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Title: I bought a cheap watch from a crazy man, floating down Canal
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Jimmy Buffet
Warnings: takes place during Hurricane Katrina; spoiler for season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 385
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean, "I was working my own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans."


A hunt led Dean to New Orleans, late in August. It seemed easy at first, but then things got a bit twisted, and Dean wasn't paying attention to the news. He noticed people leaving steadily, more every day, and then--

Well. He'll always remember that moment. He'd finished his hunt early that morning, and he was sleeping when rain lashing against the window woke him. It was an abandoned house and he watched through the window as it stormed outside.

And then the street began to flood. The water just kept coming, so Dean moved to the second floor. When that didn't actually help because more water poured in, he went through a broken window onto the roof.

He looked around and all he saw was water. He heard screaming from the next house over, so he hopped the roof and found a way in.

For the next three days, he searched out people in the neighboring houses and helped them onto roofs, gave them whatever food he could find. He was ecstatic that he'd left the Impala with Bobby for the duration of this hunt, and even happy that her engine had that unexplained grumble.

When the guys with boats came, Dean made everyone else go first. He even convinced one of them to take the four dogs and three cats he'd been looking out for.

As people were brought to the Superdome, Dean stayed with the boats, determined to help. It was all so crazy, and he wanted Dad there. Dad could've taken charge, kept everyone sane and on target, and Dean actually shot a guy who attacked someone on his crew. He'll never set in a helicoptor again, that's for damned sure.

Dean stayed in New Orleans until Rita, and then he just... he had to leave. He went north to Bobby's, and there he rested, for the first time in a month. Bobby asked no questions and Dean offered no explanations.

When he got Dad's voicemail, he drove to Stanford and hoped that maybe getting back on the horse would make the nightmares go away.

Eventually, his nightmares about storms and planes and boats and dead bodies floating down the street would be replaced by nightmares about razors and screaming and fire. He's not sure which is worse.

Title: what's real and what's not, and what's lost but never found
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series; an allegory; spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 110
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean, fate comes knocking on this stone-cold door.

When Dean was very young (knee-high and following Mama around the kitchen), he had a stuffed bear named Destiny. Mary found the bear at the same garage sale she got the cherub figurine from, and it slept in Dean's crib until he was old enough to carry it places and leave it in the dirt. Mary washed and scrubbed that bear a thousand times, but it never ripped or lost its fur.

Dean's favorite book as a child was The Velveteen Rabbit. He kept waiting for Destiny to awaken and talk to him.

The bear burned in Sam's nursery with Mama and Dean never had another stuffed toy.


Title: from thy pathless wilds
Fandom: Gundam Wing Mobile Suit
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Holmes
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Trowa/Quatre
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Quatre Winner/Trowa Barton, Making it work after the war

It is different in peace. No longer does fear and anxiety accompany every interaction; no longer does Quatre wait for the death-blow to fall. Everything is new.

Quatre returns to his family and Trowa goes to the circus and months pass. Quatre keeps up with all of his fellow pilots, helping where he can.

Months pass and all of them send him their gundams save Wufei. Another war erupts only to be put down, and soon there are no more gundams.

Seeing Trowa face to face... oh, Quatre longs for him. But Trowa is not for boardrooms or close scrutiny. And though that is the world Quatre has been groomed for all his life… in all honesty, it is not his place. He is a warrior. He has more than enough sisters who want command, and he is happy to let them have it.

Trowa does not return to the circus. Instead, he begins to travel the world, and Quatre smiles at his side.


Title: learn to dream a little bigger, darling
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 125
Point of view: third
Prompt: Alistair/Dean, show you a few new tricks

Alistair has been a demon since he fell in the first war. The thing is, angels have no imagination and demons are just fallen angels. Alistair knows how to make souls hurt, but he's been doing it the same way for millennia.

Dean is no angel, even if he might one day house one. And he spends thirty years laughing at Alistair, being a smartass, offering tidbits about how Alistair might improve his technique. No one has ever spoken to Alistair like that, not even Lucifer.

Dean is no angel, and he's a new kind of demon. And finally, when he's grown bored of being on the rack, he says yes to Alistair's snarled question.

And Alistair learns, watching Dean work, that humans have imagination to spare.


Title: most important meal of the day
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series; spoilers for season 5
Pairings: mentions of John/Mary
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 290
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean, Mary, breakfast with Mommy
Notes: this started out as fluff; it ended up kinda angsty

First, they break the eggs into a bowl. Mama lets Dean do that part, and she laughs when it explodes, covering him in a gooey mess. Mama stirs up the parts that actually made it into the bowl, and then Dean smushes a chunk of butter in the pan.

Mama lets Dean turn the dial so that the stove heats up, but she won't let him mess with anything else until after the eggs are cooked.

Dean gets to push the bread into the toaster and turn it on, and pick out the jelly, too. He chooses strawberry, 'cause that's Mama's favorite.

He settles down to watch the toaster while Mama portions out the eggs onto plates. When the toast pops up, Dean tries to grab it, but Mama catches him and grabs it herself.

She butters the toast, but lets Dean slather the jelly onto the bread. She asks him to carry the bowl of sliced strawberries to the table and sets his plate of toast and eggs at his place. He waits until she's settled their cups of milk (chocolate, for him) and her own plate of breakfast, and then she tells him to pick out the strawberries he wants.

Daddy's asleep because he had the late shift again, so Mama sets aside some for him.

"And now, baby boy," Mama says, "let's eat."

He doesn't wait for the prayer, because Mama doesn't pray. Daddy does, sometimes, but Mama hardly ever does, even though there's an angel in Dean's room.

The angel says his name is Michael, and that he and Dean will be best friends one day.

Mama smiles at him from across the table; Dean knows his mama is the most beautiful woman in the world.


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 14th, 2010 05:52 pm (UTC)
You know, I think that first one is the only fic I've ever seen that actually addresses Dean having been in New Orleans circa Katrina?

That last one is so cute. Until the end when it goes all creepy.
Oct. 14th, 2010 06:15 pm (UTC)
I wrote another, longer one that lacks a happy ending, but I don't think I've ever seen anyone else write Dean in New Orleans.

That last one started out as pure fluff, and then the creepiness popped up and said mine.

Thanks for reading!
Oct. 15th, 2010 05:12 am (UTC)
Dean in New Orleans! And I'm picturing him meeting Anderson Cooper, talking to him ... :))

And he spends thirty years laughing at Alistair, being a smartass, offering tidbits about how Alistair might improve his technique

That's just so very Dean.

Love the last one so very much. And this made me shiver a little - The angel says his name is Michael, and that he and Dean will be best friends one day.

Oct. 15th, 2010 01:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Oct. 15th, 2010 02:23 pm (UTC)
Dean, in New Orleans-he ~so would be like that, rescuing people...and looking after a little pack of dogs and cats. :D

Good point, too, that disasters don't have to be supernatural to be just as haunting.

I like the way you make your Alistair/Dean so sad, underneath-Alistair misses his boy. He loves him, in his own dark, twisted way, and in your fics, I always wish they'd be together.
Oct. 15th, 2010 06:54 pm (UTC)

Thank you for reading!
Oct. 15th, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC)
Intriguing snippets.
Oct. 15th, 2010 11:03 pm (UTC)
Oct. 16th, 2010 05:13 pm (UTC)
Oh that one in New Orleans! So perfect, so fitting, I just really can believe it. GREAT job!!
Oct. 16th, 2010 09:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
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