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Supernatural
The Sky is No Man's Land
(Complete) Entry for 2014 spn_j2_bigbang. A pair of no name hunters lend a hand to a holy tax accountant in need.
Novak hangs there a moment, still and tight-mouthed. “You can’t hold me here,” he says quietly. Then he sways in an attempt to rise to his full height of 5 foot nothing, and the air sways with him, pressing hard against Dean’s skin. The aluminum shell of the trailer whines, and scratched glass rattles in the rotting window frames. “Take me back.”
spn_25 table: Concepts
(Incomplete) A set of 25 ficlets from the vantage of a post-apocalyptic world. Tales from the mouths of Dean and Sam Winchester as well as various other characters.
He won’t say it, but he hates houses like this. The empty ones, where nobody goes. The ones no one touches. They’re afraid, mostly; afraid of what happened to the people that did live here.
He hates these empty places. He prefers the haunted ones.
In the haunted ones something’s there, or was, before everything.
A Bulwark Never Failing
(Complete) One shot AU. In which the angels turn up a little late and Jimmy has a very bad day.
The hymn’s a spill, now, lips barely moving to the string of meaningless syllables: “amightyfortressisourGodabulwarkneverfailing.” There’s more blood coming out than sound.
Someone’s patting his shoulder, saying, “You’ll wanna hear this.”
Hallowed Be Thy Name
(Complete) One shot AU. In which the angels show up a little early, and Jimmy still has a very bad day.
The man-thing dropped his hand to Jimmy’s shoulder and split its face in a smile, uneven teeth bearing hard into the flesh of his lips. “God.” He loosened up a thumb, digging it hard into the hollow of Jimmy’s collarbone. “I tell you what,” he said, and there was a soft Southern twang buried under his baritone. “You give Him a call. Try--” He rolled his eyes up, thinking. “Try that Lord’s Prayer of yours. Go ahead.”
It's a Long Walk Back to Eden
(Complete) Entry for 2010 spn_j2_bigbang. Dean said yes. Things just got worse.
“Be still, Castiel.” His brother spits his name like profanity over the crack of snapping bone. He does not realize his arm has been caught until it’s broken, and the sword that killed his shrieking, writhing sister clatters against the ground.
Hysteria is what drives the words of an old, dead prophet into his head: he that leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity; he that killeth with the sword must be killed with the sword.
Wayside
(Complete) One shot, post-S5. Bobby cleans house.
Bobby folds the sheets of legal paper in half, but once he has, he doesn’t know where to put them. So he slips them into the pages of a book on Enochian, stacks the books together on the table’s edge, and leaves the matter at that.
A Poor Synonym
(Complete) One shot, S5. Castiel... acclimates. Poorly.
There was calm, there was this, husband, and father, and love, an overbearing sense of all that it is beyond Castiel’s making to perceive.
And then there was sorrow; grief (not her); pain; Fate and Grace met and Castiel, Castiel made promises that he was of no authority to make.
Please, God, not her (take me).
Vessel
(Complete) One shot, post-S4. The life and times of Jimmy Novak, vessel.
Jimmy Novak of Pontiac, Illinois takes a few careful steps forward and stops, staring across the holy-fire flames, and Castiel stares calmly back. Good, the angel says in that voice of his. It’s the meaning behind the word - not the word itself. Good. Holy. Happy. The pipes overhead resonate with the tones.
Nec Spe, Nec Metu
(Complete) One shot, 5.03-'verse. What happened in Detroit.
“We’ll keep fighting,” he answers distantly.
“They will."
Benediction
(Complete) One shot, post 5.02. Sam takes a moment to think and blaspheme.
He'd wandered in the righteously-heavy double doors of this backwoods church looking for clarity.
Pestilence
(Complete) One shot, post-S4. Written for spn_teamfic. Croatoan enjoys the fruit of the Apocalypse.
By the time the Mary Mag pulls back into port, good old Scott Jaffers is the baffled de facto captain of an empty trawler.
Templeton Rye
(Complete) One shot, set Season Four. A few choice words from the back of a rusted Ford Pinto.
He’s sitting on the hood of a rusted Pinto abandoned by the side of the road, feeling Iowa winter sift down around him in clumps of white. It melts in his hair, trickling down onto his face, and he tries to snatch up a few snowflakes in the mist of his breath and trap them there.
Trigger
(Complete) One shot. In the dark he considers his choices...
The Greeks would protect themselves from nightmares by laying a black blade beneath their pillows.
There’s a silver one beneath his brother’s.
Higher Mind
(Complete) 3 part fic. A cocky hunter stalks haunted grounds no other hunter will touch. He quickly learns why.
His mother died in a hospital in River City to the tune of monotone heart monitors and the smell of sterile plastic and alcohol swabs. The floor is waxy, the lights bright, the flowers on the bedside dusty and dry. There’s a man sitting in the corner. (Tall) shoulders hunched and fingers laced together. He’s waiting.
Gods to Demons
(Complete) One-shot. AU from All Hell Breaks Loose. What Dean pulls back from death isn't quite his brother.
In a flurry of light, an angel passes a bit of forgotten shadow, a formless and purposeless thing. The heavenly being is a strange sight in Hell - blazing on all planes, its voice a sibilant and fearsome harmony.
The strange shapeless creature parts cracked lips and prays.
Swift Hounds of Lússa
(Complete) Big Bang 2009, multi-chapter. Complete. Andy Gallagher has his work cut out for him, trying to murder his evil twin.
People are breakable. A person is a glass sitting on a nice high shelf. A good breeze in just the right direction, and off it goes. Shattered. Can you blame gravity for that? For how breakable they are?
If you’re going to blame anyone, you should probably blame God.
spn_30snapshots - Liars and Thieves
(Incomplete) Written for spn_30snapshots. A scattered look at the Winchester history behind Swift Hounds of Lússa.
There’s a talented palm reader down the street, a woman in Tulsa who once moved a couch with her mind. Neither of them have been bothered all their life. Maybe this is a different flavor than usual, but if there’s one thing people desperately need to learn, it’s that different isn’t equated to bad, not in any sane school of logic.
You scope out the different. You respect them.
But John Winchester understood from the start that in his circles, you hunt them.
Somnambulist
(Complete) One shot. After the things he's dreamed, Sam isn't surprised by the latest round of nightmares. After all, it's only a dream.
he doesn’t dream at all, curled up in the backseat of the Impala with his father’s jacket tugged up to his chin, smelling of leather and smoke and oil. He’s watching the world of dark and darker past the windshield and he’s watching the rearview mirror, too, in case something comes at him from behind. Then his brother is there, his hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake, and he can’t even remember when reality lapsed into sleep.
Routine
(Complete) One shot. A brief moment of normalcy for the brothers Winchester.
The kid’s bouncing on his feet - rocking forward onto splayed toes and back again to rest on calloused heels. His tousled, unkempt hair is plastered to his forehead by sticky heat and stickier sweat. Tyler MS Tigers sprawled across a blue-and-gold jersey, matching gym shorts scrunched around a skinny waist. Scuffed shinguards dangle from one finger, a pair of equally scuffed kleats dangling from the other. Bronze skin and wide eyes and hair stained a lighter shade of brown by the sun.
In the Minutes After
(Complete) One shot, written for spn_teamfic. They were going to catch up with him eventually. Surely he had to know that. And once they did, well - they would catch up with everything else, too.
He’s dying, you see. His ribs are crushed inward, tearing into his oh-so-tender viscera. He’s dancing that one last jitter-step towards the grave, and that’s fine; the demon is happy to wait.
Toasted to Perfection
(Complete) One shot, pre-series, crossover with Transformers. Written for spn_teamfic. In John Winchester's defense, most toasters don't fight back.
The chrome beast on the counter was purchased at a flea market in Irvine, Tennessee for the grand total of three dollars and fifty-two cents. Sam had picked it out for the greenish-yellow paintjob, which he had described as “chartreuse.” Dean had described it as “dog puke”.
The Jacket: Bright Kansas Sky
(Complete) One shot. The life and times of Dean's favorite leather jacket.
Worn, calloused hands press stiff creases and trace tight stitches. A solid jacket, dark brown leather and neat lines of machine sewing, well-made. Scratched brass buttons, a sharp-angled collar, well-fitted cuffs. It burrows into the man’s shoulders as if made for them.
With a few experimental stretches and his wife’s approval the man shrugs the jacket off, folds it over his arm, and it is his.
SPN!Art
NOTE: Links below are outdated. For art, see Tumblr at: http://skadizzleross.tumblr.com/
The Big Escape. Gen. Art for shadowkeeper's deancasbigbang 2010 MiniBang entry. Dean, Cas, hellfire-steeped Sam and Bernard the Friendly DemonBatThing.
Sign of the Times. Gen. Cas takes some quiet time in the Singer junkyard.
Sparkly Unicorns. Gen. For apocabigbang - cover art for loolookitty's It's the End of the World As We Know It.
The Garrison. Gen. Cas and the classy gang.
Facilis Descensus Averno. Gen. Because drawing feathers is fuckin' addictive.
Issue of Consent. Gen. For Big Bang 2009. Brotherly love.
Epic. Gen. Dean an' some hellhounds.
Nadir. PG-13. The lowest point of descent.
Tea Time. Gen. Sam and a demon discuss matters over Earl Gray.
Asystole. Gen. Demon visions.
♠ ♠ ♠
Orig!Fic
When Orpheus Looked Back
One shot. "When Orpheus looked back, Jake, it wasn't stupid." Short mythology coda.
And If It Comes to Murder...
One shot, set in my own world. The ploy of an assassin does not bode well for the professionalism of one thief.
Quiet and Cold
One shot, orig!verse. Betrayal, and awakening.
♠ ♠ ♠
Misc
Meditations
(Complete) Series of one shots based on characters from the movie The Invisible.
Self
(Complete) One shot, told from the point of view of John Mandrake and an abandoned little kid. Tribute to Jonathan Stroud's Bartimaeus Trilogy.
One Life's Worth
(Complete) One shot. What exchange rate is there for a brother's soul? Set in the 'verse of Full Metal Alchemist.
Ex Animo
(Complete) One shot. A child learns to step from his father's shadow. Tribute to Akira Toriyama's Dragonball Z.
Something in the Meadow
(Complete) One shot. The caller ID still reads: DeTamble. Written in the 'verse of Audrey Niffenegger's The Time-Traveler's Wife.
♠ ♠ ♠
Other Linkage
Here lives my SPN Vid and Rec List.
And here, the Epic Wincest Playlist.
That said, bon appetit!
Supernatural
The Sky is No Man's Land
(Complete) Entry for 2014 spn_j2_bigbang. A pair of no name hunters lend a hand to a holy tax accountant in need.
Novak hangs there a moment, still and tight-mouthed. “You can’t hold me here,” he says quietly. Then he sways in an attempt to rise to his full height of 5 foot nothing, and the air sways with him, pressing hard against Dean’s skin. The aluminum shell of the trailer whines, and scratched glass rattles in the rotting window frames. “Take me back.”
spn_25 table: Concepts
(Incomplete) A set of 25 ficlets from the vantage of a post-apocalyptic world. Tales from the mouths of Dean and Sam Winchester as well as various other characters.
He won’t say it, but he hates houses like this. The empty ones, where nobody goes. The ones no one touches. They’re afraid, mostly; afraid of what happened to the people that did live here.
He hates these empty places. He prefers the haunted ones.
In the haunted ones something’s there, or was, before everything.
A Bulwark Never Failing
(Complete) One shot AU. In which the angels turn up a little late and Jimmy has a very bad day.
The hymn’s a spill, now, lips barely moving to the string of meaningless syllables: “amightyfortressisourGodabulwarkneverfailing.” There’s more blood coming out than sound.
Someone’s patting his shoulder, saying, “You’ll wanna hear this.”
Hallowed Be Thy Name
(Complete) One shot AU. In which the angels show up a little early, and Jimmy still has a very bad day.
The man-thing dropped his hand to Jimmy’s shoulder and split its face in a smile, uneven teeth bearing hard into the flesh of his lips. “God.” He loosened up a thumb, digging it hard into the hollow of Jimmy’s collarbone. “I tell you what,” he said, and there was a soft Southern twang buried under his baritone. “You give Him a call. Try--” He rolled his eyes up, thinking. “Try that Lord’s Prayer of yours. Go ahead.”
It's a Long Walk Back to Eden
(Complete) Entry for 2010 spn_j2_bigbang. Dean said yes. Things just got worse.
“Be still, Castiel.” His brother spits his name like profanity over the crack of snapping bone. He does not realize his arm has been caught until it’s broken, and the sword that killed his shrieking, writhing sister clatters against the ground.
Hysteria is what drives the words of an old, dead prophet into his head: he that leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity; he that killeth with the sword must be killed with the sword.
Wayside
(Complete) One shot, post-S5. Bobby cleans house.
Bobby folds the sheets of legal paper in half, but once he has, he doesn’t know where to put them. So he slips them into the pages of a book on Enochian, stacks the books together on the table’s edge, and leaves the matter at that.
A Poor Synonym
(Complete) One shot, S5. Castiel... acclimates. Poorly.
There was calm, there was this, husband, and father, and love, an overbearing sense of all that it is beyond Castiel’s making to perceive.
And then there was sorrow; grief (not her); pain; Fate and Grace met and Castiel, Castiel made promises that he was of no authority to make.
Please, God, not her (take me).
Vessel
(Complete) One shot, post-S4. The life and times of Jimmy Novak, vessel.
Jimmy Novak of Pontiac, Illinois takes a few careful steps forward and stops, staring across the holy-fire flames, and Castiel stares calmly back. Good, the angel says in that voice of his. It’s the meaning behind the word - not the word itself. Good. Holy. Happy. The pipes overhead resonate with the tones.
Nec Spe, Nec Metu
(Complete) One shot, 5.03-'verse. What happened in Detroit.
“We’ll keep fighting,” he answers distantly.
“They will."
Benediction
(Complete) One shot, post 5.02. Sam takes a moment to think and blaspheme.
He'd wandered in the righteously-heavy double doors of this backwoods church looking for clarity.
Pestilence
(Complete) One shot, post-S4. Written for spn_teamfic. Croatoan enjoys the fruit of the Apocalypse.
By the time the Mary Mag pulls back into port, good old Scott Jaffers is the baffled de facto captain of an empty trawler.
Templeton Rye
(Complete) One shot, set Season Four. A few choice words from the back of a rusted Ford Pinto.
He’s sitting on the hood of a rusted Pinto abandoned by the side of the road, feeling Iowa winter sift down around him in clumps of white. It melts in his hair, trickling down onto his face, and he tries to snatch up a few snowflakes in the mist of his breath and trap them there.
Trigger
(Complete) One shot. In the dark he considers his choices...
The Greeks would protect themselves from nightmares by laying a black blade beneath their pillows.
There’s a silver one beneath his brother’s.
Higher Mind
(Complete) 3 part fic. A cocky hunter stalks haunted grounds no other hunter will touch. He quickly learns why.
His mother died in a hospital in River City to the tune of monotone heart monitors and the smell of sterile plastic and alcohol swabs. The floor is waxy, the lights bright, the flowers on the bedside dusty and dry. There’s a man sitting in the corner. (Tall) shoulders hunched and fingers laced together. He’s waiting.
Gods to Demons
(Complete) One-shot. AU from All Hell Breaks Loose. What Dean pulls back from death isn't quite his brother.
In a flurry of light, an angel passes a bit of forgotten shadow, a formless and purposeless thing. The heavenly being is a strange sight in Hell - blazing on all planes, its voice a sibilant and fearsome harmony.
The strange shapeless creature parts cracked lips and prays.
Swift Hounds of Lússa
(Complete) Big Bang 2009, multi-chapter. Complete. Andy Gallagher has his work cut out for him, trying to murder his evil twin.
People are breakable. A person is a glass sitting on a nice high shelf. A good breeze in just the right direction, and off it goes. Shattered. Can you blame gravity for that? For how breakable they are?
If you’re going to blame anyone, you should probably blame God.
spn_30snapshots - Liars and Thieves
(Incomplete) Written for spn_30snapshots. A scattered look at the Winchester history behind Swift Hounds of Lússa.
There’s a talented palm reader down the street, a woman in Tulsa who once moved a couch with her mind. Neither of them have been bothered all their life. Maybe this is a different flavor than usual, but if there’s one thing people desperately need to learn, it’s that different isn’t equated to bad, not in any sane school of logic.
You scope out the different. You respect them.
But John Winchester understood from the start that in his circles, you hunt them.
Somnambulist
(Complete) One shot. After the things he's dreamed, Sam isn't surprised by the latest round of nightmares. After all, it's only a dream.
he doesn’t dream at all, curled up in the backseat of the Impala with his father’s jacket tugged up to his chin, smelling of leather and smoke and oil. He’s watching the world of dark and darker past the windshield and he’s watching the rearview mirror, too, in case something comes at him from behind. Then his brother is there, his hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake, and he can’t even remember when reality lapsed into sleep.
Routine
(Complete) One shot. A brief moment of normalcy for the brothers Winchester.
The kid’s bouncing on his feet - rocking forward onto splayed toes and back again to rest on calloused heels. His tousled, unkempt hair is plastered to his forehead by sticky heat and stickier sweat. Tyler MS Tigers sprawled across a blue-and-gold jersey, matching gym shorts scrunched around a skinny waist. Scuffed shinguards dangle from one finger, a pair of equally scuffed kleats dangling from the other. Bronze skin and wide eyes and hair stained a lighter shade of brown by the sun.
In the Minutes After
(Complete) One shot, written for spn_teamfic. They were going to catch up with him eventually. Surely he had to know that. And once they did, well - they would catch up with everything else, too.
He’s dying, you see. His ribs are crushed inward, tearing into his oh-so-tender viscera. He’s dancing that one last jitter-step towards the grave, and that’s fine; the demon is happy to wait.
Toasted to Perfection
(Complete) One shot, pre-series, crossover with Transformers. Written for spn_teamfic. In John Winchester's defense, most toasters don't fight back.
The chrome beast on the counter was purchased at a flea market in Irvine, Tennessee for the grand total of three dollars and fifty-two cents. Sam had picked it out for the greenish-yellow paintjob, which he had described as “chartreuse.” Dean had described it as “dog puke”.
The Jacket: Bright Kansas Sky
(Complete) One shot. The life and times of Dean's favorite leather jacket.
Worn, calloused hands press stiff creases and trace tight stitches. A solid jacket, dark brown leather and neat lines of machine sewing, well-made. Scratched brass buttons, a sharp-angled collar, well-fitted cuffs. It burrows into the man’s shoulders as if made for them.
With a few experimental stretches and his wife’s approval the man shrugs the jacket off, folds it over his arm, and it is his.
SPN!Art
NOTE: Links below are outdated. For art, see Tumblr at: http://skadizzleross.tumblr.com/
The Big Escape. Gen. Art for shadowkeeper's deancasbigbang 2010 MiniBang entry. Dean, Cas, hellfire-steeped Sam and Bernard the Friendly DemonBatThing.
Sign of the Times. Gen. Cas takes some quiet time in the Singer junkyard.
Sparkly Unicorns. Gen. For apocabigbang - cover art for loolookitty's It's the End of the World As We Know It.
The Garrison. Gen. Cas and the classy gang.
Facilis Descensus Averno. Gen. Because drawing feathers is fuckin' addictive.
Issue of Consent. Gen. For Big Bang 2009. Brotherly love.
Epic. Gen. Dean an' some hellhounds.
Nadir. PG-13. The lowest point of descent.
Tea Time. Gen. Sam and a demon discuss matters over Earl Gray.
Asystole. Gen. Demon visions.
♠ ♠ ♠
Orig!Fic
When Orpheus Looked Back
One shot. "When Orpheus looked back, Jake, it wasn't stupid." Short mythology coda.
And If It Comes to Murder...
One shot, set in my own world. The ploy of an assassin does not bode well for the professionalism of one thief.
Quiet and Cold
One shot, orig!verse. Betrayal, and awakening.
♠ ♠ ♠
Misc
Meditations
(Complete) Series of one shots based on characters from the movie The Invisible.
Self
(Complete) One shot, told from the point of view of John Mandrake and an abandoned little kid. Tribute to Jonathan Stroud's Bartimaeus Trilogy.
One Life's Worth
(Complete) One shot. What exchange rate is there for a brother's soul? Set in the 'verse of Full Metal Alchemist.
Ex Animo
(Complete) One shot. A child learns to step from his father's shadow. Tribute to Akira Toriyama's Dragonball Z.
Something in the Meadow
(Complete) One shot. The caller ID still reads: DeTamble. Written in the 'verse of Audrey Niffenegger's The Time-Traveler's Wife.
♠ ♠ ♠
Other Linkage
Here lives my SPN Vid and Rec List.
And here, the Epic Wincest Playlist.