Supernatural Ficlet + Recs

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Skidding in just under the wire!

Title: Not Like the Movies
Pairing/Rating/Characters: Jo, Kat (from Asylum) -- gen, PG
Author's Notes: 150 words. In my head it's in the same universe as With Eyes Wide Open, but definitely can stand on its own.

You ever been arrested before?

Other fics of my mine focusing on the women of Supernatural: With Eyes Wide Open (Kat, Sari) | Soonest Mended (Jo) | Intersecting Circles (Jo, some Dean/Jo) | Stay (faraway, so close) (Sam/Sarah) | as we were, as we are, as we will be (Sam/Jess) | And the World Spins Madly On (Jess) | Not the Typical Damsel in Distress (S1 female characters)



Souvenirs from Better Times by kashmir1 Dean/OFC, NC-17

Because she knows, deep down in her bones that tonight is the night. She wants to get it done and over with before college anyway and he's a much better prospect than any of the boys in town or any of the asshole tourists who come blowing through. He's a bit wild and rough-edged and uncouth but he noticed her, her and she can't ignore how lightheaded that makes her feel.

Sweet, quiet pre-series fic that stays with you. Outsider POV fic with Dean stopping for a hunt in a small Massechusetts town and noticing a girl, who's on the cusp of change in her life. Lovely ocean imagery, and hot, realistic sex.

And the sequel My Voice is My Disguise is just as lovely.

The Time Dean was Sam's Girlfriend and Jess Entered the Winchester Family Business by fleshflutter

Sam's smart but it'd take a certain Dali-esque kind of brain to figure out that the reason your new girlfriend is acting so oddly is because she's actually swapped bodies with your estranged brother. It's not the leap of intuition that comes naturally for even the smartest.

Pre-series bodyswapping fic where Dean and Jess inadvertently switch bodies when they make a wish on their shared birthday. Excellently cracktastic with snappy dialogue. Includes a girly and stubborn Jess and an awesome big!brotherDean who make the best of the new bodies during the night. (As well as have a several hilarious phone conversations, one where they're complimenting each other on their respective perky breasts and great cock, heh.) Sam/Jess, obviously, and there's also some Sam/Dean vibes, but they're mellow enough that I think non-wincest fans would still enjoy the story. PG-13.

Highway to Zion (Dean/Layla, R)

It's like that for three weeks, four. He gets off the bus in random towns, hustles a few games of pool, wins at poker. Enough to buy the next ticket. He crisscrosses the country, smell of diesel fuel heavy in his nostrils, all the time, like a dream. The windows are smudged, oil and sweat from the passengers before him. Streaks of dirt across the passing landscape.

Sad, achy Dean/Layla, with a slow realization building throughout. Lovely.

The Family Special (Sam/Sarah, R)

It isn't that Sarah Blake hasn't tried. She'd waited, longer than she really cared to admit, for a call, an email, a letter, anything to acknowledge the spark there between them, acknowledge even her existence, and when it hadn't come, she'd told herself that he was too busy, too far away, too hung up on his dead girlfriend, and decided to move on.

This, unfortunately, had proved a little easier said than done. It only took her about four guys to realize she was saying yes to blinding smiles, big hands, and shaggy dark hair, not personalities. Sensitive art freaks with tragic pasts didn't go much better, and two of them turned out to be gay on top of everything else. It was shortly after the second of these that she had decided to join the rest of the civilized world and get a better cable package.

I kinda love Sam/Sarah as a pairing. Alot. The author writes Sarah with a wry sense of humor and I love the interactions she has with Sam-- but also with Dean as well. Actually, even though this is Sam/Sarah, Dean's still very much a part of the story, and some of the interactions he has with Sarah are priceless.

whatever we lose (like a you or a me) (Dean/OFC, R)

"Kiss me like we'll never die," she murmurs, and she looks sad and happy at the same time, the dimple out again but her eyes so old. He threads his fingers through her hair, soft now that it isn't soaking wet, kisses her with everything he loves about the world, all the half-strangled hopes and drifting dreams he has left.

Gorgeous story. Go, read, immediately. Full of lovely ocean imagery and metaphors, and a delicate, deft touch when it comes to Dean's mortality post AHBL. Also, a cracking good casefile story in there as well.

The road makes us hungry; the fight makes us cold (Ellen/John, R)

So it doesn't surprise her when the dreams change, become a tangle of limbs and dark desire, so vivid that she can almost taste him on her tongue in the morning. It can never happen, she tells herself, staring at her own weary features in the bathroom mirror. She looks older than she should be, feels it too, and she knows that there are too many memories, too much at stake - too much of them both still tied up in the past for them to ever have a future.

Short, vivid prose with an awesome Ellen voice.

Out of a Lightening Dream (Sam/Jess, Adult)

When he walks back into the bedroom, minty-fresh and working a Q-tip around in his ear, Jess is on her belly, the sheet twisted around her ankle. Both arms wrapped around Sam's pillow and her pale hair fanned out across it. In the grey morning light, he can just make out the tiny mole on the tip of her nose.

Written for ME! I loved this-- this Jess with her quirks and habits, and Sam with his routines and the details he notices about Jess and how they have a rhythm to their relationship. I liked the little details included, like poptarts and Jess's hello Kitty shirt. I like how comfortably they fit together, and then how it all seems so fragile when they begin talking about family. And hello, Jess/Sam shower!porn like I've been craving!

Egg and Spoon Racing (Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, R)

Dean's in the kitchen inspecting what's left of the spirits, wonderin' what to have next and where Sammy's gone off to when the second from last straw breaks Katrina. Some drunk chick spills a drink on her. Electric blue liquid all down her white front and the girl doesn't even pause to apologize, maybe doesn't even notice she's done it. Dean bites his lip, watches Katrina tip her head back and sigh, blinking at the ceiling. He enjoys the way her shirt goes see-through and clings but is sorry she's having a shitty birthday. He's positive he could cheer her up if she gave him two minutes.

It's hard to describe this story. It's Sam and Dean, pre-series and there's a kind of rough edge and grittiness to their lives that often is missing from fics. Gorgeous writing and hot sex too, with well-drawn original characters.

As Old Medallions to the Thumb (Bobby/OFC, PG-13)

The dog showed up a week into autumn, rail thin and quicksilver skittish. It spent five days sneaking around the yard, tearing up the trash and digging at the pantry door, sticking to the shadows and twilight, and when Bobby got a good look at it, he nearly shot the mutt full of wrot iron, just on principle.

Lovely, quiet story about Bobby, and his life when the Winchesters aren't around. Cool OFC I'd like to see on the show.

New Words for Old Desires (Dean/Jo, R)

Jo turns seventeen that summer and they drive circles around the map for another four months before orbiting back to Nebraska, where nothing much ever happens. Jo wonders if that's the reason Winchester opened his business here, a sort of no-man's-land for monsters, a temporary refuge for those who hunt them. But by their very nature hunters don't generally want to leave well enough alone; Jo can attest to that first-hand.

A kick-ass AU where the Harvelles are the hunters and the Winchesters own the bar. I love this version of Jo, and her and Dean just complement each other.

The Burning World (Dean/Mara Daniels, adult)

There’s something disarming in his charm, in his slow, easy grin. Something telling in the scar above his eye and the medical tape that holds it together. But there is also the sad tilt to his swagger, a story she cannot understand. Dean doesn’t talk much as he sits, even as she tries to coax him into speech, tries to read his story through his quiet affirmations and off-handed quips and jokes. She can tell he’s clinging to something, running on adrenaline, on the hunt.

“Why’d you come to see me?” she asks, curious, but not disappointed. She lights a cigarette and leans back to watch him.

Hot, dirty Dean/Mara (the lawyer from Folson Prison Blues), that at the same time, is exceptionally pretty in the way it tackles the subject of Dean post-AHBL and the mindset of Mara after she helped the Winchesters escape. Mind the warnings on the header if you're not sure of what kinks you're into.

Daydream Believer (For All the Waking World) (Dean/Carmen, adult)

Everything inside could've been ripped from any other Mom and Pop place; torn booths and worn tabletops, faded menus and faceless waitresses who wear name tags as though it matters. He’s always strung them together before, between dirt roads and dots on a map, shady bars and shabby motel rooms, all fuzzy-familiar, blurring at the edges until they fit together like home when he has none. But his last decent meal was at his mother’s table – served with her hands and tasting of her love, even in his head – and for once this all looks as foreign as it should.

Beautiful, evocative Dean/Carmen story. I love how the story switched between waking dreams and reality.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven and So On (Dean/Layla, adult)

Back on the road, Layla’s rummaging through his cassettes and the wind is fanning her hair so that she has to keep tucking strands of it behind her ears, only to have it escape again. She finally tips her sunglasses onto the top of her head, then smiles at Dean when her makeshift headband works. When she squints into the sun, she has crow’s feet at her eyes. Dean gives her an amused smirk and the discomfort between them eases a little.

A lovely, quiet story full of hope. I love the layers the author gave to Layla and how Dean and Layla's relationship is built up from what we saw in Faith.

Through a Pinhole by virtualinsomnia Sam/Jess, Dean/Jess, R. (warning: character death)

The orderly asked her about the man picking her up, and she smiled at him, a flash of white teeth and sharp edges, and lied. “He’s my brother.” Then she stood up and left the wheelchair behind her, along with the girl weak enough to let herself sit in it.

When she slid into the passenger seat of the Impala, the leather was as smooth as butter, and Dean’s smile had the same sharp edges hers did.

Sharp, hurty, insightful AU story about what might've happened if Jess had survived that night instead of Sam. The author really nails the interaction between Jess and Dean (and John) as they continue on hunting after Sam's death.

Honey and the Moon by maygra (Sarah/Sam, Dean - Salvation/Scrapbook verse, but readable as a stand-alone)

The Inn by the Sea wasn't old. Built in the late 1980's, it still had a rep for being haunted, primarily by the ghost of a young woman who walked the beach in front of it in the moonlight, a woman who died in a shipwreck, on the way to her wedding.

"You have a twisted sense of humor," Dean said, following the porter to the cottage held for them.Sarah had laughed loudly, eliciting smiles from everyone they passed. "She's supposed to be pretty quiet. She's not out for vengeance or anything. Plus, if you get really bored, I know where she's buried."

Sam and Sarah's honeymoon at an inn at Maine is a family affair. Sweet, funny and happy endings.

Night Moves by researchgrrl (Dean/Other NC-17)

Okay. For real now, if that Amy chick didn't get out of the shower soon, he wasn't sure there was enough chivalry in the world to keep him from joining her because, come on. Blood, entrails, and the stink of acrid smoke? Totally part of the job. But sitting around covered in sparkling demon spooge? No.

From This Voyage by joyfulgirl41 (Sam/Sarah, NC-17)

Sarah tilts her head and smiles, walks over to him and pushes his jacket and his shirt off his shoulders, then slides her hands under his T-shirt.

"Is there a reason you're wearing fifty layers of clothing?"

"Uh." Sam laughs and strips off his remaining shirt. "To protect my virtue."

"I see." Sarah's eyes are downcast as she undoes his pants. "It's working really well."

But Liquor Is Quicker by coffee_in_bed (Dean/Jo, R)

And that's the thing about Winchesters: they blow in and out like storms, no rhyme or reason, totally unpredictable. Leave it to Dean to show up on Valentine's Day, not only empty-handed but probably completely unaware.

Half-Baked, Romantic Notions (PG, Sam-Dean-Jo, gen)

They tell you there’s satisfaction in a good, clean kill. They tell you to keep your weapons sharp, your friends close. They warn you about the pulse-pounding fear, overwhelming gratitude, thrill of the chase. The thing they never talk about, the old guys with grizzly beards and scarred faces or the young guys with old eyes nursing their beers in the corner, is that it’s also one hell of a rush.

Thou Unknown I Know by musesfool (Kat, PG)

The Saturday after that night at the asylum, Kat asks her dad to go shooting again, starts spending her time down at the range, shotgun smooth and cool in her hands, the world disappearing as she focuses on the target, small and far away.

When the Mirror Is Empty by trollprincess (Sherri, PG-13)

She says she doesn’t have a sister and is pretty sure they don’t believe her.

Goodbye In Many Languages by sevenfists (Jo, R)

If she were a better person, she never would've left in the first place. But she couldn't stay there her whole life, playing barmaid. Things change; people change; people leave. Jo left. She's still leaving—still calling, still thinking about home. She's not all the way gone.

No Excuse for a Wasted Life by cofax7 (Jo, PG-13)

Jo poked at the remains of her breakfast, pushing a crust of toast around in the pool of runny egg-yolk. "It's a waste of time. If I were a hunter I wouldn't need--"

"You will finish those applications," said Ellen, her voice flat. "You understand me?"

The Rebel Kind by unperfectwolf (Rebecca [Becky] Warren, PG) and its remix Good Girls Don't by ishafel

No one questioned her, but the look in her eyes told them enough. There was something wrong with what was being reported.

Don't look back by cupiscent (Sari, PG)

By the time she got to high school, and definitely by the time she got to eleventh grade, she wasn't actually sure she believed in it any more. Ghosts, demons, things in her closet. It seemed... well, it seemed a bit fucking far-fetched, to tell the truth.

Spring Chickens by corvidae9 (OFCs)

"Woman, I am workin' as fast as I can!" Muriel shouted in the direction of the thin woman brandishing two giant-size 50 specially-made solid iron circular knitting needles nunchuk-style at a nasty spirit that was trapped very tenuously in an old-fashioned ghostnet.

On Warm Summer Nights lyra_wing (Mary, PG)

The diner gets very few customers during the night – the occasional trucker or two, stopping in for a midnight meal, but that's it. Mary doesn't really mind. With no patrons, she hardly makes any tips, but it's peaceful. Quiet nights, no one bothering her. She could watch the lights of the highway outside the window, listen to music, and not have to think about much at all.

Family Secrets by ignipes (Jess, Mary - AU)

She's beside Jess suddenly, appearing in that quiet way she has, and she reaches over to turn off the water Jess has been letting run over the grapes in the colander. Jess glances at her quickly and tries not to stare; Mary is wearing a tank top that reveals the web of old scars along her shoulders and neck, ugly gnarled skin that looks so wrong beneath her serene face. A fire, Sam had explained, a fire that happened a long time ago.

Authors immediately coming to mind writing strong SPN women characters - hossgal, medie, cofax7, kashmir1, vinylroad, regala_electra, ink_stain, musesfool, trollprincess, femmenerd, onelittlesleep ... and many more I'm sure I'm forgetting. :)

Enjoy!