krisomniac

OMG, two story posts in one night. The world must be coming to an end.

Title: Like a Fiddle
Author: krisomniac
Rating, Warnings, Disclaimer: PG. None. Sadly, none of this is mine
Spoilers: Through Lucifer Rising
Summary: Words and roads. Sometimes things fall apart, sometimes they don’t. Coda to 4x22
Wordcount: 1,200
Author’s Note: For the incomparable deirdre_c on the occasion of the anniversary of her birth. You’re an amazing person, Dei, in life and in fandom. Don’t ever change. My only thought writing this was to give you happy, wrestling, post-finale Winchesters. I didn’t quite get there, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

( They were cruising on I-70, somewhere between hell and Pittsburgh, PA, engine of the borrowed car screaming in the afternoon sun )

for 100_ghosts

Prompt: Greed
Title: Too Much

( It's not a very long list, the things Sam wants )

Just to get the mojo flowing.

Title: Rope. Chalk. Lighter. Beads.

( Wasn't supposed to end like this-- )

Title: City of Lost Things 2/3
Author: krisomniac
Rating, Warning, pairing: R, two very tasty brothers, gen
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit or copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: Many thanks to ignipes and amchara, without your help, I never would've gotten this one right. Second (although I'm splitting it into two entries) of a three-part story. More coming soon.

Summary: Sam has visions. Dean drives in New York. Demons ride subways, and hell is an office building on Fifth. (this part ~4000 words)

part one

( City of Lost Things, Part Two A )

Happy Birthday thistlerose!!

I hope you have have a lovely day. You keep me in touch with the world and always keep my flist interesting. Wishing the best new year on you and your kitties. :)

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In other news: If you haven't checked them out yet,

amchara put together a fantastic Supernatural Gen Anthology. Not only is it a collection of killer stories appropriate for all ages, but pay special attention to the cover art and illustration. They're just perfect.

drvsilla wrote awesome Supernatural prompt fic with Sam and Dean and Giant Trees in California. It's soft and artistic and made me all kinds of happy. (Sam/Dean, R)

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Thank you for all the car advice yesterday. Got it checked out-- busted wheel bearing to be fixed tomorrow.

In the meanwhile, I'm going to pretend that I didn't have the Top Chef marathon going for the entire day.

Title: Just Another Laugh for the Road
Author: krisomniac
Rating, warning, pairing: PG, none, Gen
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke and the CW
Author's note: For ignipes on the occasion of the anniversary of her birth. You got me into this fandom, and I couldn't be more glad of it. So here's a little Sammy-torture to thank you.
Summary: Sometimes it's all you need to get by. (~550 words)

(  Dean's knuckles are red and raw, his neck stiff as a two by four, but he pops an Advil at the next gas station, washes it down with stale black coffee, and fills the tank )

Title: Junkyard Blues
Author: krisomniac
Rating, Warning, Pairing: PG, episode 2.01 spoilers, gen
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit or copyright infringement intended. Much of the dialogue is from 2.01 - In My Time of Dying
Summary, A/N: ~1800 words. Many thanks to ignipes for beta-reading. Just a scene from the episode that now owns my soul. Outsider's POV.

Bobby never could refuse the Winchester boys.
( His big, dusty flatbed feels loud and out of place here. )

Title: Strip. Poker. Boom.

Author: krisomniac

Rating, Warnings, pairing: PG-13, half-nudity and explosives, gen

Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit. No copyright infringement intended.

A/N: This one's been cooking for a long while. I'm really pleased with it in the end. Go read. A thousand thanks to ignipes and tvm for beta-reading in their busy busy lives.

Wordcount: ~3800

Summary: Winchesters and Poker, a story in fourteen cards

( The picture on the back was faded and worn until you could hardly see the design. On the front, the joker smiled out from underneath his jester's cap. )

Title: Our Town
Author: krisomniac
Rating/Warnings: pg-13 for language
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean Winchester belong to Kripke et al. "Our Town" is a play my Thornton Wilder about, perhaps, the most un-Winchester life that's possible--until the end, anyway.
Authors notes: Thanks to ignipes for the masterful beta
Summary:
"Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork.... What was that play you did--Our Town. Yeah, you were good. It was cute."
- episode 116, Shadow

( Sometimes Dad pulls the rug out from underneath them. Sometimes, he pulls through. ~4000 words. )

Title: First Kill
Author: krisomniac
Disclaimer: No intended infringement, no profits, etc. Supernatural, all characters and subsidiaries are owned by the execs down at Warner. I'm just here to have fun.
Ship(s): None
Wordcount: 3600
Summary: She eyed him suspiciously. "You're awfully young to be doing this kind of work."

Dean shrugged and hoped that she couldn't hear the pounding of his heart, wouldn't see the effort behind his easy grin. "I'm older than I look," he told her.

Author's Note: Many thanks to ignipes for the incomparable beta-read, and an old Irish curse at her door for dragging me into another fandom. In this story there is no porn, but you might just find a mysterious door, a smattering of action, dollop of adventure, a gun, a coming of age, and a conspiracy of quarters. The town is fictional and the news items are real. Enjoy.

( First Kill )

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Comments, questions, critiques, and pointing out of errors is very much appreciated. All mistakes herein are mine.