SPN fic: Red 5/10

Oct 25, 2006 19:19

The Suits: have the complete right to claim ownership over the Winchesters. To my eternal sorrow, I know that.

Warning! It’s PG-13, but it’s dancing a fine line. Gen, kids in dangerous situations, swearing, adult content, violence. WIP, will be 10 chapters.

The Puppeteers: Those two people with their hands up my back are lemmypie and jmm0001. ( Read more... )

red, supernatural, fanfic

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janissa11 October 26 2006, 03:41:21 UTC
Okay, woman, you and me gots to talk. See, I have high blood pressure. And it's stories like THIS ONE that give it to me. (Well, it was already there. but NEVER MIND.)

So now I need the rest of the story. Like NOW. Because waiting is bad for my health. See?

And btw, OH MY FREAKING GOD -- DEAN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING. I mean, I can understand the vengeance. I can understand how he could have just...made himself somehow forgot what happened in 92. But NOW, I just. And SAM. Sam who has to play catch-up LIKE ALWAYS, knows it, LIKE ALWAYS, and -- will he wind up getting half-strangled at some point? It would have synchronicity, but strangling seems not to be Ludovic's MO. He quite likely prefers something...bloodier. ::shudder:: I cannot recall a bad guy who scared me more than this one. Seriously. He is -- the uber-Big Bad. He makes the yellow-eyed bugger look kinda like the Easter Bunny, dude. Gahhhhhh.

Also, this story has a distinct X-Files flavor to it. How was it Mulder put it? A "paranormal bouquet?" Which doesn't mean I think it's little gray men, but only meant as a tremendous compliment. X-Files did atmosphere like no one's business, and also the scariest bad guys, and youts puts theirs in serious-ass competition.

Also again? I hate you. Except for when I love you with a mewling puling pathetic eagerness that embarrasses me greatly to even mention.

Also again again? My bar tab is soooooooooooooooooooooo gonna make you have to eat ramen for a couple of months.

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big_pink October 26 2006, 20:25:49 UTC
Listen, seriously, I CAN'T be responsible for your bar tab, woman. That weight these shoulders can't bear.

But I'll buy you beer, promise. Or a shot of tequila. Or a pint of Tanqueray, whatever's your poison. So take your blood pressure medicine and maybe I'll get Lemmypie to take you to a yoga class. It's all good...ohhhhhhhmmmmmm.

And we're only half-way through, toots. There's still plenty to come, although we will have to let go of the 92/97 storylines at some point and Sam has to come into play, cause the poor boy's just been fretting in the corner for the last little while and I don't think that's particularly good for his blood pressure.

X-Files? Oh, fine, I like my flattery with a side of little green men, please! Very nice. I think that I respond to the creepiness of X-Files and SPN because I'm a west coast gal and it's fucking creepy out there in the woods, truly. I don't care that they're supposed to be in Wisconsin or Maine or wherever, they're always in the Pacific Northwest to me. And it's a dangerous, weird place. Sigh. Home.

Okay, more later, I gotta show to watch....

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