Fic: 6 (SPN)
Title: 6
Author: Hope (
angstslashhope)
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: Gen, pre-series, AU.
Rating: PG
Notes: One of those “crack” scenarios that I manage to make not-so-crackish. Have been threatening this one for a while.
http://hope.oscillating.net/2007/10/17/fic-6
http://archiveofourown.org/works/356
Author: Hope (
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Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: Gen, pre-series, AU.
Rating: PG
Notes: One of those “crack” scenarios that I manage to make not-so-crackish. Have been threatening this one for a while.
http://hope.oscillating.net/2007/10/17/fic-6
http://archiveofourown.org/works/356
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hope, you are the best thing in the world, followed closely by this fic. a;sldkfj;asldkjfalkjhdfklkjjhhg;!!!!11 i have no words but these:
FUCKING A!!!
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Yay! Thank you! :D
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I love this with an unholy amount of love.
and now I must resist the urge to draw poor adorable demon-y Sam rightRIGHTnow, because I can't afford to sleep through my 8am class again, haha.
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DO NOT RESIST! I would DIE for fanart for this story :D :D
*uses complementary icon*
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Thank you :)
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Now for my squeeing and giggling:
OMG, you made Sammy into pan! Or is he a demon baby?! I guess with the horns the latter works better. I still can't believe you gave him hooves! HOOVES!!!!
Loved it to pieces.
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I'm glad you enjoyed it! thanks for the great feedback :)
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This is all sorts of awesome. I love the John pov.
I feel for him, having to do the dad bit all on his own, and then Sam turning Devil!Baby with hooves and horns to boot.
Lovely. Thanks :)
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Glad you liked it :)
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Well, except for all of that sanding, of course. *g*
Favorite lines:
His learning curve with Dean had been a steep one; nothing that shat, drooled and vomited that much could ever be considered holy, even in the most esoteric sense (which John generally preferred).
*g*
It leaves his hands smelling like lanolin, remnant oiliness in the grain of his fingerprints.
Good details.
The fine dust of it drifts down onto Sam's shoulders almost like splintery dandruff, and when he shakes it off the particles grab the lamplight in a golden haze before falling out of light.
Ooh, good ending image.
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Thank you!