A few comment-fics.
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chickenery) along with all my comments due to some privacy concerns. I'd posted some comment-fics here and elsewhere, and I feel bad that they're all gone now--so I'm reposting them here, under my new journal. They're all hurt/sick/anguished!Dean (or some variation thereof), so please enjoy.
Title: A Fine Destination
Pairing: None. Gen.
Warnings: Some mentions of nausea and vomiting.
Summary: Comment-fic based on this prompt:
Dean, flu/cold thing. Hits him fast and hits him hard, during a case. One minute Dean's feeling fine, then he starts to feel a little off, then a lot off, then BAM, he's suddenly feeling craptastic, all fevery and achy and sneezy and Sam is just like 'Dude...wtf? You were fine 20 minutes ago...'. Basically just Dean's misery in technicolor detail. Because I like it SO HARD.
This fic was originally found here.
Title: Dear heart, how like you this?
Pairing: Offscreen Dean/OMC.
Warnings: Hooker!fic; very vague mentions of underage.
Summary: Comment-fic based on this prompt:
Gen. Wee!hooker!Dean. Adult!Sam somehow finds out that on a handful of occasions, back when they were young and John left them behind to go on a hunt, they'd run out of money and Dean had to hit the streets to make ends meet. He never told anyone, because at the age of twelve John expected him to take care of Sammy, and this was one way of doing it. Cue adult!Sam being suitably horrified at this revelation - I want confrontation and angst that, if possible, ends in fluffy brotherly schmoop.
This fic was originally found here.
Title: Whatever sleep it is
Pairing: None. Gen.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Comment-fic based on this prompt:
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now
H/C is open to interpretation (broken bone/fracture from falling off a ladder? poison apple? pagan god torching gone awry? depression? death!fic?) but if there was a fic that had the same kind of aaaaaaaaaaaaangst this poem evokes would be A+ and I would love you forever.
This fic was originally found here.
Title: Kirei
Pairings: Vague Dean/Alistair.
Warnings: Mentions of torture; graphic imagery.
Summary: Comment-fic based on this prompt:
"Am I pretty?" The slit-mouth woman asked.
Dean knew better than to answer so he watched the blood drip from her mutilated mouth.
Kuchisake-onna.
This fic was originally found here.
Edited to make this entry a little smaller.
chickenery) along with all my comments due to some privacy concerns. I'd posted some comment-fics here and elsewhere, and I feel bad that they're all gone now--so I'm reposting them here, under my new journal. They're all hurt/sick/anguished!Dean (or some variation thereof), so please enjoy.Title: A Fine Destination
Pairing: None. Gen.
Warnings: Some mentions of nausea and vomiting.
Summary: Comment-fic based on this prompt:
Dean, flu/cold thing. Hits him fast and hits him hard, during a case. One minute Dean's feeling fine, then he starts to feel a little off, then a lot off, then BAM, he's suddenly feeling craptastic, all fevery and achy and sneezy and Sam is just like 'Dude...wtf? You were fine 20 minutes ago...'. Basically just Dean's misery in technicolor detail. Because I like it SO HARD.
This fic was originally found here.
Title: Dear heart, how like you this?
Pairing: Offscreen Dean/OMC.
Warnings: Hooker!fic; very vague mentions of underage.
Summary: Comment-fic based on this prompt:
Gen. Wee!hooker!Dean. Adult!Sam somehow finds out that on a handful of occasions, back when they were young and John left them behind to go on a hunt, they'd run out of money and Dean had to hit the streets to make ends meet. He never told anyone, because at the age of twelve John expected him to take care of Sammy, and this was one way of doing it. Cue adult!Sam being suitably horrified at this revelation - I want confrontation and angst that, if possible, ends in fluffy brotherly schmoop.
This fic was originally found here.
Title: Whatever sleep it is
Pairing: None. Gen.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Comment-fic based on this prompt:
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now
H/C is open to interpretation (broken bone/fracture from falling off a ladder? poison apple? pagan god torching gone awry? depression? death!fic?) but if there was a fic that had the same kind of aaaaaaaaaaaaangst this poem evokes would be A+ and I would love you forever.
This fic was originally found here.
Title: Kirei
Pairings: Vague Dean/Alistair.
Warnings: Mentions of torture; graphic imagery.
Summary: Comment-fic based on this prompt:
"Am I pretty?" The slit-mouth woman asked.
Dean knew better than to answer so he watched the blood drip from her mutilated mouth.
Kuchisake-onna.
This fic was originally found here.
Edited to make this entry a little smaller.
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