Distracted By Something Shiny

Part two here! Heed the warning of 'medical', if that's an issue for you.
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Part One can be found here.


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I wrote this fic back in 2010 for my girls for Valentine's Day. I always celebrated Valentine's as more of a 'all the people I love' and 'friendship' and stuff rather than romance, so apparently what this really was - this fic that celebrates the awesome women in my life and on my shows - was a Galentine's Day fic, I just didn't know the word back then! So, have some Sam and Dean observing awesome women in the worlds of Buffy, Deadwood and The OC. Enjoy!

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( It usually took Dean three hacks to get the head clean off. )

So, I’ve been terrible about posting fic since I got sick. I don’t think I’ve posted anything yet this year. I’m gonna work on that. Let’s start with a fic I’ve had sitting on my computer for…well, I wrote it for my cousin’s 15th birthday and she’s in college now, if that tells you anything. This was part of her introduction to the world of fanfic. A little post-Hell House humor. 1,397 words.

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( “You know,” Sam said about two hours out of Richardson, “Dad really hated that prank stuff when we were kids.” )

With my sister home sick today, I thought about this story that I wrote for her a few years back.

This was scribbled out on a piece of paper in the middle of the night for my sister - after she insisted that a) she wasn’t sick, b) she didn’t need to see a doctor, c) it’d only been two weeks and d) she’d just take some vitamins (I believe she may have said the exact words “picture of perfect health”) - and then I left the scribbled-out story for her on the bathroom sink.

Picture Perfect & A Joy To Be Around (or He Doesn’t Get Sick, He’s Dean Winchester).
Summary: Dean is not sick. Sam doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Drabble, General, Humor, Hurt/Comfort(ish), Dean & Sam, PG with 240 words. For my sister.

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( Dude, I am not taking these. )

At the start of the year, I set a new writing goal for myself, in an attempt to encourage myself to write at least a little bit each week. I wanted to ease back into it, since the last thing I had written was for a five year old, so I thought I'd start with a little drabble.

This is the first thing I wrote for the year 2012. I thought it appropriate that it be the first thing I post as well. I enjoy thinking about Castiel becoming human and in this case, it was interesting to explore a little bit how the Winchesters feel about it.

Gen, Altered-Reality, Angel-Turned-Human, Angst, Hurt/Comfort with Dean, Castiel & Sam. Rated PG and 571 words. Summary: Cas sleeps now and Dean is struck by what that means.

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( The first night Castiel ever slept as a human, he fell asleep in a chair at a dingy motel table with research books laid open all around him. )

As my birthday gift to all of you, I wrote some Wee!chesters. I wanted something that also had to do with "The Lord of the Rings", because it is my hobbit coming-of-age and because LotR was my first online fandom that I wrote fic in. (I also started almost right out in "The West Wing", but that didn't really fit in here).

So I managed to write my current fandom, "Supernatural", while honoring my first fandom, "The Lord of the Rings", and I even threw in a reference to "The A-Team", for which I wrote my first fanfic when I was seven years old.

This is Wee!chesters and filled with Dean's angst. Or teenage emo-ness, if you will. Beware - There are spoilers for "The Lord of the Rings" in here, but absolutely no knowledge of that book/movie is required to read this! Inspired by the following quotes: “Don’t you leave him! they said to me." and "And what do you think my job is?".

Summary: Dean is upset about something. Sam is determined to find out what. PG, Gen, Wee!chesters & 1,236 words.

Dedication: To all my LJ Friends. It’s been a year since I came to this wonderful land called LiveJournal and it has been a fantastic journey, mostly in thanks to all of you. So in honor of my hobbit coming-of-age and in the great tradition of hobbits everywhere, I give to you all this mathom. Enjoy!

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( Sam was nine, he wasn’t stupid. )

It's a Supernatural/Firefly Crossover! It's Cas-centric. This is the first time I have ever done a full-on Cas POV. It made for a different writing style than I am used to, trying to capture his voice - but it flowed pretty easily, which is a good sign, I hope.

I'm a firm believer in considering something "General" if it isn't about the romance - but there is an undercurrent of slash - (with all my favorite guys in the same place, it was bound to happen) - and a het romance for Castiel - (if you want to know what it is, it's under Characters/Pairings in the Header Info). The story itself is more about Cas' journey - not quite an angel, not quite a human, and stuck in the Black.

I wrote this halfway through season Five of Supernatural. The Apocalypse hadn't happened yet - so let's say post-horrific-and-angsty-apocalypse AU for all three boys. Firefly timeline is set between the end of the series and the beginning of the movie - (read: no Book, because Book meets Castiel is a whole different story).


Castiel is being swallowed by The Black and losing his Heaven. Also, they’re on the Firefly ship. PG-13. 4,628 words. Totally written for The Guy Cousin, because he deserves Serenity.

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( It had started about three days into their trip. It got worse every day. The farther into the Black they went, the less of Heaven he could feel. It was slipping away from him and Castiel found himself desiring more and more mortal things. )

So, now that Thanksgiving weekend is officially over, I finally have a chance to post this fic. :) I know, I know, the title is not all that original, but what else was I going to call this? Dedicated to The Nephew!

Sam is four & Dean is eight. It’s Thanksgiving at Bobby’s house and there are pretend FBI badges, vegetarians, church clothes and turkey drawings. Also, there is family and brothers and, yes, pie. Warning for cute-kid-squee. 4,508 words.

This was loads of fun to write. Enjoy!

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( And then the turkey said you like to eat me? And my family? I’ll eat you and your family! and chased them down the street. And for dinner, Tom the Turkey set a fine dinner of potatoes and corn and biscuits…and little boy belly! The end. )

( Now, I give you Wee!chester icons! )