Rather a Story

Title: Without Breaking a Church Window
Summary: Sam and Dean travel further north than they've ever gone before –all the way to Canada– in the search to find an artefact that might help them save Cas. Once they're there they find that even though everything is different, nothing has really changed, either. Written for the silverbullets prompt: write a casefic set in your own town.
Characters: Sam/Dean, OCs
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~3,100
Disclaimer: Il n'y a rien qui m'appartient, malheureusement.
Warnings: Spoilers up to and including 7.01
Neurotic Author's Note #1: I blame work for this being kind of too late even for the prompt amnesty at silverbullets. Whoops.
Neurotic Author's Note #2: So I wrote this ficlet set in Montreal, because that's where I live. Mostly I wrote it to have an excuse to write French-Canadian dialogue. For my French readers, bear in mind that it's a dialect, so it won't resemble the French you're used to.
Neurotic Author's Note #3: Yeah, so, it's not really a casefic. It's more like an interlude during a case, if you will, and it's all Sam and Dean and Sam/Dean and all the complicated ties between them and so on and so forth. I have no idea what this is meant to be. It's unbeta'd and it took an odd turn somewhere outside of Albuquerque. *hands*
Neurotic Author's Note #4: The title is taken from a quote by Mark Twain. I do love the man for his snark.

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( Without Breaking a Church Window )

Title: Like a Clock During a Thunderstorm
Summary: Sam, Dean, Lisa and Ben spend a quiet night together during a thunderstorm. Written for the silverbullets prompt: "thunderstorms."
Characters: Sam/Lisa, Dean, Ben
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 2,660
Disclaimer: None of it is mine
Warnings: GIANT GOBS OF SCHMOOP. Please be on guard for spontaneous cases of diabetes and cavities.
Neurotic Author's Note #1: So instead of working on any at all of my writing commitments, I decided to write a new stand-alone in what I guess is now a 'verse. Maybe I'll call it the Garden 'verse, I don't know yet. This is set shortly after I Have Come Into My Garden. Y'all remember wee!Dean living with Sam and Lisa and Ben, and all the Sam/Lisa awkwardness? Yes? Okay, then.
Neurotic Author's Note #2: Unbeta'd. I don't even know.

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( Like a Clock During a Thunderstorm )

Title: Ain't Looking Back on the Seeds I've Sown
Summary: Castiel tries to leave everything he loves behind. It doesn't go according to plan. Written for the silverbullets prompt “You're not getting out of it that easy.”
Characters: heavily implied Cas/Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2,499
Disclaimer: I had them tied up in my bedroom closet for a while, but it turns out that restraints are no match for heavenly-bestowed powers, and Castiel gave me a Very Disapproving Look™ before they left. So, you know, they're not actually mine at all. Alas.
Warnings: A little bit of swearing, a little bit of angst, a little bit of schmoop. I think it works. Also, heavily implied Cas/Sam/Dean, but the story itself is entirely smut-free. No one even kisses. Totally safe.
Neurotic Author's Note #1: Written in a hurry. No beta, no revision, nothing.
Neurotic Author's Note #2: No, I haven't worked on my Big Bang, why do you ask? *headdesk*
Neurotic Author's Note #3: Props and internet cookies to anyone who spots the Bon Jovi reference. ;)

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( Ain't Looking Back on the Seeds I've Sown )