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Title: Two for Flinching and One for the Road
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: PG-13 for mild language
Spoilers: A little season one, but nothing you'll really notice.
Disclaimer: For the love of God, if I owned them, you'd know by now.

Summary: Dean and Sam mark the Autumnal holiday with some booze and a bonfire.

A/N: Waaaaaay back in 2006, before I had figured out how to post a fic on my LJ and then link that post on a comm, I wrote this story for spn_halloween. Most of you probably read it at one time or another, but I'm reposting it today because I'm feeling pretty melancholy for our old boys these days, plus, it's Halloween. :)

( They’ve been at the motel for four or five days, winding down from a particularly nasty gig, when the manager comes around.Collapse )

Title: Dutch
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: PG-13 - for language
Pairing: none (gen) Dean, Sam
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS/Timeline: takes place S1, between eps 1&2

Summary: They stayed in Palo Alto for a week after the fire, looking for answers.

A/N: About a million years ago, it seems, I wrote this story for the Brotherhood zine. I'd completely forgotten about it. Oops. I'm pretty sure quellefromage had eyes and ears on this, and probably pdragon76, too.

( Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter which fork you use. - Emily PostCollapse )

Title: The Sharpness of the Outline
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: R - for strong language and content
Pairing: none (gen) Dean, Sam, John
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS: through 3X07

Summary: There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. - Anaïs Nin

A/N: This story serves as my Sweet Charity fic for a_starfish Thanks to quellefromage for eyes and ears on this – I didn’t give her much time with it, so typos, grammar crap, or flying plot-holes still remaining are all my fault. Those interested can read Their Appointed Rounds which serves as a companion to this fic, though it's not necessary to do so. Special tip of the hat to smilla02 for the wonderful icons.

(  Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. - Jalal ad-Din Rumi Collapse )

Title: My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: R - for strong language and content
Pairing: none (gen) John, Andy Tuttle
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS: Um…for one of my fics?

Summary: John Winchester loves his boys – he’s just a complete shit at being able to show them how much.

A/N: This story is a companion of sorts to my fic The Sharpness of the Outline. Call it a missing scene, or a parallel occurrence, or a one-shot anomaly, but it’s not going to make any sense unless you’ve read/are reading the multi-chap. *faceplam* Sorry. quellefromage and pdragon76 have both had eyes on this, but any remaining crap is on my doorstep. Title courtesy of e.e. cummings.

( Wickenburg, Arizona - 2001Collapse )

Title: The Sharpness of the Outline
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: R - for strong language and content
Pairing: none (gen) Dean, Sam, John
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS: through 3X07

Summary: There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. - Anaïs Nin

A/N: This story serves as my Sweet Charity fic for a_starfish Thanks to pdragon76 for the kind of beta that constantly begs me to do better. Those interested can read Their Appointed Rounds which serves as a companion to this fic, though it's not necessary to do so. Special tip of the hat to smilla02 for the wonderful icons.

( A sensible man will remember that the eyes may be confused in two ways - by a change from light to darkness or from darkness to light; and he will recognize that the same thing happens to the soul. - PlatoCollapse )

Title: The Sharpness of the Outline
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: R - for strong language and content
Pairing: none (gen) Dean, Sam, John
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS: through 3X07

Summary: There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. - Anaïs Nin

A/N: This story serves as my Sweet Charity fic for a_starfish Thanks to hiyacynth for saving my bacon with a generous beta when I needed it. Those interested can read Their Appointed Rounds which serves as a companion to this fic, though it's not necessary to do so. Special tip of the hat to smilla02 for the wonderful icons.

( In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don’t. - Blaise PascalCollapse )

Ahoy-hoy, flist. Feel free to ignore this artsy post, or go here to understand the reason for it. P.S. gnatkip  I blame you.



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Title: The Sharpness of the Outline
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: R - for strong language and content
Pairing: none (gen) Dean, Sam, John
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS: through 3X07

Summary: There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. - Anaïs Nin

A/N: This story serves as my Sweet Charity fic for a_starfish Thanks to pdragon76 for massive support and pants kicking. Those interested can read Their Appointed Rounds which serves as a companion to this fic, though it's not necessary to do so. Special tip of the hat to smilla02 for the wonderful icons.

( The secret of forgiving everything is to understand nothing. - George Bernard ShawCollapse )

Title: The Sharpness of the Outline
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: R - for strong language and content
Pairing: none (gen) Dean, Sam, John
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS: through current season

Summary: There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. - Anaïs Nin

A/N: This story serves as my Sweet Charity fic for a_starfish Thanks to pdragon76 for massive support and pants kicking, and hiyacynth for her time and sharp eyes. Those interested can read Their Appointed Rounds which serves as a companion to this fic, though it's not necessary to do so. Special tip of the hat to smilla02 for the wonderful icons.

( One already wet does not feel the rain. - Turkish ProverbCollapse )

Title: The Sharpness of the Outline
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: R - for strong language and content
Pairing: none (gen) Dean, Sam, John
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS: through current season

Summary: There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. - Anaïs Nin

A/N: This story serves as my Sweet Charity fic for a_starfish Thanks to pdragon76 for massive support and pants kicking, hiyacynth for her always helpful smart-pantsocity, and lemmypie for after hours eyeballs. Those interested can read Their Appointed Rounds which serves as a companion to this fic, though it's not necessary to do so. Special tip of the hat to smilla02 for the wonderful icons.

( Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light? - Maurice FreehillCollapse )

Title: The Sharpness of the Outline
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: R - for strong language and content
Pairing: none (gen) Dean, Sam, John
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS: through current season

Summary: There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. - Anaïs Nin

A/N: This story serves as my Sweet Charity fic for a_starfish. Once I started, I couldn't stop. Thanks for being so patient, S. Also thanks to pdragon76 for massive support and pants kicking, and lemmypie and hiyacynth for after hours eyeballs. Those interested can read Their Appointed Rounds which serves as a companion to this fic, though it's not necessary to do so. Special tip of the hat to smilla02 for the wonderful icons.

( The values by which we are to survive are not rules for just and unjust conduct, but are those deeper illuminations in whose light justice and injustice, good and evil, means and ends are seen in fearful sharpness of outline. - Jacob BronowskiCollapse )

Title: Interruptus
Author: kimonkey7 
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: none (gen) Dean with implied John
SPOILERS/Timeline: pre-series
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.

Summary: Dean spends some time in the car, but he's not going anywhere.

A/N: Supposed to be comment fic, but god knows I'm too verbose for that, eh? Around 1200 words. Thanks (and happy birthday) to roque_clasique  who provided the impetus to get out the cobweb duster, and to quellefromage  for running me through paces, even if it means I left the field in an ambulance. *smish*

( It’s been an hour and forty-three minutes, his Timex tells him. Collapse )

Hey, Guys:

I just did a pretty major flist trim. If I cut you and you want back on, PM me and we'll talk.

Otherwise, nothing personal. Cut back or stick around. No hard feelings.

Kim

Title: Ignis Fatuus
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: none (gen) Bobby, Sam, and a mostly unconscious Dean
SPOILERS/Timeline: Speculative - let’s say between 2X05 and 2X06
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.

Summary: There’s a man beneath the costume Bobby Singer wears.

A/N: Written for spn_halloween and innie_darling’s prompt: Bobby hates being interrupted by the doorbell on Halloween. Front end beta’d by pdragon76, back end handled by Chicken Queen quellefromage. TA, ladies. My previous years’ spn_halloween entries here and here.

( No one ever rang his doorbell.Collapse )

Title: Primer
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: PG-13 for mild swears
Pairing: none (gen) Dean, John
Timeline/SPOILERS: none, pre-series
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.

Summary: Teach your children well, though they’ll learn plenty on their own.

A/N: Written for oxoniensis’s Fall Fandom Free-for-All, and animotus’s prompt: John didn't know Dean was so bossy!*whumpage is always appreciated*. ETA: Poooop! It's been so damn long since I did this, I forgot to add the much-deserved THANK YOU for pdragon76's fine beta. *facepalm*

( He squinted hard at whatever Dean was thrusting toward him, but couldn’t focus well enough to know if it was a pill, a bottle, or a goddamned possum.Collapse )

Mmm...delicious looking, no? Creamy frosting and SPRINKLES, yes?

But why 'cupfakes', Monkeys?

( That ain't no typo.Collapse )

...all I have to do is pull out my copy of Hamlet and open to ANY page.

Yeah, I know. EVERYBODY talks about what a great play it is. But you know what? IT IS. It's amazing and awe-inspiring and beautiful and hurty and just...GAH. I mean, sure, I've read it about 29 times now, and yeah, I'm secretly and slowly working on an adaptation (SHUT IT, and no, I won't give out details) but I alwaysalwaysalways find a bit that keeps blowing me away with brilliance.

Case in point:

From III. ii. - just after the King has guiltily rushed off from the Gonzago play, and old Queeny-pants sends Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in to fuck with Hamlet and get in his head a little. Rosencrantz has just finished attempting to scale up Hamlet's asshole when the hired Players enter with recorders. Hamlet dismisses Rosie's bullshit and turns on the fake crazy for Guildenstern.

Hamlet: Ay, sir, but "while the grass grows"--the proverb is something musty. O, the recorders. Let me see one. To withdraw with you--why do you go about to recover the wind of me as if you would drive me into a toil?

Guildenstern: O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.

Hamlet: I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?

Guildentstern: My lord, I cannot.

Hamlet: I pray you.

Guildenstern: Believe me, I cannot.

Hamlet: I pray you.

Guildenstern: Believe me, I cannot.

Hamlet: I do beseech you.

Guildenstern: I know no touch of it, my lord.

Hamlet: It's as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.

Guildenstern: But these cannot I command to any utt'rance of harmony; I have not the skill.

Hamlet: Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

OH. SNAP. Schooled. ELIZABETHAN SMACKDOWN.

I mean, the fucking METAPHOR. The beauty of it, the fucking breath-taking BRILLIANCE of it.

I mean, Hamlet's all: 'Don't fuck with me, fucker. Don't try to fucking play me, because you can't. YOU CAN'T.'

WHAT.

*suffers the vapors*

Seriously. Great shit, Maynard.