What more is there to say? I'm sure I've got a few knocking about (including a couple of actually "bloody" fics that aren't suitable for SPN-BigPretzel)
- ironically also last week's DEW challenge which I wrote most of, but then never finished...
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Title: The Hotel on the Edge of Forever
Writer: TheYmp
Artist: m-stoltz
Pairings: gen
Rating: Teen
Warnings: gory scenes, temporary major character death
Summary: A text from Castiel summons Sam and Dean to an imposing hotel, ruled over by the mysterious Concierge, where the line between nightmares and reality is tenuous, and nothing is quite what it seems.
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Recipient: candygramme
Original Prompt: Sam is working his way through the legacy Rowena has bequeathed to him. He finds a mirror that connects him with...?
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Synopsis: When Sam brings home Rowena's "affirmation mirror", he finds the reflection it casts is every inch as fabulous as the ornate design that frames it.
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Gingerly tugging on one of the nails to test it for strength, Sam cautiously hung the mirror on the wall. It was hardly a grand transformation, but he had to agree that it certainly lent something to the otherwise drab and utilitarian room.
"Dull and functional, just like me," sighed Sam, unashamedly feeling sorry for himself, gazing at himself unhappily in the mirror. Sometimes it was good to wallow. Dean had a strict rule that the only person allowed to speak ill of Sam was Dean himself – not even Sam was allowed to be critical. He supposed it was sweet if somewhat smothering.
"Well, shame on you!" cried Sam, his eyes widening in shock at the unbidden and unexpected words flowing from his mouth. Words that were equally mouthed by the reflection in front of him, but whose movements now no longer conformed to Sam's own. "A tall streak of hot, salty goodness like you has got no damn reason to be down on yourself!"
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"Sam?"
"Hmm. Yes, Jack?"
"What's Dean got in his hand?"
"Saran wrap," replied Sam as if this alone answered all the questions in the universe.
"Okay..." said Jack, with an increasingly puzzled frown. "But why he's using it to chase after Castiel?"
"Because he wants Cas to go swimming with him."
Jack shuddered. "Ooh, I hate how that makes my wings go all frizzy."
"I know, that what Cas said," snickered Sam. "But I may have mentioned to Dean how I used to shower when I had my arm in a cast."
"Ah!" replied Jack with sudden understanding. "Castiel runs quite quickly though, doesn't he?"
"Five bucks says Dean catches him," said Sam.
"You're on," snorted Jack as they both settled down to watch events unfold.
