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Posted in reverse chronological order, which hopefully means the ones at the top of the list are better. :-) Right now it's all Supernatural. No warnings unless specifically noted. All are gen, cause that's what I do.

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Title: Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Genre: Gen, angst
Length: About 3100 words
Rating: Light R or hard PG
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Spoilers: Mentions events that happened at the end of S12
Warnings: Language and a little bit of violent imagery
Author's Notes: My first attempt at Summergen! When I saw that my recipient was [profile] crowroad3, I was both overjoyed (because I'm such a huge fan) and horrified (because what could I write that would be worthy?) Thank you, my friend, for the fabulous prompts, and for being such an inspiration in general. Thanks also to the [community profile] spn_summergen mods for running this challenge, which I know takes much time and dedication and blood and sweat and tears, and to every other participant, for providing so much awesome gen fic and Art that I still haven't quite worked my way completely through, and thanks also to my darling speedy beta, [profile] manzanita_crow.
Synopsis: Something bad happens when you break a blood oath with a reaper. Sam and Dean have to fix it.


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They leave the Impala at the Timber Lake Trailhead. Dean slams the trunk closed, shoulders his pack, and raises his eyebrows at Sam, as if to ask you sure about this? Sam shrugs. He's as sure as he'll ever be. It's not like there's anyone they can ask. Not like he has one of the most powerful witches in existence on speed dial any more. Not like there's any real way of knowing if this is going to work, if the weeks of sweat and blood prepping for this are actually going to pay off.

He unfolds the map and lays it across the trunk. "If we head straight east, we'll pick up Route 34 at Farview Curve, and we'll miss all this." Sam runs a finger along the switchback twists and hairpin turns of a section of Route 34. "Or we can go northeast, between these two creeks. It will take a little longer, since we'll have to backtrack some once we get to the road, but we won't have to cross a creek without a bridge."

Dean squints up at the cold morning sky, down at the frozen ground. Scuffs at the hard crust of snow with his boot. "Creek's probably frozen, don't you think?"

"Yeah. Okay. East it is." Sam folds the map and keeps his face neutral. Doesn't want to reveal how relieved he is that Dean actually... spoke. Contributed. Acted like he gives a shit, about this job or literally anything else. He threads his arms through the straps of his own pack, checks his compass, and starts down the slope away from the trailhead.

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And now, let me put in a plug for the story that was written for my own prompt. After S10 ended with Dean killing Death, I got a plot bunny where Dean actually killed Sam, and Death put him away in the promised mysterious safe place, and then stuff happened. But I didn't know what to do with it, so I put it away and eventually submitted it as a Summergen prompt. [personal profile] tifaching ran with it and took it to some unexpected places and I don't want to give away any details, because I want you to experience the lovely way it unfolds. But I do want you to read it, because it's awesome! Please check out Message in a Bottle and show some love!
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Untitled Schmoopy ficlet
Genre:
Het
Length: About 1200
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: Some time ago I wrote this as a birthday gift for the amazing themegalosaurus on Tumblr, since she and I share a love for this particular ship, and for one reason or another I never posted it anywhere else. But now I am.



When he walks into the coffee shop, it takes him a few moments to adjust to the dim light, which gives her plenty of time to drink him in. He really is that tall, and that broad - she had almost convinced herself that she’d imagined those shoulders. His hair is longer, and there are a few new wrinkles around his eyes. But there’s something else different about him, something almost imperceptible, that she can’t really describe. Like he’s lost something - some kind of confidence or faith in himself, and oh crap, she’s really getting carried away, psychoanalyzing the guy who just looks like he’s missing something because he’s scanning the shop looking for the stranger who emailed him.

(A tiny piece of her heart notices his ring finger is still bare. She tells it to shut up.)

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Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
Genre: Gen, h/c, angst
Length: About 1600 words
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: A kind of remix of With Gravy, a season 2 fic by the amazing kalliel, which you need to read first. Basically, I read her story and knew I had to hear Sam's side. (It's not as good as Dean's side, because seriously, she's amazing.)



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Sam switches off with Mariana. Estimates she can go five minutes, tops, before slowing down to the point of ineffectiveness, to the point where he takes over again.

It's just numbers; 100 to 120 beats per minute. "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees sets the perfect rhythm. It's all right, it's okay; I'll live to see another day.

She stops to give rescue breaths, and Sam wants to tell her not to, that it will tire her out faster, that it's actually more effective to do hands-only CPR. But he's not going to tell her how to keep her husband alive. He gets up to tap her shoulder, to take over, to get back into his rhythm. Life going nowhere, somebody help me, somebody help me yeah.
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No, I'm not going to pay you big bucks for hosting my photos. I thought that was why I had your ads in my face all the time. Fuck. I guess all my old posts are going to look a little weird now.
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Just when you were starting to doubt that this is a great time to be alive, it looks like we might be getting that Wayward Daughters spinoff after all. (Although a different site said it would be called Wayward Sisters? Pfft. You're missing the point, guys.)


They are literally so adorable I cannot stand it.

And this made me think. J2 have talked about sticking with Supernatural for "at least 300 episodes," which sounds like the 300th ep could be some kind of endpoint in their minds. And if I remember right, they'll hit this milestone in season 14? Does that sound right? (Yeah, I know, I could do the math myself, but I'm not going to.)

Anyway. Not that I want the guys to leave, but they have kids and lives and they're not going to want to split their time between Austin and Vancouver forever. But what if this is a way for them to ease out of a full-time show without leaving us altogether? What if Sam and Dean semi-retire from hunting and become advisors, Bobby Singer-style, to the Wayward Daughters? What if they just show up on a few episodes a year?

Or, even better, what if they show up on every episode, just in one brief scene? What if every episode includes a call to or from the Winchesters? The Js could film it in Austin, so they'd never have to go back to Canada. They'd only need a tiny crew. Jensen could direct. Jared could do his own hair. It'd be perfect.


I have an entire tag on Tumblr called 'please let jared style sam's hair." It is a good tag.

In fact, what if some episodes start with the boys calling the girls about a case, like Charlie's Angels? And Dean would be all, "Angels, we heard about a bunch of exsanguinations in Des Moines" and Sam would roll his eyes but would also be not-quite-so-secretly amused and Dean would get a kick out of himself. I like it.

Hello angels; this is Dean.

And furthermore, what if this phone call always shows the guys in a close-up, and when they end the call, the camera pulls back and you see that they're up to something crazy or interesting or just plain sexy in their retirement? Like shirtless deep-sea fishing or yoga (in tank tops) or rock climbing (in shorts) or getting hot stone massages (wearing nothing but tiny towels) or walking the red carpet (in tuxedos) or oh! Imagine them saying "good luck, ladies" and they hang up and the camera pulls back, way back, and it's sunset and they're on the rim of the Grand Canyon?!

Yeah, I need this.

(here's another interesting story about the spinoff.)
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Because the indefatigable [personal profile] quickreaver herself illustrated something I wrote, without being tricked into it by a Big Bang or me having to sell my soul or nothin'. This is a dream come true, guys. I stole a tiny bit for a sneak peek but you need to go check out the real deal. It is fantastic!

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Before we get started, I need to tell you that I was going through the season's recaps, looking for something I'd written earlier, and it took forever because I was compelled to re-read all of your comments. You're all so clever and funny and kind and observant. You're my family. I love you. I love all of you.



Now, let's do this!

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Sam, I know everyone is taking this day to talk about how brave you are, how kind, how compassionate, how strong, how smart, how thoughtful. And all of these things are true. But I'm here to talk about something else.

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Written for the Celebrating Sam event on [community profile] ohsam. The prompt was "field surgery." This was supposed to be from Sam’s POV, but Dean kept taking over (as he so often does when I try to write Sam), so you get both sides.

Pairings: None (gen)
Warnings: Language, whumpage
Also available on AO3

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Side A

Like many of the stupid things Sam does, it happens too quickly for Dean to stop it. Once minute he's on his ass in the damp slippery grass, fallen like a goddamn amateur, watching the spinthaak advance and hoping he can get off a shot before it rips his head off. The next minute Sam's charging between him and the spinthaak, close enough (too close too close too goddamn close) to shoot it right between the eyes. Dean sees its tail twitch forward before it goes down and he rolls out of the way, because he knows what's at the end of a spinthaak's tail. He hopes to god that Sam got out of the way in time. But a strangled cry of pain puts his heart in his throat.

Sam's on his knees, pawing at his chest, and in a second Dean's in front of him. He tries to pull his brother's trembling hands away to check for blood, because a spinthaak has pretty big fucking claws, too. "Sam. Sam! Did it get you?"

"I'm okay. Kill it." Sam bats his hands away and waves toward the spinthaak's corpse. He clutches his chest again and sinks to the ground with a groan.

"It's dead," Dean says. "You got it. You got too close, you moron! Where did it get you? Did it sting you?"

Of course it did, of course it did, because nothing but a spinthaak's sting would put him in this much pain. Sam's curled up on the ground, writhing, whimpering, and Dean doesn't want to think about what it takes to make his brother fucking whimper.

(But he already knows. He's had John Winchester's voice murmuring in the back of his head all morning. Spinthaak venom. Just a tiny bit in each quill, but it's one of the most painful things a human being can ever experience. Knew a fella got stung in the finger, said he'd have shot his own arm off if his friend hadn't been there to stop him. But the pain isn't what takes you out. The venom is a paralytic. The quill burrows its way to your core if you can't yank it out fast enough, gets to your heart or your diaphragm and boom, you're gone. No antivenin, no CPR. Your only hope is to get that quill out before it's out of reach. And you'll be in too much pain to get it out yourself. That's why you never hunt a spinthaak alone.)

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12.17 poll

Apr. 11th, 2017 01:32 pm
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I can't create a poll with my free DW account, so if you're on LJ, please join us over there and take the poll!

http://caranfindel.livejournal.com/135038.html
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Yes, this is very late. Real Life has been uncooperative. I don't know if anyone even cares about my opinion any more. But here it is anyway.

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Also, as you can see, I'm crossposting to Dreamwidth. I'm not leaving LJ, but I know some people are, and I want to have a presence on both sites, because it would be a goddamn tragedy if anyone missed the opportunity to read this kind of quality content. I also think it's good to have a backup.
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You can add me to your list of friends who are we mirroring our LJ pages on dream with. I'm not leaving LJ, but it seems like a good idea to have a back up plan. If you are on DW, please comment so I'll know how to find you.

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