FIC: The Lee - Master Post
Title: The Lee
Author: pdragon76
Rating: R (sailor mouths, sex, violence)
Genre: Gen, some Het (Sam/OFC)
Characters: Sam, Dean, OFC
Wordcount: Approx 85,000 total
Spoilers: Set late Season Two, after WIAWSNB. AU for timeline and some minor canon-jiggery.
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
Summary: Wherever you go, there you are.
A/N: This fic was commissioned for Sweet Charity by the very lovely shadow_of_doubt, who wanted “something angsty that involves Sam and his powers”. Hope this scratches the itch, my dear. Apologies in advance to any native West Virginians. Beta’d by the brilliant, incessant kimonkey7, the feisty, astute july_july_july and the ever insightful, truly delightful riverbella. These guys demand that I earn it - and own it - to the best of my debatable ability, every step of the way. Any remaining niggles, wtf’s and humdingers are mine, all mine.
The word "now" is like a bomb through the window, and it ticks.
~Arthur Miller
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Author: pdragon76
Rating: R (sailor mouths, sex, violence)
Genre: Gen, some Het (Sam/OFC)
Characters: Sam, Dean, OFC
Wordcount: Approx 85,000 total
Spoilers: Set late Season Two, after WIAWSNB. AU for timeline and some minor canon-jiggery.
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
Summary: Wherever you go, there you are.
A/N: This fic was commissioned for Sweet Charity by the very lovely shadow_of_doubt, who wanted “something angsty that involves Sam and his powers”. Hope this scratches the itch, my dear. Apologies in advance to any native West Virginians. Beta’d by the brilliant, incessant kimonkey7, the feisty, astute july_july_july and the ever insightful, truly delightful riverbella. These guys demand that I earn it - and own it - to the best of my debatable ability, every step of the way. Any remaining niggles, wtf’s and humdingers are mine, all mine.
The word "now" is like a bomb through the window, and it ticks.
~Arthur Miller
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue