charlieblue: (spn: mary in gold fields of desolation)
Something like a crossroads song ([personal profile] charlieblue) wrote on September 8th, 2009 at 07:28 am
Summergen!
My contribution to [livejournal.com profile] summergen:

Palindromes
She became the shivering tremble of a whetting stone across the edge of a blade, the heavy scent of gun oil and long afternoons working on the once-hated Impala.
For the prompt: AU. John dies on the ceiling, and Mary goes after the YED.


Go check out the masterlist, there are some brilliant fics, artwork and vids just waiting to be praised.



Fics:

Crooked Legs by [livejournal.com profile] hkath
It could start with something subtle, but it doesn't. It starts with tentacles. // Sam passes the salt and his hands don't move.

Absolutely sublime humour, wrapped through with true, utterly devastating horror. Short, harsh, brilliant and completely mind-bending.


The Hustlers by [livejournal.com profile] jadesfire2808
There was a look that hustlers got when it had been too long since their last successful job. Kind of hungry around the eyes and sort of mean, like they'd pat you on the back and smile at you, except you noticed that it didn't quite make it all the way to their eyes. You spend enough time in a bar - any bar - you knew how to spot them and how to pick up your beer and take it to another table. Because there was nothing friendly in it when they nodded their heads and called you friend.

I love a good outside POV, and this one is pulled off with great style. Quiet, jaded, but still naive to the nature of the boys. It's got a compelling voice, and the details of the hustle are fantastic.


Whisper Down a String by [livejournal.com profile] maychorian
“Sammy.” Dean knew better than to try touching the book again, but he moved down a few inches and poked the meaty part of Sam's calf. Then he did it again. And again. “Sammy. Sammy. Sammy. Sammy. Sammy. Sammy Sammy Sambo. Saaaaaammm. Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam...” // Sammy pulled his knees in closer, the book only inches from his face, and buckled in for the long haul.

Adorable wee!chesters, dealing with a rainy afternoon at Bobby's house, secrets in the attic and old ghosts. Great Sam and Dean dynamic.


The Uilleann Ululation Undertaking by [livejournal.com profile] musesfool
"Sweet undead Moses, Ida! They don't look like zombies!" // "We're not zombies!" Dean said, but he didn't make any sound. Good thing Sam said it at exactly the same time.

Middleman/Supernatural crossover, need I say more? The voices are brilliant, the singularly unique lingo of the Middleman world is nailed, and Dean is rendered temporarily mute and has to rely on Sam to speak for him. Absolutely brilliant and hilarious.


This Bitter Earth by [livejournal.com profile] art_savage
"No one was ever able to accurately profile the Winchesters. Their crimes were all over the map – ritualistic killings with elements of sexual sadism followed by bank robbery and grave desecration. Victimology was seemingly random. The older brother, Dean, was thought to be responsible for the most violent acts, since he was caught literally red-handed more than once. But they always escaped before anybody could get them to talk."

Criminal Minds/Supernatural crossover. The author's mixed a compelling and deeply horrifying case story with the crossover element brilliantly, and neither subtracts from the other, rather, they harshly illuminate the nature of both world's and the work these people do.

Art:

Neither Heaven Nor Hell by [livejournal.com profile] ileliberte

Gorgeous, dark art of Sam and Dean, now half demonic and angelic respectively, standing together against the apocalypse. What more could you want?


I think my wings are falling below by [livejournal.com profile] animotus

Hilarious, yet still stunning Sam and Dean mixed-media, along with gorgeous pieces of Castiel. Go for the mug shots, stay for the gorgeous colours.

 
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