but it’s slowly.
She sees Dean on her way out the door - slumped over the kitchen table, arms folded over his head, papers spread around him, scattered and crumpled at the edges. She carries the weapons out without telling him.
She doesn’t understand his persistence, finding it domineering and ruthless and she knows it’s going to eat him alive in a way that she won’t be able to slow down. She doesn’t understand, but she thinks she doesn’t have to.
Jo waits by the Impala, weapons on the ground, kicking at wet gravel and toeing the grass with her worn-down sneakers. Light spreads across the horizon of the sky in pinks and golds, reaching up and fading into grey-blue. Jo lies out on the hood, watching as the sky turned grey once again.
Dean stumbles out of the woods hours later, pulling on a black hoodie and shaking dew drops from his hair.
“Oh,” he murmurs when he sees Jo sitting on the hood. He digs in his pocket as he walks up the slope, slipping on the grass slightly, and pulls out the keys. “Wondering where you were.” He leans down to pick up the brown blanket, cradling it in his arms gently.
“Someone had to watch out for us,” Jo replies smugly, wandering around to the passengers’ side as Dean balances the supplies and his keys to open the trunk. “I stayed up all night.”
Two parts, roughly 5,000 words. Don't mind the mistakes; I am revising like a fiend. It does start out a little Sam/Dean, but slowly progresses into Dean/Jo (it wasn't originally Dean/Jo). You only notice Sam/Dean prominently with Dean's POV, which is probably going to be every other part. Blah, rambling. Enjoy the mix and hope to see you back for my fic!
If you're interested in Dean/Jo (and have not yet had the courage to step into it), visit these awesome sites! I have! a.k.a, shameless pimping, whoo!
dean_jo
deanjo_fanfic
Dean/Jo unofficial fansite (coming soon! bookmark it!)
Start The Revolution: bring back Jo!
Shotgun Wedding: Dean/Jo fanlisting
Twisted Hunters: Dean/Jo Fanfiction
This is The Post That Ate The World. ♥
Hmm. I guess I did have a story to tell. Go me! So, um, can we consider this my official step into Dean/Jo fandom? don't hurt me because i like sam/dean, too? Hello, Dean/Jo lovers, hello! *waves and sends you hearts*
slow motion dying [dean/jo mix]
one. come here boy : imogen heap
i know that my face
is only too familiar in your sleep
i can see it in your eyes
and i can tell in your body
two. a little piece : marco difelice
you don't have to breathe
i will
i will breathe in for your love
for your love
three. dangerous : panda & angel
it's a dangerous place to be
wanting something you can't have
four. hope : dirty three
[instrumental]
five. black heart rodeo : tom mcrae
she said "feed me feathers"
'cause i long to smile
i have fallen far from grace
six. doll parts : hole
yeah they really want you
they really want you and i do too
seven. running up that hill : placebo
you don't want to hurt me
but see how deep the bullet lies
unaware that i'm tearing you asunder
there is thunder in our hearts, baby
eight. center of attention : jackson waters
but i'll take my time if you want to
and i'll give you whatever you need
and i'll wait a lifetime to give it you
give in to you
nine. fade into you : mazzy star
i want to hold the hand inside you
i want to take a breathe that's true
i look to you and i see nothing
i look to you to see the truth
ten. colly strings : manchester orchestra
you said you saw it coming
but you didn't see nothing
you're eyes are on the living room
your eyes are on the closet
don't worry about
don't worry about anything
download zip - 10 songs + art cover
For your viewing pleasure, an exceprt from my Dean/Jo multi-part fic, I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark:
Jo doesn’t sleep all night; sits in the corner of the bedroom, eyes fixed on the mattress and bed frame. The rain stops when the sun starts to rise and Jo waits until she only hears rain dripping from the trees to pull herself from the wall, legs and body aching. She packs up Dean’s supplies, folding the moth-eaten brown blanket over the machetes and guns, not really feeling disturbed by Dean’s supposed precautions.
She doesn’t know Dean well enough to know if he can snap easily; fall apart, sure, but it’s slowly.
She sees Dean on her way out the door - slumped over the kitchen table, arms folded over his head, papers spread around him, scattered and crumpled at the edges. She carries the weapons out without telling him.
She doesn’t understand his persistence, finding it domineering and ruthless and she knows it’s going to eat him alive in a way that she won’t be able to slow down. She doesn’t understand, but she thinks she doesn’t have to.
Jo waits by the Impala, weapons on the ground, kicking at wet gravel and toeing the grass with her worn-down sneakers. Light spreads across the horizon of the sky in pinks and golds, reaching up and fading into grey-blue. Jo lies out on the hood, watching as the sky turned grey once again.
Dean stumbles out of the woods hours later, pulling on a black hoodie and shaking dew drops from his hair.
“Oh,” he murmurs when he sees Jo sitting on the hood. He digs in his pocket as he walks up the slope, slipping on the grass slightly, and pulls out the keys. “Wondering where you were.” He leans down to pick up the brown blanket, cradling it in his arms gently.
“Someone had to watch out for us,” Jo replies smugly, wandering around to the passengers’ side as Dean balances the supplies and his keys to open the trunk. “I stayed up all night.”
Two parts, roughly 5,000 words. Don't mind the mistakes; I am revising like a fiend. It does start out a little Sam/Dean, but slowly progresses into Dean/Jo (it wasn't originally Dean/Jo). You only notice Sam/Dean prominently with Dean's POV, which is probably going to be every other part. Blah, rambling. Enjoy the mix and hope to see you back for my fic!
If you're interested in Dean/Jo (and have not yet had the courage to step into it), visit these awesome sites! I have! a.k.a, shameless pimping, whoo!
dean_jo
deanjo_fanfic
Dean/Jo unofficial fansite (coming soon! bookmark it!)
Start The Revolution: bring back Jo!
Shotgun Wedding: Dean/Jo fanlisting
Twisted Hunters: Dean/Jo Fanfiction
This is The Post That Ate The World. ♥