my hands are your red carpet and your smile the flashing lights

[whynot]

For the flame, for home again by dollsome | Morgana, Arthur. How this went from boring ship to one of my favorite ships, I'm still not sure.

shades of earth by lettersandliars | Amy, Eleven, and Vincent Van Gogh. If I can't have the three of them time-traveling together, I can at least have this fic.

Tweet by Oyl Miller | "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by brevity, over-connectedness, emotionally starving for attention, dragging themselves through virtual communities at 3 am, surrounded by stale pizza and neglected dreams."

The Thousand Little Gods by zanzekiel | Dean/Cas, Gabe/Dean. Dreams, disorder, and dangerous hobbies.

Naming the Walls by shantirosa | Hindu Desichesters and Muslim Desi Harvelles written for Revenge Racebending.

Time I Was On My Way (See How They Run Remix) by essenceofmeanin | Dean, John, Sam. Five times Dean does drugs.

Days Without Feathers by pyrebi | Jess's mom POV, and all the horror and heartbreak that entails.

O Drom si Baro (The Road is Long) by keerawa | Romachesters written for Revenge Racebending.

Vid: Out of My Mind | THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE DEAN AWAY HA HA HO HO HEE HEE

Impossible to Tell by candle_beck | Dean/John-ish, Dean/Sam. Hello there, heretofore unknown daddycest kink.



Okay, I don't write a lot of porn, but I feel like trying my hand it again. Dear readers, if you would kindly comment with a Supernatural ship any Supernatural ship, including crossover ones, I will strive to reply with a pornlet.

[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/31344.html | comments]

Comments

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

I will non-porn Dean/Susan for you, Betsy. <3


Cassie is still a fresh wound when Dean meets Susan, and to his great shame, he ends up talking to her about Sam instead of trying to sleep with her. He's so shitty at rebounds, he swears to fucking god. He's not very good at distractions. Dean has been raised from day one to pay attention to absence and pain.

They start arguing around the third drink.

"People grow up," she shrugs. "What else would you have them do? Cling to childhood fantasies? Close themselves off from the world?"

"It's not fantasy," Dean spits out. He really wishes she'd stop using that word. "It's family. It's duty."

"Duty to what?"

"To family, man. And the family business."

Susan stirs her whiskey sour. "What business are you in again?"

"I'm in the goddamn mafia, what does it matter what business I'm in?"

She raises her eyebrows. "Touchy. Tell me, Dean, you've never had duty betray you?"

"What are you talking about?" he mutters.

"Someone gives you a blessing. They say to you, this is for you, you are for this. You give it your all, and sometimes you can't tell if it's because you want to or because it's just how it's meant to be."

"I don't believe in destiny, Sue," Dean smirks.

She frowns. "Don't call me Sue."

"Just don't call you late for dinner, huh?"

"What?" But Susan shrugs him off, continues, "So you give it your all. You're told, give to it and it will give to you."

"Lady, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't call me lady."

"Well, jesus, what should I call you, then? 'Your highness'?"

And she smiles. "That's a start."

+

"What I'm saying," Susan says, and Dean looks down at her hand when she covers his, "is let go."

The reply slips out of him before he can stop himself, crackly and hoarse and ashamed. "I can't."

+

In front of the bar, they prepare to part ways, maybe.

"You sure you'll be okay?" Dean asks, 'cause he may be drunk right now, but he can be a gentleman if he wants to. "Don't want to leave you alone. Uh. I mean, this isn't a bar where the good tourists go."

Susan laughs. "I'll be fine. I'm waiting for a friend. What about you? Will you be all right?"

"My motel's just up the road, I can walk."

"That's good." She reaches up and straightens his hair with a card of her fingers, and the gesture surprises him.

"Not very nice of your friend," Dean says, "keeping you waiting like this."

"What can I say? She's a busy girl."

"She?"

"And I had you company." Susan smiles, and Dean wonders if he should kiss her. And then her face lights up, and she says, "There she is!"

Dean turns around as Susan says goodbye to him, and he spots a silhouette standing just outside the circle of streetlight. He can't make out much in the gloom, only the vague gleam of red hair, fluttering in the breeze.

"You take care of yourself, Dean," Susan says, and when he turns to look back at her, she leans in and brushes her lips against his. "Know when to let go," she whispers, and then she smiles, and Dean blinks.

"See ya," Dean says, feeling stupid, watching her jog to her friend.

Dean looks back at the bar door. It's not that late yet, he can squeeze in a couple more drinks. Maybe he can play some pool, make some money, salvage the night. Images of Cassie ghost through his mind, and Dean thinks yeah, another drink. Hey, maybe instead of pool, Susan and her friend can join him for even more booze, and he turns around to call out to her, but to his surprise, the street is empty.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

OMG YOU ARE THE MOST AWESOME. Susan/Anna AND Susan/Dean? It is like Christmaaaas! <333333 the street is emptyyyy. she straightens his hair! omg, Susan cannot stop being a big sister ever, can she? he's in the goddamn mafia! this is just so wonderful! thank youuuuu.

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

Think of it as TimeLord!Anna and companion!Susan traveling through space-time trying to fix the universe. YOU are wonderful and thank YOU. <3

[vanitashaze.livejournal.com]

SUSAN/ANNA <3 <3 <3

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

They are my crossover OTP. <3 <3 <3 <3

[vanitashaze.livejournal.com]

The world needs more Anna femmeslash!

[animus-wyrmis.livejournal.com]

DEAN AND SUSAN AND STOLEN DESTINY OMFG. Also, ANNA/SUSAN YES.

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

I HAVE ANNA/SUSAN ALL PLOTTED OUT IN MY HEAD, I JUST NEED TO WRITE IT SOMEDAY

[animus-wyrmis.livejournal.com]

WHAT TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT.

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

Check out this Susan/Jadis drabble: http://slippery-fish.livejournal.com/1744121.html?thread=9590777

I started commentficcing this with Betsy, I wish I had the link. But okay. SO. It's after the train crash right, Susan is going about her life when suddenly this girl with red hair like MAGICALLY APPEARS.

"Susan!" she says. "Hi, how's your foot doing?"

Susan blinks. "Do I know you?"

And the girl's smile falters, but then an "oh" look comes on her face and she asks, "What's the date?"

"The 21st."

"Oh. Well, that explains it." Anna's still trying to get the hang of time-jumping (PRACTICING FOR TIME-JUMPING TO THE 70s FOR WINCHESTER-KILILNG MAYBE?), and she overshot a couple of days. "Anyway. I look forward to meeting you tomorrow."

Next morning, someone steps on Susan's foot on the way to work.

Susan meets Anna, they have Deep Sad Convos. Anna comes and goes. Susan never asks her to stay. But sometimes Anna stays. Maybe Anna also takes Susan to the moon? Somehow it comes out that Anna's an angel. That part is important, because then this needs to happen:

Anna takes Susan to the train station, a few years ago. She picks out her siblings easily in the crowd, so easily. Anna hangs back. Lucy spots Susan first, of course. "Susan!" she yells happily, and Edmund and Peter turn around.

"You came after all," Peter says, and that grin, it takes Susan apart. But steady now.

"Of course," Susan says, and she's trying not to cryyyyyy.

Peter can tell. "We'll be back soon, silly girl."

Susan says she knows, she knows.

She straightens Peter's lapels. She fixes Edmund's cap even as Edmund rolls her eyes and tries to twist away, and then she smooths down Lucy's hair. She says goodbye.

Anna, at the corner of Susan's eye. She nods and holds out her hand: it's time to go.

"We'll see you soon, Su," Peter says, and Susan just nods, smiles brittly. She takes Anna's hand as a group of nuns walk by, and when they've gone, so are Susan and Anna, and in the distance, a train whistle sounds.

[animus-wyrmis.livejournal.com]

omfg su/jadis! surprise narnia pairing that I secretly kind of love.

WHAT.

LASS I AM IN TOO MUCH AWE AND LOVE AND !!!! TO THINK PROPERLY.

Oh god how heartbreaking! They go to the station. You came after all and she says goodbye and can I also say how much I love that Susan's wish is to be able to say goodbye to them, not to be able to die with them? Because the mistake was having her family get killed, not not dying herself.

I bet she and Anna have *lots* to talk about when they talk about God.