Title: A Pathless Land
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: G, gen
Timeline: post-5.16 (vague spoilers)
Characters: Castiel (Dean, Sam)
Summary: From this distance, the earth curves like a solitary marble, rolled into a corner and forgotten.

A Pathless Land )
It's not winter any more in Wisconsin, which means it's spider season. While I love my semi-rural adopted state with all its corn fields and lakes and cranberries, I could do without the daily spider patrol. Of course, the cat helps out, but then I have to be worried that she'll eat something poisonous, and overall it's not so fun.

I feel like it would go faster if I could kill them instead of having to do a patented catch-and-release routine that returns them to their natural habitat, but I am incapable of killing anything that isn't a house centipede.

This is beside the point.

The point is that I am in love with this whole Castiel-centric commentfic festival right now, to the point where I have written one 1000-word thing one 1500-word thing (that is TOTALLY NOT RPF about Castiel protecting Misha Collins-one-of-the-66-seals) because why write a short thing when I could instead write 2500 words of UNREPENTANT CRACK?

Yeah, I thought so.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] lassiterfics posted a prompt that was four words long (to wit: "Intrepid investigative journalist AU!") and has spawned a rather long, rather serious, and still-developing story about Dean the reporter, Castiel his best friend/also reporter, Sam his brother who is a lawyer working a pro bono case on behalf of some residents of a housing development who are determined to reveal a coverup, and Uriel the Landlord. There's angst! There's drama! There's dashing romance! There's probably a very Bullitt car chase!

Someday, anyway.

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I am reposting both commentfics here in the interests of having everything I've written under my spn fic tag, but really you should not read them. Instead, you should go join the party and write more so I can read it and squee and abuse capslock.

Chaos; Dean, Sam, Castiel (gen); PG-13 (language and gore); no spoilers )

Gotta Break a Few Eggs; Misha, Castiel (gen); PG; no spoilers )
Back in the day, I was talking to my poetry professor. (It was one of the conversations we had that was actually about poetry instead of gardening, which turned out to be our other shared passion.) I told him that I couldn't hear my prose. I thought it was okay, but I wasn't ever sure.

That's because you're a poet, he said, and shrugged, and we went back to discussing how to use the metric ton of grape tomatoes our vines had yielded that year.

I didn't know what he meant until I wrote this, which turned out to be a lullaby, a long-form sonnet, a love song. Or, y'know, 400 words of pretentious iambic prose, complete with alliteration and internal rhyme. I've read it out loud a million times, I have a sore throat, and I'm done trying to figure it out.

As always (and especially here), all feedback ranging from "huh" to "wtf srsly" is welcome.

Title: Flicker
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: PG
Timeline: season 5-ish (no spoilers)
Characters: Dean/Castiel
Summary: His charge, who sings the songs of sirens

Flicker )
I started writing a few days ago, and, well, this happened.

Title: The Word
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: R (violence & language), gen
Timeline: sometime mid-season 3 through 4.18
Characters: Chuck, Sera, OCs
Summary: All he can do is write.
A/N: I think some explanation of characters is in order. First, although I don't remember hearing a name for her, that odd half-blonde woman introduced as Chuck's publisher at the beginning of 4.18 is called Sera over at IMDB. It made no sense that she would be a publisher (what, she's got a printing press out on the back porch or something?), so I ignored that and made her an editor. Maybe working for a publisher. Second, at one point in that episode, Chuck says something like, "Phil put you up to this?" and looks at the house next door. Hence: Phil. Finally, I realize that parts of this don't quite jive with parts of "The Real Ghostbusters," but I'm really trying to will that episode into nonexistence. All right. Enough yammering.

The Word )
I posted here a while back—a looong while back—saying I was abandoning this journal for a lot of reasons. At the time, it was true. I fully intended to leave and not to return.

However: I may have lied. I blame this on Supernatural, which has grown into such a beautiful, complex, and honest show that I am once again compelled to write back to it, to find my way into its world and its mythology. (Also, Castiel has run far, far away with my heart.) I thought about starting a new journal, but I didn't want to become a new fic-person or go through the trouble of rediscovering all my old fic-people, so I decided to stay me here. How's that for convoluted use of pronouns?

Having said that: it's been a very long time since I've written anything but poetry. Even longer since I've written fic. (Like, three years). It may be a bit until I regain my sealegs, so I'm starting somewhere small, with a little coda to the latest episode. A morning. Some words. A blooming.

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Title: that it was good
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: G
Timeline: post 5.14 (spoilers if you squint)
Characters: Dean, Castiel (gen)
Summary: A sunrise, a cup of coffee, and a conversation.

that it was good )
The following story is the combination of:

1. Random shuffle on my Zen
2. Way too much Coleridge
3. Not much in the way of sleep for the past three days
4. Three straight hours of blue-book
5. The fact that I made it through all of this was that I sure as hell wasn't going to die just before a new episode of SPN aired.

So, with apologies to

1. Zeppelin, whose song (or at least its title) sort of inspired this
2. Annie Proulx, whose work, with the exception of The Shipping News, is rather amazing
3. The world at large

I present:

I Can't Quit You Baby
-or-
Supernatural, the Gay Cowboy Remix
-or-
Cursed!Sheep Fic, Which Is Almost as Cracktastic as Yakfucking, Except I Don't Think Anything Can Be as Cracktastic as Yackfucking


I Can't Quit You Baby )
Title: Yesterday, and Days Before
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: G, gen
Timeline: pre-series & pilot
Characters: Dean, Sam
Summary: He’s not going to write a book.
Notes: This was originally written for my little sister’s birthday. When I pulled it out to give to her, it decided it was incomplete and would not be ignored. So here you go, [livejournal.com profile] miliani_2000. A few days late, but for you just the same. With love.


Yesterday, and Days Before )
Title: Like This
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating/Pairing: PG, gen, crossover
Timeline: Stanford-era Dean, post-1.08 Tim. Yes, I realize these don't quite line up. Work with me here.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Tim Riggins
Summary: He's good at that, the not thinking. He sleeps carefully and forgets his dreams.
A/N:Remember how I said I wanted to either write or read Dean/Tim Riggins fic? Well, I couldn't find any. So I wrote something that, while not technically Dean/Tim, does have both characters.

Like This )
Title: Sing to the Sea
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: PG-13, gen
Timeline: Sometime loosely post-2.03.
Characters: Sam, Dean
Summary: A rash of disappearing babies in northern Wisconsin sends the Winchesters on the trail of an ancient cursed creature.
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, yadda yadda. No small towns in northern Wisconsin were harmed during the writing of this fic, though about eight of them were sort of ground up and pasted back together as “Kewaunee.” It really exists, just not as I wrote it. Also: the beers mentioned in no way reflect the author’s taste, with the exception of Leinenkugel, which manufactures this tasty dark lager. Ahem.

Sing to the Sea )
untitled. John, pre-series, originally posted as a response to [livejournal.com profile] onelittlesleep's post here.

John loves running through the summer. )

Oh, for crying out loud, it seems like all I can do is write and write and write, stories and poems and fic and in my notebook and on the backs of receipts at work and on my hands and through the cloud of my exhaled breath.

It's this constant outpouring, and I'm not sure it's okay, not sure I trust myself to stop without running into a wall. Like I'm headed downhill without brakes and wow it's cool to have this much wind in my hair but what happens when I get to the bottom?

Also: it's precluding everything else I have to do. Like editing my paper or reading or eating or sleeping or showering and yeah.
Title: I will bring you where no shadow stays
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: R, mostly for language, gen
Timeline: post-series, no spoilers, really.
Characters: Sam & Dean
Summary: After they killed it, Sam didn’t see Dean for three months. He was sitting in an IHOP when Dean came back to him, pulled him together and apart and didn’t even say anything, just stole Sam’s hash browns.
A/N: Title kind of inspired by Paradise Lost (I will bring thee where no shadow staies), but the meaning is completely different out of context and out of the time period. So. Mostly I just stole the words.

I will bring you where no shadow stays )
Title: We Looked Like Giants
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: PG
Timeline: pre-series, spoilers up through 2.06 “No Exit”
Characters: Ellen, John, Bill, tangentially Jo and the boys
Summary: “Ma’am,” he says in a voice like dusk. “Ma’am, I’m John Winchester. ‘m looking for William Harvelle, and I was told I might find him here.”
ETA: So I was rewatching an episode as sort of background for some more ficwriting, and guess what? Harvell? Has an E at the end. *wins at fact-checking*
A/N: Something about what we learned about the relationships between John, Ellen, and Bill didn’t sit quite right with me, and so, even though I should be working on NaNo, I ended up writing 4500 words of their history instead.

We Looked Like Giants )
Title: When They Stop Building Roads
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: PG
Timeline: Pre-series
Characters: Dean, Sam
Summary: You can tell a lot about a woman from the contents of her purse. You can tell a lot about your brother from the contents of his locker. Gen.
A/N: Written for [livejournal.com profile] spn_flashback challenge 109: Dean is cleaning out his locker at the end of the school year, or just because they're moving again. (I started this something like a month ago. And then forgot about it. Until tonight. Yeah, I'm good with deadlines. Title stolen from "Gravity" by Alison Krauss & Union Station.)

When They Stop Building Roads )
Title: More Things in Heaven and Earth
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: PG, gen
Timeline: AU/pre-series
Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Mary, Pastor Jim
Summary: A few roads not taken, a couple that might have been.

More Things in Heaven and Earth )
Title: Swan Song
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: PG, gen
Timeline: Pre-series
Characters: Dean, Sam
Summary: The road just before Christmas, just before Stanford. Just before.

Swan Song )
Title: Lullaby for a Stormy Night
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: R, gen
Timeline: Post-Devil's Trap (spoilers for all of season 1)
Characters: Dean, Jess
Summary: The day they release him, he walks out without looking back.
Warnings: Major character death

Lullaby for a Stormy Night )
Title: From the Ground (4/4)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: PG-13, gen
Timeline: AU (breaks from canon after Dead Man's Blood)
Summary: People have long since forsaken their belief in God. Only ghost stories remain.
Previous Parts: One | Two | Three
A/N: Apologies for the length of time between the previous part and this one. RL kind of hates me at the moment.

From the Ground (4/4) )
Title: From the Ground (3/4)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: PG-13, gen
Timeline: AU (breaks from canon after Dead Man's Blood)
Summary: People have long since forsaken their belief in God. Only ghost stories remain.
Previous Parts: One | Two

From the Ground (3/4) )
Title: From the Ground (2/4)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xaara
Rating: PG-13, gen
Timeline: AU (breaks from canon after Dead Man's Blood)
Summary: People have long since forsaken their belief in God. Only ghost stories remain.
Previous Parts: One

From the Ground (2/4) )

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