Under the Bridge - Intro Post
Author: rei_c
Title: Under the Bridge
Pairings: John/Sam, Sam/OMCs (past John/Mary, plus a plethora of others, either implicit, unrequited, or way off-screen)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 80K.
Summary: John Winchester survived a fire that took the lives of his wife and youngest son. He raised his only remaining family, his son Dean, on the road, the two devoting the rest of their lives to a search for the demon that destroyed their family. When a new hunt emerges, John and Dean drive to a small city, completely unprepared for what they find. Demons congregate in ever-increasing numbers, the people of the city are split into hosts and hunters, and there's only one person who can end the stand-off.
Warnings: AU. Incest. Language. Non-/Dub-con. References to underaged sex. Blasphemy. Theology. Demons. Torture. Blood. Angst. General spoilers through 3x05.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If you recognise it, it's from something else. If you don't recognise it, it's still probably from something else. All errors are mine and mine alone.
Author’s Notes: I once swore I’d never write John/Sam -- I should’ve learnt not to make promises like that by now -- but this isn’t so much father/son incest as it is two strangers fucking first and making connections later. Even so, this isn’t the story I thought it was going to be -- theology replaced violence and introspection replaced sex; John decided to double the word count and everyone else just shrugged and went along with it.
Much thanks to jellybean_slash, star_dancer54, plutogirl10, vorpalblades, and moveablehistory for thoughts, audiencing, critiquing, and cheerleading, to sappylilartpunk for putting up with me when this was all I could talk about, and to my flist, for listening to me go on and on about this fic with little to no relief. Every one of your comments was so very much appreciated, and this would never have been finished without your encouragement.
Enoch a righteous man, whose eyes were opened by God, saw
the vision of the Holy One in the heavens, which the angels showed
me, and from them I heard everything, and from them I understood as
I saw, but not for this generation, but for a remote one which is
for to come.
--The Book of Enoch, c.160 BCE
It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence-
Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy
Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution,
Which becomes, in the popular mind, a means of disowning the past.
[...]
I have said before
That the past experience revived in the meaning
Is not the experience of one life only
But of many generations-not forgetting
Something that is probably quite ineffable:
The backward look behind the assurance
Of recorded history, the backward half-look
Over the shoulder, towards the primitive terror.
--"The Dry Salvages," Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot, 1941
[ Part One ] [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ]
[ Part Four ] [ Part Five ] [ Part Six ]
[ Part Seven ] [ Part Eight ]
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Title: Under the Bridge
Pairings: John/Sam, Sam/OMCs (past John/Mary, plus a plethora of others, either implicit, unrequited, or way off-screen)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 80K.
Summary: John Winchester survived a fire that took the lives of his wife and youngest son. He raised his only remaining family, his son Dean, on the road, the two devoting the rest of their lives to a search for the demon that destroyed their family. When a new hunt emerges, John and Dean drive to a small city, completely unprepared for what they find. Demons congregate in ever-increasing numbers, the people of the city are split into hosts and hunters, and there's only one person who can end the stand-off.
Warnings: AU. Incest. Language. Non-/Dub-con. References to underaged sex. Blasphemy. Theology. Demons. Torture. Blood. Angst. General spoilers through 3x05.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If you recognise it, it's from something else. If you don't recognise it, it's still probably from something else. All errors are mine and mine alone.
Author’s Notes: I once swore I’d never write John/Sam -- I should’ve learnt not to make promises like that by now -- but this isn’t so much father/son incest as it is two strangers fucking first and making connections later. Even so, this isn’t the story I thought it was going to be -- theology replaced violence and introspection replaced sex; John decided to double the word count and everyone else just shrugged and went along with it.
Much thanks to jellybean_slash, star_dancer54, plutogirl10, vorpalblades, and moveablehistory for thoughts, audiencing, critiquing, and cheerleading, to sappylilartpunk for putting up with me when this was all I could talk about, and to my flist, for listening to me go on and on about this fic with little to no relief. Every one of your comments was so very much appreciated, and this would never have been finished without your encouragement.
Enoch a righteous man, whose eyes were opened by God, saw
the vision of the Holy One in the heavens, which the angels showed
me, and from them I heard everything, and from them I understood as
I saw, but not for this generation, but for a remote one which is
for to come.
--The Book of Enoch, c.160 BCE
It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence-
Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy
Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution,
Which becomes, in the popular mind, a means of disowning the past.
[...]
I have said before
That the past experience revived in the meaning
Is not the experience of one life only
But of many generations-not forgetting
Something that is probably quite ineffable:
The backward look behind the assurance
Of recorded history, the backward half-look
Over the shoulder, towards the primitive terror.
--"The Dry Salvages," Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot, 1941
[ Part One ] [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ]
[ Part Four ] [ Part Five ] [ Part Six ]
[ Part Seven ] [ Part Eight ]
[ Download the fic ] [ Soundtrack ]