July 31st, 2014
|12:00 am - story index. |
Being, as the title implies, an index of stories. In theory, it is complete, but I've undoubtedly missed something. Updated 10 June 2011.
26 April 2010: fayedoll generously offered to host the stories that aren't posted on livejournal, so those should be accessible again shortly.
In the Present Tense: Max is always the one who starts it. Max/Alec, R.
Runaway: The Bride of Frankenstein is on her own. Lumen, post 5.12. PG.
Crescent: On duty and magic, or, Arthur does not believe in the Old Religion. Gen, G.
All Out of Sight: Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Or a demon, or the guy who hunts them, apparently. Sam/Dean, R.
Anabiosis: Nightmares move more quickly in the dark, but they do not require the dark in order to move. Gen, PG-13.
And Back Again: Idaho and heading south. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
And See How Well We Rhyme: They both know the danger of ritual.. Sam/Dean, nc-17.
Angles: The path of least resistance. Sam/Jessica, Sam/ofc, R.
Arson: Arizona or thereabouts. Sam/Dean, R.
As Water: They never look back. Sam/Dean, R.
Asleep From Day: When Dean was seventeen, he stole tapes from the record store. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Bad in the Blood: No wonder Dad doesn't trust him on his own. Sam/Dean, R, pre-series. (Remixed here by paxlux.)
Beyond Here: Trying to ignore Dean is like trying not to breathe or trying to keep his heart from beating. Sam/Dean, R.
Blindfold: So your eyes can't see. Sam/Dean, tangential Sam/Ruby, R.
Breathing Hard: The day Dean figures it out. Sam/Dean, R.
Brutality: She does not want to be here. Bela, unrated.
Bulletproof: Late at night, driving since noon. Sam/Dean, R.
Burn: This is what Dean wanted him to do. Sam/Ruby, NC-17.
Bury My Body: She's long since given up on growing old. Jo/Dean, Sam/Dean, R, AU.
Butterflies Instead: Sam and Jess in a bookstore, and then in California sunlight, sheets and blankets and tangles. Sam/Jess, PG-13.
By This Light: Sam and dreams of Jess and the sea. Gen, PG.
Call and Answer: It's time to make this something that is more than only fair. Gen, R.
Camouflage: He is not the kind of person who does this. Sam/ofcs, NC-17.
Cardinal: "I've been having dreams," he says. Sam/ofc, NC-17.
Cartography: She led him through a twist of trees, and gladly, unquestioningly, he followed. Dean/ofc, PG-13.
Chain: There comes a time when you've got to cut your losses or go crazy trying to keep up. Gen, PG.
Cheap Shot: Any minute now, Dean's going to say something, and it's the waiting that's killing Sam. Sam/Dean, NC-17.
Circumnavigation: And this is an old fight, not the first time they've had it. Sam/Dean, R.
Coin: The age of miracles has passed. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Compass: It is the first week of November, and he is walking, and he cannot remember why. Sam/ofc, R.
Cover Me: Sam and Dean in Vegas. Sam/Dean, PG. (Remixed here by iwrotethissong.)
Cracked: It's not about him. It's about Sam. Sam/Dean, R.
Cradle:It would hurt that much more when he realized his mistake. A remix (cover version?) of paxlux's "Riptide." Sam/Dean, R.
Cut with Salt and Sun: Midsummer and it hasn't rained for two weeks. Sam/Dean, R.
Delilah, Descending: She's in his blood, but Dean was there first. Dean/Ruby, Sam/Ruby, NC-17.
Down: There's always going to be something else to hunt. Sam/Dean, preseries, R.
Drowning: On fairy tales for girls. Dean/Lisa, PG.
Each in Falling: Sam and Dean and sacrifices in the fall. Gen, R.
Early Darkness: They have been travelling old roads. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Elegy: He sees her the first time at sixteen, though he does not meet her then, nor know her. Sam/ofc, R.
Elsebound: John and Dean when Sam is away. Gen, PG.
Familiar: Dean and a werewolf hunt. Dean/ofc, R.
First Recollection: On learning to live forever. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Floorboard Blues: They are tramping through night-black forest. Sam/ofc, R.
From Ashes: Maybe they would be okay, all the same. Sam/Dean, R.
Head On: And then, just like that, Dean falls. Sam/Dean, R.
Highway Kind: You were right about the end. Dean/ofc, PG.
Homesick: Sam is leaving, and taking with him the long hot summer of their lives. Sam/Dean, PG-13, pre-series.
Horses: She always did like fire. Sam/Jo/Dean, R.
How to Live Through the Epilogue: So the thing about endings is that they don't really exist. Gen, post 5.22. R.
Like Innocence: He has been dreaming lately of Mary. John/Mary, PG.
Love Letter: It's almost fall and Sam hasn't said anything about leaving. Sam/Dean, NC-17.
Money's Worth: He can't do this forever. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
A New Front Page Sky: Jo, Sam, and Dean, and a haunted amusement park. AU. Jo/Dean, R.
No Birds Today: Ten months as of last week. Sam/Dean, NC-17.
No Sudden Movements: Three thousand miles to get here. The map's smearing in the rain. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Noir: The boundaries of Sam's universe have begun to blur. Sam/Dean, PG.
Nursery Rhymes in Braille: They took the wrong road, but they didn't get lost. Gen, PG-13.
Or Else: Grew up fast, grew up hard. Sam/Jo/Dean, R.
Orison: Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose. A remix of iwrotethissong's "Clean." Dean/Castiel, PG.
Parallax: He could make this a dream, maybe. Sam/Dean, R.
Patchwork: They're meant to save each other. That's how this goes. If he doesn't have that, what's the point? Gen, early season six, R.
Quicksand: Dean started it. Sam/Dean, NC-17. (Remixed here by iwrotethissong.)
Rebound: It's the landing that kills you. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Redefinition: It's a good thing Sam's the only one he ever does this for. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Ringing Pavlov's Bell: From Palo Alto to a cabin so far out, nobody should be able to find it. Dean in flashes, all through S1. Gen, PG-13.
Say the West is a Story: "You think we can do this?" Sam asks. Sam/Dean, R. (Remixed here by iwrotethissong.)
Sell Your Baseball Cards to Pay the Rent: Seriously, this is the best thing that's happened all week. Sam/Dean, R.
Sheol: The night before had been black. Sam/Dean, R.
Shoot Out the Lights: Sam left Dean when he was eighteen and Dean was twenty-two, and it didn't rain for a week after. Sam/Dean, R.
Sieves for Dust: He does not look over his shoulder when he goes after his brother. Dean/ofc, Dean/Sam, R, pre-series.
Spark: Damaged, he said. Dean/Bela, NC-17.
Sugar: He did not fall. Castiel, PG.
Tinder: The sky is bright as razors, and just as sharp. Sam/Dean, PG.
That Karma Thing: Bite me, Cthulhu. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Thirty Miles: It's been three months, Sam says. Sam/Dean, R.
To the Valley Below: They're in Seattle looking for a necromancer with a taste for blood. Sam/Dean, R.
Two Shots to the Head: Spend half your life trying to turn the other half around. Sam/Dean, R.
Undertow: Sam and Dean look for ghosts in a Montana hotel. Sam/Dean, R.
Untitled: Or, how to tell your brother you love him, while driving across the country, by Sam Winchester, age 23. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Untitled: Wish today was just like every other day. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Untitled (Dean and angels): So Dean's got a thing about angels. Sam/Ruby, R.
Untitled (John): John, a photograph. PG.
Untitled (Rain): The car will be chill-damp, he knows. Sam/Dean, R.
Untitled (Revisiting): They steal holy water from churches, light candles and whisper prayers. Vaguely Sam/Dean, G.
Upon Black Earth: Of the sea and jealousy. Sam/Dean, PG-13.
Vow: Kiss me blind, somebody should. Sam/Dean/Ruby, NC-17.
Weathered: Never meant to linger here so long. Sam/Ellen, R.
Wire: Dean isn't meant to be here. Sam/Dean, preseries, R.
Sharp: Ianto remembers. Jack/Ianto, R.
Juliet: She's known superheroes her whole life. The Comedian/the Silk Spectre II, R.
Current Music: concrete blonde, "heal it up"
That, or a sign of the apocalypse. It's a difficult call. <3
|Date:||August 16th, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)|| |
Hi, I was curious as to why your story No Birds Today is a text file? I know at one point you had it posted to LJ.
|Date:||August 16th, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)|| |
p.s. just wanted to say thanks for making a fan fiction index of all your stories. :)
Oh, I recently deleted some older stories, but someone asked that I put them back up, so now they are in one (hopefully) easily-accessible location.
Thank you! I hope it is useful. :)
|Date:||August 22nd, 2009 02:54 am (UTC)|| |
Thank you for providing a roundup of your wonderful fics! I've seen recs for your work and have been planning to come sit down and dive into all of your older stuff. I have a question on a few fics that I came across from rec lists, but the links no longer work and I don't see them listed above. I was just wondering if you might have them linked elsewhere? Sorry to be greedy, but I'd love to read those fics too!
And the Rules Are the First to Go
And See How Well We Rhyme
Each in Falling
Ringing Pavlov's Bell
Untitled (Sam/Dean, 320 words)
Ah, I knew I'd missed something. Er, rather a lot of things, actually. Heh. And so I've updated the list with everything save for "And the Rules," as I can't find a copy of that one anywhere. Thank you for the list, and apologies for the trouble!
Thank you for your interest in the stories, too! I hope that you enjoy them, when you get the chance to read. :)
Hey, I have And the Rules Are the First to Go if you need it :)
Oh, wow, if you don't mind, that would be excellent!
Glad to help. Check your inbox.
It is very much appreciated -- thanks once more! (Also, apologies, as I think livejournal ate half of the message I sent you.) <3
|Date:||September 21st, 2009 04:36 pm (UTC)|| |
Hi hon! Like an above poster, I also stumbled upon a rec for a fic in a link that no longer works, and was wondering if you may still have it? It's called "A New Front Page Sky" and it's Jo/Dean, R. 13,000-ish. Thanks, and I do look forward to reading the rest of your work as well :)
Sorry about that, and thank you for reminding me about that story! I was indeed able to track that one down and have reposted it here
Apologies and thank you, again! ♥
|Date:||January 26th, 2010 08:12 pm (UTC)|| |
I bookmarked a fic of yours just a few days ago, and i'm pretty sure i commented on it, too. Now the link is a 404? The bookmarks says 'a figment, surely'
I would very much like to bookmark it again if it's...somewhere else?
I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond to this. I think that story is here
(and thank you again for your lovely comment!).
I'm not sure why it showed up as a 404 . . . LJ's been doing odd things lately. Apologies for the trouble, and I hope that the above link works! ♥
|Date:||February 8th, 2010 02:34 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh, wow, thank you! I'm so glad that you've enjoyed the stories, and it's an incredible honor to be the subject of your spotlight post. Thank you very much for the brilliant words, and for the heads-up! ♥
I'd really love to read more of your stories ("Undertow" in particular) but some link to a server that's down. Any chance for an alternative link? :)
I haven't yet been able to find another place to host them, unfortunately -- I'm sorry. I'm still hoping to find one, and in the meantime, I do have the text files, if that would be of any use. :)
Thank you very much for wanting to read the stories, and apologies again for the difficulty! ♥
Ahaha, oh my. Thanks for catching that!
Oh dear, and apologies. Perhaps luckily, the story is short enough that it can be posted in a livejournal comment!
Rain on the glass, pounding on the metal roof as if in anger; Sam twists into awareness with thunder echoing in his bones. Dean's still asleep beside him, breathing in and out, in and out. In and out. Bruises the color of old stones encircle his wrists like the remnants of Sam's dream.
The carpet scrapes cold and rough against Sam's feet as he slides out of bed, crosses the floor. Stands in front of the mirror as he brushes his teeth and watches Dean in the reflection. His eyes are only half open and the contours of the room are still fuzzy, the corners grey and blurred.
The car will be chill damp, he knows, and the windshield streaked with water. The roads will be slick and the map will crumple and tear in his hands. His coffee will be muddy and bitter and his eyes will be gritty. He'll be half asleep and Dean will drive for hours without speaking. They will be lost to drizzle and fog.
He leans over to spit and when he looks back up, Dean's eyes are open; he's watching Sam and his eyes are the color of damp moss, of spring.
We should get going, Sam says slowly as he retraces his steps. The bed sinking beneath his weight.
Dean's words are warm against his neck. Or we could stay. A few more hours, he says, wrapping his arm around Sam. You got anywhere to be?
No, Sam says. Nah. I can wait.
The blankets are scratchy, disheveled, and they tangle and catch around his legs. Dean's palm smooths his hair away from his neck. Go back to sleep, Sammy, Dean says, his words rumbling and slow, and Sam breathes in, out. Slowly.
Thunder echoes in Sam's bones and Dean's hands encircle his wrists; they fit together, lit with warmth, and the rain turns to hail, to ice.
Okay so I've read....3 of your fics so far and I can't wait to continue tomorrow, you're writing style and characterization makes me so happy! I just love how you do Sam/Dean!
Thank you so much! I'm so glad that you've enjoyed them, and I really appreciate your note. :)
Hi, I know it's a bit out of place, but is there any chance that you still have "in the present tense"? just wishful thinking..
Hello, and it's not out of place at all -- thank you for asking! I'm afraid I no longer have that one posted (though I keep meaning to repost it), but I do have it as a .txt file, if that would be of any use . . .
|Date:||December 17th, 2010 07:48 pm (UTC)|| |
was superb. *worships every word of it* ♥
|Date:||December 21st, 2010 01:37 am (UTC)|| |
Thank you so much! I'm so happy that it worked for you. &hearts!
Hey, just wanted to drop a note to say how much I really enjoy your writing! you're on a short list of my favorite authors- I'm relativley new to this fandom, and was just blown away by the sheer stellar quality of the fic I find out there, THERE'S SO MUCH OF IT and its so awesome!
Also, this is a selfish. I was wondering, you being a big man around fandom and all- have you ever read any fics about Jess or Dean's birthday? Like maybe Sam being at Stanford and angsting a bit since both Jess and Dean have the same birthday- I dunno I always thought that'd be such a cool idea in a fic to explore.
That was also a shameless way of saying, if you HAVEN'T read any fics like that, would you consider writing on?
Anyway, regardless, I love your writing, and look forward to reading whatever you write in the future.
Oh, very good to meet you, and thank you for the lovely note -- what kind things for you to say!
I don't recall reading any stories about Jess and Dean's shared birthday (and having said that, I will most certainly at some point in the future recall something contradictory and feel terrible for having forgotten it here), alas, but oh, I do like the idea. I would most certainly consider writing one -- and am now kind of itching to write one, in fact.
Thank you, again! :)
Hi there! You'll probably hear more from me as I comment on things, but I'm just letting you know that I've friended you so as to keep track of your authorly awesomeness.
Hello! Nice to meet you, and thank you very much for the kind words. :D
Wanted to leave a comment on Ringing Pavlov's Bell--very much enjoyed this look behind Dean's facade!
You are so sweet. <3 Thank you, very much!