Writing From the Inside

Little Black Book by jeyhawk.

Slash.

I’m in the mood, so this guilty pleasure gets posted. It’s not a story, it’s a scene, where while Dean is in the hospital, Sam finds a little book Dean keeps to record all his sexual encounters. Not as tawdry as it sounds, because to Sam, reading the book is finding out more about Dean. While I don’t believe that Dean would keep a record like this (too anal for him), I like the thought of the mystery of Dean unfolding itself before Sam’s eyes. And the fact that, sometimes, Dean does it for money so he can take care of Sam. It’s a sad little treat, quite easy on the eyes.

An excerpt:

“Sam doesn’t know what it means, but he supposes that is all right because he lost track of what they are doing and where they are going a long time ago. As long as there is him and Dean, the Impala, and the soft, hard warmth between them, he knows they’ll be okay no matter where the twisting road of life will take them next. He slides over on his back, letting Dean curl around him with his head on Sam’s chest without calling him a girl even once. He knows Dean needs this, just as he knows that Dean would never ask for it, and that any ribbing would leave him with a shot of Dean’s back as he moved to the other bed.”

Interesting how the very same topic can produce two totally different viewpoints. Case in point, Joss Wheadon’s response to the alleged end of the writer’s strike vs. Michael Eisener’s response.

Eisner says, in the same breath, “”It’s over,” Eisner said. “They made the deal, they shook hands on the deal. It’s going on Saturday to the writers in general.”  and then he says, “A deal has been made, and they’ll be back to work very soon,” Eisner said, adding, “I know a deal’s been made. I know it’s over.”

He knows it’s over? Is he wearing a schwami hat? Either it’s over, or he knows it’s over, it just seems like he’s contradicting himself, only I can’t figure out how. He goes on to say that cutbacks will mean that returning writers won’t get paid as much. What kind of deal is that? And who are “they?” It just sounds so muddled to me, like there’s more he’s not telling us.

Wheadon, on the other hand, sounds more like Churchill, during the Blitz, encouraging Londoners to hang in there till the battle was really over. Because as anyone knows, the real battle begins when the war stops.

More on the strike….yeah, it’s not over till it’s over! Read article here.

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Malleus Maleficarum” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“I don’t even know how to discuss this next part. Ruby snaps, “Put a leash on your brother, Sam, if you want to keep him.” This forces all sorts of weird thoughts into my head, unbidden, even for me. What she means, of course, is that she wants Sam to exert his influence over his brother so that Dean doesn’t kill her. What it also brings to mind is the idea that if Sam is going to be the boy king in hell, then Dean will surely be his main minion. Nobody’s ever asked Dean if he wants to be a minion, Sam’s or otherwise, but, I somehow doubt it. He’s a free spirit and a Winchester and they don’t make very good minions. Or lackeys. Or leashed boys.”

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Dean is about to shoot Ruby

Sam sadly contemplates Dean

Dean sadly thinks about the poor dead bunny

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Dead in the Water” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

 An excerpt:

“The boys go to check in with Bill, see how he’s doing. They hear the outboard motor of Bill’s boat, and in spite of it being too late, they try to save him. They run. Running on the beach like this should be an Olympic sport in which the boys would do quite well. Yeah, use the slow mo to see this scene, in all its grace and beauty. I did. Several times. Boys running is a wonderful thing. Dean starts out in the lead, those thighs of his pushing into the sand. Sam is behind, like a long-legged colt. And then, elbows pumping, Sammy takes the lead like Dean is standing still. It’s the legs, you see. It’s all in the legs. Oh, what were they doing in this scene? I think they were trying to stop Bill Carlton from killing himself, but they failed. Oh, well.”

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Caught digging

Leaving town

Galatea’s Becoming by Gradiva.

Slash.

The boys encounter a modern day Pygmalion, where a statue brought to life for revenge keeps on killing those who fall in love with her. That’s the plot. What’s more fun is watching the boys fall in love with her, and jealousy ensues, and Sam, in particular, realizes that he needs to tie Dean to him in the very most fundamental way, so that when Dean is in hell, Sam will be able to find him.

Lovely story, low key, terrific analysis of Sam. Some great lines:

“hen he takes the keys from Dean, who is waiting impatiently outside the inn, and gets into the car, Sam clenches his hands around the steering wheel, breathing steadily. He needs to find a way to make sure Dean will remember Sam, will remember himself, until Sam can get to him.”

and

“Dean stares up at him, almost paralyzed at the revelation. Sam shakes his head, closes his eyes for a second in disbelief. After all this time, it’s still a contest between them, who loves more than the other, and Sam’s not allowed to win. In Dean’s head, Sam can never love Dean more than Dean loves Sam… it’s the axiom upon which hang the tatters of Dean’s soul.”

Fanfiction by Big Pink.

Gen.

I’ve read Read, Dazzleland, and Fire in the Hole, and found myself being AMAZED at the quality and craft of this writer’s fanfiction. Everything she does elevates what she does into the stratosphere, and if that sounds like an exaggeration, it is not. I’ve been reading fanfiction for a while now, and there’s lots and lots of good writers and fabbo fic, but Big Pink’s stuff, man. It had me stomping around the house for three days, mad as hell, because it was all so good and there was no way, NO way I could ever be that good.

So I have to content myself with telling everyone else how good she is, how clever and clear and intelligent and just plain on the money. The way she writes John fits more closely with my own idea of who John is than just  about any other writer out there. Like for example, don’t know which story it is in, but the boys and The Dad go to a diner and John grabs the menu and, I’m paraphrasing here, cause I don’t know the exact qutoe, and it reads, “He read the menu like he was examining the enemy’s battle plans.” Which just got to be because for John, everything is a battle, even breakfast.

I could quote her stuff, but then I’d be here all night. So just go read everything she’s got. She’s got a suggestion of the order in which you should read, but if you started with Red, you’d be okay. And impressed. And want to read everything else she’s got. Which she has in these nice little pdfs. The page loads a bit clunky, but that’s the internet for you. The more interesting it is, the slower it loads.

And the Highway Lines Pass By by philalethia

Slash.

31,000 words of pure slashy goodness, with a plot and everything. I think this is one of the stories I was looking for, with the whole eyelashes against the neck thing, but I read it so fast the second time, enjoying it so much, I really couldn’t find that bit. But I liked it anyway. It tells the story of two brothers, how they are different, how they are alike, and the writer, you can tell, has got a grip on what makes these characters tick. Unfortunately, this is also a “last year” story but ups the angst by miles and miles.  

 Some good lines:

“It was kind of hard to miss, honestly. Growing up and passing through small town after small town to and from hunts, and Sam always said things like, “It must be nice to live here,” in a tone like Dean used to say things like, “Look at the ass on that waitress.” It was never any secret that Sam jerked off fantasizing about walking down the block to the grocery store for milk and being greeted by name—his real one—and invited to bake sales and shit.”

and

“Dean’s seen so much of Sam and no one else lately he’s starting to get a little delirious over it. Sam split his knuckles on the Satanist kid’s nose and dripped blood on Dean’s jeans, which Dean picks at when Sam’s not looking just to watch the flakes get lodged under his nails, and Sam hasn’t showered for two days and the smell makes Dean dizzy and half-hard.

Yeah, Dean thinks, way too much Sam.”

and, I love this reference to “Heart.”

“If he tells Sam, Sam’ll insist that they hightail it to Chicago, and he’ll spend the whole drive on the phone with every person whose number is in his address book and who might know how to cure lycanthropy. He’ll tell himself and Dean that this time will be different, this time they’ll save the poor fucker who’s eating people every full moon. Sam’ll meet the werewolf, see a little bit of Madison in them, fall a little bit in love again with or without the fucking, and Dean will have to wipe the splatters of blood and tears off Sam’s face when he has to admit for the second time that you can’t save a werewolf.

Dean clears the internet history and closes out of the browser window. He’s breaking a rule, one of the biggest rules there is, one Dad taught them and made them swear they’d always follow: you don’t turn your back on a hunt, and sure as hell not for personal reasons. But this, this is different. You can turn your back if you know for certain you can’t handle it, if you’re damn sure it’ll take more than you’ve got.”

Now that, my friends, is love.

they put me in a cage full of lions; i learned to speak lion
 by amerella.

Gen.

I’ve often thought that the Winchester boys were exceptional children at risk. Smart, bright, but in an enviorment that could prove harmful to them, even as it made them tough. Like the title of this fic, if you put a child in a cage with lions, you get a child who can speak lion, who is lionlike. This fic, as well, is mostly Dean’s story, though you can see Sam, who likes to squeeze himself into small spaces, learning to speak lion as well.

The fic is more of  character exploration, with not plot, but it did have some nice images.  The part I liked best is when Dean, having fallen of his bike, waits for his dad to rescue him because he likes how his dad looks when he’s walking towards him, intent on rescue.

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Hook Man” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“Next, Dean and Sam rolling up to a fraternity house is a satisfying combination of sight and sound. The Impala rumbles like an unsettled beast, Quiet Riot blasts from the speakers, and every frat boy head turns his head to look at the sleek and shiny sex on wheels thing that has poured into their midst. Frat boys, need I point out, who are working on a not-too-new BMW, a car that will never, not in a million years, come even close to approaching the Impala in mystery, magic, and machismo. The headlight that is out on the Impala only adds to the bad boy just-been-in-a-fight air to the car. Throughout this ep, the Impala makes many manly entrances and exits, and I WANT an Impala like this so bad, I can’t even tell you.”

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Brothers

Winchesters on the job

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Bloody Mary” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“So anyway, Sam and Dean march into the local mortuary to check out the dead body. They’re posing as medical students and you can see they’re not quite comfortable with their lie yet. They manage to muddle through, but when the guy at the desk still refuses them entry, Sam pulls out a wad of cash. Dean protests to Sam that hey, he earned that money! Sam says, “You WON it in a poker game.” Dean goes, “Yeah?” Like, that’s supposed to matter? To Dean, winning and earning are the same thing. Sam, of course, knows the difference between the two. What’s interesting to me here is the fact that if Dean won the money, what’s it doing in Sam’s wallet? Did Dean instantly hand over his winnings to Sam, or was there a tussle about it? Does that make Sam the banker? Does Dean get an allowance? Personally, I don’t think he’d stand for that, so I kind of imagine that their money is communal, and they both pull out of a common kitty, and Sam just happens to have the nicer wallet. What’s Dean’s is Sam’s and vice versa. Which is rather nice, you know?”

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Dean listening

Sam talking in the car

The Impala in the rain