Fic: The Smile Has Left Your Eyes 2/8? (SPN/Undertale, PG)
Title: The Smile Has Left Your Eyes 2/8?
Author: San Antonio Rose (ramblin_rosie)
Fandoms: SPN/Undertale
Characters: Sam, Dean, Cas, Naomi; Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, Toriel, Asgore, Undyne, Alphys, Grillby, Chara, Gaster; other cameos and OCs
Pairing: Gen; mention of Sans/Toriel and Alphys/Undyne
Rating: PG
Word Count: TBD; this chapter: ~5,700
Warnings: Deliberately AU elements for both canons
Notes: Inspired in part by kaesa's Never a Lovely So Real. WIP, but mostly finished; I plan to post at least one chapter a week until I do finish and then increase to a chapter a day. The master post is here.
Summary: A mountain full of fae suddenly gains a mine full of monsters, refugees from another reality. Six months later, a red-eyed child is on a killing spree in Ebott, Idaho. But when Garth dispatches the Winchesters to look into the matter, none of them expect the consequences of the hunt to reach the highest levels of Heaven itself. And the surprising friendships the brothers make along the way might be more vital than they seem.
( Call it a hunch. )
Author: San Antonio Rose (ramblin_rosie)
Fandoms: SPN/Undertale
Characters: Sam, Dean, Cas, Naomi; Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, Toriel, Asgore, Undyne, Alphys, Grillby, Chara, Gaster; other cameos and OCs
Pairing: Gen; mention of Sans/Toriel and Alphys/Undyne
Rating: PG
Word Count: TBD; this chapter: ~5,700
Warnings: Deliberately AU elements for both canons
Notes: Inspired in part by kaesa's Never a Lovely So Real. WIP, but mostly finished; I plan to post at least one chapter a week until I do finish and then increase to a chapter a day. The master post is here.
Summary: A mountain full of fae suddenly gains a mine full of monsters, refugees from another reality. Six months later, a red-eyed child is on a killing spree in Ebott, Idaho. But when Garth dispatches the Winchesters to look into the matter, none of them expect the consequences of the hunt to reach the highest levels of Heaven itself. And the surprising friendships the brothers make along the way might be more vital than they seem.
( Call it a hunch. )