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This is a (very D:) belated birthday gift for the endlessly splendid august_monsoon! I'm sorry this is super late ;______; but know that I adoooore you and you are one of the sweetest ever, and your art never fails to blow me away. <3333 Please have this Team Free Will shmoop. I hope you're having a wonderful weekend!

Thank you to callowyn for betareading. Title is from "Over Our Heads" by Zero 7.


Light Keeps Passing Through
Supernatural. Dean/Cas, Sam. R. Spoilers through 5x14.
Set after the events of 'My Bloody Valentine'. "It's not so impossible." ~2200 words

( I think there's a lake somewhere up here. )

spn_summergen reveals are up! To my surprise and delight, I ended up writing for jaimeykay, who gave some really wonderful prompts. (Check them out in the free-for-all.) I would've been happy to write any number of them, but this one caught my eye in particular.

I was reading Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead during the writing process, so even while I was editing, I couldn't help but parse Dean Smith and 2014!Cas's story through this lens. It's pretty much what Dean Smith and 2014!Cas are - accessories to someone else's plot, left to deal with the consequences of the story long after their cameos are over. ...In retrospect, that probably would've made a better summary than what I actually put down. OH WELL.


Title: Slipping Off the Map
Rating: PG13
Characters: Dean Smith, 2014!Cas, Jo
Warnings: depictions of substance abuse withdrawal
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt, "Dean Smith with 2014!Castiel." Thank you to maerhys for fielding my questions, and to chibifrieza for betareading.
Word Count: ~5000
Summary: Set after the events of 2014!5x04 and Sandover!4x17. "It's no one's world, man. There is no world. It ended, or did you miss that memo?"

When I say run, you run. Understand?

And here is my second and last Blindfold fill, which is like the complete polar opposite of my other fill. Prompt: "Teen!Sam realizes he has a crush on his older brother and is horrified at himself for being such a freak. Cue all the sexually explicit fantasies that Sam jerks off too. Basically I just want desperate, pining, frustrated Sam. " Sam's 17 in this fic.


The Evening Splits in Half
SPN. Sam/Dean, in Sam's head. NC17. Warning: masturbation fantasies containing dubious consent.
"Sam has a catalog of images." ~1700 words

( Keep it together, Winchester. )

I wrote some Jensen/Misha for nyoka, the summary of which is possibly "Castiel's love for Dean is so great, it breaks fourth walls!" It's 700ish words of US(ish)T, so I just opted to post it to the comm directly. You can read it here. I await your Sebastian/Misha, Nyoka! ;)

And now for more shortfic.


Outlines
Supernatural. Lisa/Dean. PG13. Spoilers through S5.
Set early during the year between S5 and S6. ~470 words

( a tendency to talk in negative spaces )

I have no internet at home for the next couple of weeks, so HELLO NET CAFE YOU ARE MY NEW BFF. First order of business: Novakcest. callowyn posted about when Jimmy met Amelia, and glassyskies wrote Half the gravity, which is about the time Jacob and Jimmy got drunk together in high school. ALL THE HEARTS IN ALL MY THOUSAND EYES.

Now this next thing, I'm not sure whether I should crosspost it to deancastiel or gid_hanasheh, so... yeah, that's the kind of thing it is. It's a compilation of the bits and scraps of feeeliiings that the finale shook out of me. It's pre-Dean/Cas, I guess, or maybe it's straight-up Dean/Cas? But maybe feel free to put on your gen goggles and squint? Because whether it's romantic or not is beside the point? IDK, maybe I won't crosspost it anywhere because what the hell is this even.


some thoughts
on elephants, myths, alternate universes, and the weather. Castiel and Dean in season six. 570 words.

( the stars don't care for constellations / but at night orion reaches for the same horizon i do )

What's this? What's this? A commentfic/art meme at sassy_otp and a multifandom dystopia commentmeme at random_dystopia? GDI, internet, why won't you let me write my summergen in peace?

Being that the finale is in 14 hours, I guess I should post this 6x20 coda already. Or maybe it's a 6x20 reprise? Either way, it was mainly caused by staring at these graphics until my heart threatened to crawl out my chest and die weeping on the floor.


Not On Any Map
Supernatural. Dean, Castiel. G. Spoilers through 6x20. 330ish words.

( You are not each other's assumptions. )

I wrote this listening to Imogen Heap's "2-1" and its instrumental version on a loop. Then again, I think I did everything in the past couple of days listening to these songs on a loop. (Why yes, it is that vid's fault.)

There are two ways to summarize this fic. One is with Sherod Santos's translation of Sappho:

As if yoked to twin swans a bronze carriage
hauled you back aslant the black earth
(the night air winded from its wing-beat rush),

you showed up breathless at my bedroom door
to ask again, How am I hurt?
What new heartache have I summoned you for?

The other is "Cas is a creeping creeper who creeps."

In conclusion, blame Edlund.


Interim
Supernatural. Castiel, Dean, Braedens, Rachel, Crowley. PG13. Spoilers for 6x20. Thank you to callowyn for betareading.
Set during the year before S6. ~1700 words

( They exist in his mind not as holy writ, but as memory - tangible, specific, and warm to the touch. )

PARKS & REC FANS, and even non-fans: Tom Haverfoods. TOM <3333 but also EEEEVERYONE <333333 really, everyone in this show is the best. ( Brief remarks on the 'Soulmates' episode. )

Also, I've watched up to ep 12 on the SPN anime and ( I have thoughts. )

And lastly, a D/C snippet smilla02 made me write because she knows what's good for me <3. It's so short that I just posted it straight to deancastiel. I keep wanting to write post-Frontierland D/C but MAN it seems like these last few episodes are going to reveal so much that I hesitate to start anything for fear of being immediately jossed.

Summoning
Supernatural. Dean/Castiel. PG13.
The past year has not been kind to either of them. ~339 words

It's 3 AM and he isn't answering your prayers.


Oh and hey, while it's still poetry month, Margaret Atwood contemplates the evolution of Dean/Cas:

Eventual Proteus

I held you
through all your shifts
of structure: while your bones turned
from caved rock back to marrow,
the dangerous
fur faded to hair
the bird's cry died in your throat
the treebark paled from your skin
the leaves from your eyes

till you limped back again
to daily man:
a lounger on streetcorners
an iron-shiny garbadine
a leaner on stale tables:
at night a twitching sleeper
dreaming of crumbs and rhymes and a sagging woman
caged by a sour bed.

The early
languages are obsolete.

These days we keep
our weary distances:
sparring in the vacant spaces
of peeling rooms
and rented minutes, climbing
all the expected stairs, our voices
abraded with fatigue,
our bodies wary.

- Margaret Atwood