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  <title>Supernatural Episode Fiction</title>
  <subtitle>Because an episode is never long enough...</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Supernatural Episode Fiction</name>
  </author>
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  <updated>2008-08-19T16:03:10Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:58777</id>
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    <title>Not Tonight</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T16:03:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T16:03:10Z</updated>
    <category term="pilot"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Not Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Nativestar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing/Character:&lt;/b&gt; Dean and Sam. No pairings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing. Just playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13, gen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 832 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings/Spoilers:&lt;/b&gt; None, except maybe bring a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Inspired by spnflashfic’s prompt of ‘ten minutes later’.  I missed the deadline for that so it’s now just a gift for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pinkphoenix1985' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pinkphoenix1985.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pinkphoenix1985.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pinkphoenix1985&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who suggested I write one for the Pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  Dean worries about Sam, who’s doing a pretty good zombie impression.  Set just after the Pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nativestar.livejournal.com/21122.html#cutid1"&gt;It takes ten minutes to drive to a motel.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:58380</id>
    <author>
      <name>And she had no fear. She had become like they are.</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="samidha"/>
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    <title>Fic: The Message Gen PG JohnPOV third person</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T08:53:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T08:53:28Z</updated>
    <category term="season one fic list"/>
    <category term="home"/>
    <content type="html">The person I wrote this for (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='painting_walls' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://painting-walls.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://painting-walls.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;painting_walls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) really liked it, so I thought that was as good a reason as any to go ahead and share it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Message&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: Dean, everyday hero, from &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='painting_walls' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://painting-walls.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://painting-walls.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;painting_walls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters: John, Dean by proxy.&lt;br /&gt;Length: 526 words - flash fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: John reacts to the message Dean leaves during Home.&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Takes place during S1 episode Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://samidha.livejournal.com/980602.html"&gt;John listened to the voicemail from Dean for the third time since he'd received it.  His chest had started aching as soon as his phone chimed to let him know there was one to hear--anyone else would do what his voicemail message said and called his son.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:58339</id>
    <author>
      <name>chemm80</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="chemm80"/>
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    <title>Fic:  Family Business--Everybody Loves a Clown Coda</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T20:56:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T20:57:56Z</updated>
    <category term="everybody loves a clown"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Family Business&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;chemm80&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating/Warnings:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;PG-13, gen, angst. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;555&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Set after 2x02 Everybody Loves a Clown.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Written for&amp;nbsp;Spnflashfic &lt;/span&gt;Ten Minutes After Challenge and previously posted there.&amp;nbsp; Ten minutes after&amp;nbsp;Dean’s thrashed the Impala, Sam’s still watching.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dean, Sam and Bobby don’t belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="You need to watch him"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chemm80.livejournal.com/15976.html#cutid1"&gt;http://chemm80.livejournal.com/15976.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:57811</id>
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    <title>One Year Old Today!</title>
    <published>2008-08-11T18:04:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-11T18:04:18Z</updated>
    <category term="mod post"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='spn_epific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spn_epific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is one year old today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community has grown so much from just myself with &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='extraonions' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://extraonions.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://extraonions.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;extraonions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; help and handholding, to over 208 members, 253 watchers and over 250 stories posted.  I think that's called a success, right?  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's largely down to you guys, the ones writing, reading and reccing so thank you!  Thank you so much for your hard work, your creativity and your enthusiasm.  It's been a fantastic year and I'm sure next year will be even better!  With season four just around the corner I'm sure there'll be no shortage of episode fics!  :)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:57571</id>
    <author>
      <name>chemm80</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="chemm80"/>
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    <title>Fic: This Road I Travel-Sam, Dean, Faith Missing Scene</title>
    <published>2008-08-08T19:00:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-08T19:00:04Z</updated>
    <category term="faith"/>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;This Road I Travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;chemm80&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairings:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sam and Dean, mention of John.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;PG-13 &lt;/span&gt;for strong language&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dean and Sam don’t belong to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Summary:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Missing scene for Faith.&amp;nbsp; Sam's driving Dean to Nebraska.&amp;nbsp; Sequel to Heart Sounds here&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://chemm80.livejournal.com/13947.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;font color="#379cb3"&gt;http://chemm80.livejournal.com/13947.htm&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;l#cutid1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;About 2700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Travel This Road to my LJ"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chemm80.livejournal.com/15384.html?#cutid1"&gt;http://chemm80.livejournal.com/15384.html?#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:57167</id>
    <author>
      <name>seriously evil witch here, guys!</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="irnan"/>
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    <title>fic: And some have silver linings</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T21:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T21:02:34Z</updated>
    <category term="provenance"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; And some have silver linings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge:&lt;/b&gt; A female character, and a difficult decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Hints of Sam/Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13. There's cussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own them not; nor do they bring me profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Sarah can't quite decide if she'd rather just freak right out or learn the truth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;- missing scene for "Provenance"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/spn_xx/27335.html"&gt;(many times i've lied/ many times i've listened)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:56846</id>
    <author>
      <name>Katie</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="clarksmuse"/>
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    <title>No Happy Ending (1/1) - Sam/OFC</title>
    <published>2008-08-02T12:08:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-02T12:08:49Z</updated>
    <category term="dream a little dream of me"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; No Happy Ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='clarksmuse' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://clarksmuse.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://clarksmuse.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;clarksmuse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='strangevisitor7' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://strangevisitor7.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://strangevisitor7.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangevisitor7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters/Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Sam, Dean, Emma (OFC) – Sam/OFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode:&lt;/b&gt; post-3:10 "Dream a Little Dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/b&gt; Only if you haven't seen that episode yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='occhallenge' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/occhallenge/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/occhallenge/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;occhallenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ocean – table is &lt;a href="http://clarksmuse.livejournal.com/298067.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;; for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='philosophy_20' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/philosophy_20/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/philosophy_20/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;philosophy_20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  #2 loss – table is &lt;a href="http://clarksmuse.livejournal.com/298390.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;; for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='spn_het_love' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_het_love/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_het_love/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spn_het_love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s missing scene challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; This was it, he thought. I’m home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I don’t own the Winchesters; they belong to Kripke. I just enjoy playing with them. The girl is all mine, along with her faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://clarksmuse.livejournal.com/312039.html#cutid1"&gt;Sam swore that if he shut his eyes, he could see into forever.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:56588</id>
    <author>
      <name>rafikiven</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="rafikiven"/>
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    <title>Fic: When You Died, [PG-13], Dean--AHBL2 Missing scene</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T17:17:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T17:20:13Z</updated>
    <category term="season two fic list"/>
    <category term="all hell breaks loose part 2"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;Title: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;When You Died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author: &lt;/strong&gt;Rafikiven&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;Pairings/characters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;Gen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dean, wee!Sammy (sort of)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;1150&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt; PG-13 (For language)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partial Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Season 2 Episode 22.&amp;nbsp; Missing scene from AHBL Part 2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Full summary after the cut due to spoilers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;Warnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt; Spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose Parts 1 and 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: no"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Supernatural and its characters are the property of its creators and the CW network.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No profit is being made from this story and no copyright infringement is intended.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://rafikiven.livejournal.com/4545.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;When You Died...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:56449</id>
    <author>
      <name>seriously evil witch here, guys!</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="irnan"/>
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    <title>fic: Dreamed you a sin and a lie</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T13:29:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T13:29:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Dreamed you a sin and a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes the most absurd little things are the ones that hurt the most.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;- coda to "What Is And What Should Never Be"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;PG-13, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own them not; nor do they bring me profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN:&lt;/b&gt; A Novelty: a wincest-free coda to &lt;i&gt;"What Is"&lt;/i&gt;. Imagine that. Title from the Stones.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://irnan.livejournal.com/50082.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;(no sweeping exits or offstage lines/ could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:56069</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/56069.html"/>
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    <title>Fic: On Hold</title>
    <published>2008-07-28T15:25:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-28T15:25:02Z</updated>
    <category term="summer ficathon 08"/>
    <category term="skin"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; On Hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;  Nativestar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing/Character: &lt;/b&gt;  Dean and Sam. No pairings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;  I own nothing. Just playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;  PG, gen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count: &lt;/b&gt;  1,165&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings/Spoilers: &lt;/b&gt;  None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes: &lt;/b&gt;  Episode tag for Skin, written for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='spn_epific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spn_epific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’s ficathon using the prompt “Did Dean call his father and leave him a message that he was still alive?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt; Dean waits for that one phone call he knows is never coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nativestar.livejournal.com/19311.html?#cutid1"&gt;Dean doesn't think about calling anyone at first.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:55898</id>
    <author>
      <name>seriously evil witch here, guys!</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="irnan"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/55898.html"/>
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    <title>fic: In my hand a sword of gold</title>
    <published>2008-07-27T16:14:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-27T16:14:25Z</updated>
    <category term="red sky at morning"/>
    <category term="bedtime stories"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;In my hand a sword of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Sam's useless at the whole distracting-from-the-real-issue thing, but he does have a way of planting seeds in his brother's mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;- coda to "Bedtime Stories" AND "Red Sky At Morning". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;I own then not; nor do they bring me profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN: &lt;/b&gt;Born out of and closely connected to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://irnan.livejournal.com/48715.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#437111"&gt;this post&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#437111"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;about probable Winchester reading habits. The song referred to is "Guinevere" by Crosby Stills &amp;amp; Nash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://irnan.livejournal.com/48910.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;font color="#437111"&gt;(Fairy tales are more than true. Not because they tell us that dragons exist, because every child knows in their hearts that dragons exist. But because they tell us that dragons can be defeated. - G.K. Chesterton)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:55582</id>
    <author>
      <name>seriously evil witch here, guys!</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="irnan"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/55582.html"/>
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    <title>fic: Fortune do her worst</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T20:23:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T20:23:56Z</updated>
    <category term="bad day at black rock"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Fortune do her worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Dean's fed up. Sammy's sulking. And he needs new shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; - coda to "Bad Day At Black Rock"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own them not; nor do they bring me profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN:&lt;/b&gt; Title from Alexander Pope. OMG you guys, I wrote Dean-and-Sammy. It's been &lt;i&gt;months&lt;/i&gt;. Their parents took up all my headspace for a while there. HI, BOYS! *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://irnan.livejournal.com/48404.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us loose; as long as she never makes us loose our honesty and our independance)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:55362</id>
    <author>
      <name>Katie</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="clarksmuse"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/55362.html"/>
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    <title>Promises to Keep (1/1) - Sam/OFC</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T20:47:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T20:47:07Z</updated>
    <category term="mystery spot"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Promises to Keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; clarksmuse        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; strangevisitor7       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode: &lt;/b&gt;3.12 "Mystery Spot" Sam montage scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Sam Winchester, OFC (Emma Boudreaux), Bobby Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; for occhallenge: empty. Table is &lt;a href="http://clarksmuse.livejournal.com/298067.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;; for philosophy_20: #17 - Lack of God. Table is &lt;a href="http://clarksmuse.livejournal.com/298390.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;Sam encounters a familiar face on his journey to avenge Dean's death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; No, I don’t own Sam and Bobby. I do, however, own the girl, so all her faults are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author’s Note:&lt;/b&gt; Part of the &lt;a href="http://clarksmuse.livejournal.com/258946.html"&gt;We All Fall (Down)&lt;/a&gt; 'verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://clarksmuse.livejournal.com/309146.html#cutid1"&gt;The gaping, pulsating hole where his heart used to be didn’t need the reminder of better days.&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:55078</id>
    <author>
      <name>A Thursday Afternoon Girl</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="snugduff"/>
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    <title>All Right Now</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T00:12:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T00:12:08Z</updated>
    <category term="summer ficathon 08"/>
    <category term="no exit"/>
    <content type="html">Title: All Right Now&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='snugduff' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://snugduff.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://snugduff.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;snugduff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character: Dean, Sam, Jo, Ellen.&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 3,169&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Summary: 2x06 No Exit &lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Uhhh nothing. Unless you don't like almost Sam/Jo?&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own it. Belongs to Kripke, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snugduff.livejournal.com/165587.html"&gt;All Right Now&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:55002</id>
    <author>
      <email>adaeliana@mail.com</email>
      <name>Ada</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="ada_c_eliana"/>
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    <title>Her Better Half</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T19:48:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T19:48:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's my post for the ficathon!&amp;nbsp; This fic started out small and then morphed into a monster.&amp;nbsp; As such, it's&amp;nbsp;still a little rough around the edges, not quite up to snuff, but that's what happens when you're under a&amp;nbsp;deadline sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Anyway,&amp;nbsp;I hope you all enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Her Better Half&lt;br /&gt;By: Ada C. Eliana&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 4700+&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Spoilers for the season three finale.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Note: Ths is my response to the &amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='spn_epific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spn_epific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;ficathon.&amp;nbsp; My prompt was for 'No Rest for the Wicked' &lt;em&gt;How much does the little girl remember of her possession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Abigail Fremont's life was completely uprooted the night she woke to find a man standing over her bed with a knife.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts I and II over at my journal: &lt;a href="http://ada-c-eliana.livejournal.com/30758.html"&gt;The family moved quickly, never going back to their old house.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:54605</id>
    <author>
      <name>gayeld</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="gayeld"/>
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    <title>Isn't That Weird?</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T14:41:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T14:41:59Z</updated>
    <category term="pilot"/>
    <category term="ficathon"/>
    <category term="summer ficathon 08"/>
    <category term="season one fic list"/>
    <category term="missing scene"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;Here's&amp;nbsp;my second promised&amp;nbsp;story for the ficathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Isn't that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count: &lt;/strong&gt;1900 and change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Jess' weekend alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promt:&lt;/strong&gt; What did Jess tell their friends about Sam suddenly leaving town with the brother they'd heard almost nothing about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gayeld.livejournal.com/6616.html#cutid1"&gt;Isn't That Weird?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='gayeld' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://gayeld.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://gayeld.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gayeld&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:54409</id>
    <author>
      <name>gayeld</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="gayeld"/>
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    <title>Vanishing Acts</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T13:14:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T13:15:23Z</updated>
    <category term="salvation"/>
    <category term="ficathon"/>
    <category term="summer ficathon 08"/>
    <category term="season one fic list"/>
    <category term="missing scene"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Vanishing Acts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://gayeld.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: bottom; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height="17" alt="[info]" width="17" src="http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gayeld.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;gayeld&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000cc" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count: &lt;/strong&gt;800+&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Azazael’s having a very good day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prompt:&lt;/strong&gt; Where did the Demon go after he left Rosie’s nursery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gayeld.livejournal.com/6163.html"&gt;This way to the story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Bad username:    ]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:54048</id>
    <author>
      <name>C.M.S. Cipriano</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="almightyspaz"/>
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    <title>Objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are - 1/1 - PG-13 - Sam - Fresh Blood</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T00:46:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T00:46:51Z</updated>
    <category term="fresh blood"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Title: Objects in the Rearview Mirror (may Appear Closer than they are) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: C.M.S. Cipriano&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: None &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Dark subject matter? Its kind of a given on this show. Also: Death Fic.&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 1,106&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Sam realizes that they are no longer in control of the vehicle anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Spn_epific prompt: Sam’s thoughts during Fresh Blood. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I own nothing, blah blah, blah. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distribution: Just tell me where it’s going. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews: They are the awesome. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author’s Commentary: I had an idea to do a Fresh Blood story awhile back, but I only got a paragraph in before I killed it. Now with this prompt I was able to bring the story back to life. I blame Meatloaf for this fic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;+&lt;a href="http://almightyspaz.livejournal.com/83858.html"&gt; To the Story &lt;/a&gt;+ &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:53828</id>
    <author>
      <name>deluweil</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="deluweil"/>
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    <title>SPN Summer Ficathon 08 - Little Brother's Watching You</title>
    <published>2008-07-20T20:30:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T20:37:39Z</updated>
    <category term="summer ficathon 08"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Little Brother's Watching You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='deluweil' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://deluweil.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://deluweil.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;deluweil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters: &lt;/strong&gt;Dean, Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count: &lt;/strong&gt;836 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Missing scene for 3x04-Sin City, written for the Summer Ficathon 08&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Challenge:&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; What kind of conversation do Sam and Dean have about Sam shooting Casey and Father Gil without even trying to exorcise them?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Spoilers for 3x04-Sin City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/strong&gt;Dean and Sam are not mine nor does SPN (this is just not fair!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Note: &lt;/strong&gt;A big Thank you and a hug to my beta &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mijmeraar' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mijmeraar.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mijmeraar.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mijmeraar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;ILU girl!!&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Go To Fic"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"Sammy, be careful." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These three words cut me deep&lt;/i&gt;, Sam thought inwardly&lt;span style="COLOR: red"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;Dean was stuck down there with a demon and he was telling Sam to be careful; never afraid for himself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;Well, Sam was afraid for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: red"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It consumed him, enabled him to move faster and get to his brother's side. Nothing would stop him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;He remembers, mostly, the panic when he looked around to find that the priest was no where to be found; probably finding a way to break through into the basement. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;What if he gets there first?&lt;/i&gt; What if Sam isn't quick enough? Dean depended on him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;In the back of his mind Sam wonders how Dean kept getting himself into these kinds of situations all the time, but that didn't matter now. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;He runs down the stairs and hears the fighting sounds: Dean's shout and an almighty crash. "You two?" he heard Dean asking, then, "For Centuries, we've been to hell and back literally".&lt;span style="COLOR: red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Oh great,' Sam&lt;/i&gt; grumbles. '&lt;i&gt;Monogamous Demons.' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;"Don't kill him, let's just go." He heard the Girl say, &lt;i&gt;'Kill' &lt;/i&gt;and his mind screamed &lt;i&gt;'No!’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;He wouldn’t let this happen&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As if something inside him just snapped his running turned into racing; down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. When he finally entered the basement, the demon priest had Dean by the throat and Dean was choking. His big brother was choking. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Dying.&lt;span style="COLOR: red"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;At that moment he truly understood what Dean was talking about a year ago, that he would do &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; to keep his brother safe. He didn't hesitate, didn't even flinch, he just aimed and shot. Dean slumping to the floor did nothing to calm him and before he could register his brother's, &lt;i&gt;"Sam No!" &lt;/i&gt;he shot Casey too.&lt;span style="COLOR: red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;As he stands in front of the mirror in his hotel room, flashes of Dean's shocked (and if he admitted it, slightly frightened), gaze ran inside his mind. He never thought, nor did he ever want, to see his brother looking at him like that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;When he heard the motel room door close, he turned and walked out of the bathroom.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"Hey," he greeted Dean.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"Hey." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"You okay?" Sam asked, head tilted to the side.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"Yeah," Dean replied looking intently into Sam's eyes, foolishly afraid that they'd turn black on him all of a sudden. No, they were a deep brown as ever and he gave an inward sigh of relief. "The better question is, are you?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Sam frowned in confusion. "Why wouldn't I be?" &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"Well … let's see,” Dean said dryly. “You wasted two demons disguised as &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;people&lt;/i&gt; - without even flinching - for starters."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"I saved your life." Sam's frown deepened. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dean sighed and sank onto his bed, every bruise on his body making it-self known. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;He ached&lt;/i&gt;. "I know," he said, raking a hand through his short cropped hair. "And if I haven't thanked you yet, I’m thanking you now." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"Don't mention it," Sam replied, rubbing at the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable with what Dean often called a ‘chick-flick moment’.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"But, still. The way you just shot them without hesitation," Dean pressed. "It's not like you, man."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Sam gave a bark of humorless laughter and shook his head exasperatedly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"What's so funny?"&lt;span style="COLOR: red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Sam sighed and sat next to Dean. "Remember what you told me once, when we were hiding in that accursed shack? After saving dad?" &lt;i&gt;'Before we knew he was possessed' &lt;/i&gt;his mind added.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"What was that?" Dean asked, though he had a pretty good idea what Sam was talking about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"You said that even though the demons were in human bodies – and even though it scared you, sometimes - you didn't hesitate, or even flinch. Because when it came to me and dad you were willing to do &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;anythin&lt;/i&gt;g," Sam recited. "What your thick head has trouble to understand -" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dean raised a questioning eyebrow to his little brother but Sam ignored him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"- is that it goes both ways. I said it once I'll say it again, you're my big brother, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for you." Dean felt his heart swell inside his chest. God, how he loved his lil’ brother.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"And if it means killing two possessed humans then so be it. I didn't &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; two humans; I saw two &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;demons&lt;/i&gt; and they were trying to kill my big brother. Got it?" Sam finished, oblivious to Dean's inner thoughts. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dean gave the younger hunter a smile. "Bitch," he muttered fondly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"Jerk," Sam retorted smiling back. "Get some sleep"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"That's supposed to be my line," Dean almost whined. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Almost&lt;/i&gt;, ‘cause &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Winchester&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; men don't whine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"Well you look like shit, so it's definitely my line tonight," Sam retorted. Then, heading into the bathroom, added, "I'm in the shower if you need anything." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dean, who was already under the covers, raised his head one more time. "Hey Sam?" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"Yeah?" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"Thanks" he repeated, no longer anxious that his baby brother was going rogue on him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;'At least I hope he's not. God I hope he's not'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what'd you think.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:53640</id>
    <author>
      <name>dime_for_12</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="dime_for_12"/>
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    <title>Fic: Swimming in a Paper Cup: Dean, Sam, PG13</title>
    <published>2008-07-20T07:40:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T07:40:38Z</updated>
    <category term="summer ficathon 08"/>
    <category term="shadow"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Swimming in a Paper Cup&lt;br /&gt;Author: dime_for_12&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Dean, Sam, mentions of John&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 1018&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Summary: written for the Season 1x16 &lt;em&gt;Shadows &lt;/em&gt;prompt: &lt;em&gt;What kind of conversation did the boys have about Dean's decision to send John off on his own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Warnings/Spoilers: slight references to the Pilot and &lt;em&gt;Faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.  Please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Link is here: &lt;a href="http://dime-for-12.livejournal.com/4844.html"&gt;Swimming in a Paper Cup, 1/1&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:53337</id>
    <author>
      <name>the ricky the bartender fanatic.</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="vorrothiel"/>
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    <title>Missing Truths, Meg, OCs; PG gen</title>
    <published>2008-07-18T19:22:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-18T19:23:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Missing Truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='vorrothiel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://vorrothiel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://vorrothiel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;vorrothiel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating, Notes:&lt;/b&gt; gen, PG. Based on the &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='spn_epific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spn_epific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; prompt: &lt;i&gt; Who was Meg Masters? Was her family notified of her death? How did they react?&lt;/i&gt; Spoilers through 3.12, Jus in Bello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='knittedshadow' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://knittedshadow.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://knittedshadow.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;knittedshadow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the beta and hand-holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://vorrothiel.livejournal.com/183899.html"&gt;Meg may be Meg, but she sure ain’t herself.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:53104</id>
    <author>
      <name>gayeld</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="gayeld"/>
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    <title>All The Pieces</title>
    <published>2008-07-18T17:37:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-18T17:42:26Z</updated>
    <category term="season two fic list"/>
    <category term="missing scene"/>
    <category term="all hell breaks loose part 2"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'm still waiting to get my two ficathon stories back from my Beta 2.0. But I was watching all the stories being posted and feeling pouty because I want to play too, so I decided to link this episode related missing scene here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Author: &amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='gayeld' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://gayeld.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://gayeld.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gayeld&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#2f2f2f"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Sam puts together the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/strong&gt; They exist. Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Eric’s. None of the really good toys are mine. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gayeld.livejournal.com/3710.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;All The Pieces&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:52857</id>
    <author>
      <email>legoline@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Little Miss Sunshine</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="legoline"/>
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    <title>Fic: In September</title>
    <published>2008-07-18T10:04:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-18T10:04:35Z</updated>
    <category term="dead in the water"/>
    <category term="summer ficathon 08"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; In September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='legoline' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://legoline.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://legoline.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;legoline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating/Warning/Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Gen. PG. About 2,200 words. No spoilers except for the pilot episode. Thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='raynedanser' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://raynedanser.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://raynedanser.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;raynedanser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for beta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt; No copyright infringement intended. No money is made out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;. (For the 1x03 &lt;i&gt;Dead In The Water&lt;/i&gt; ficathon prompt: "How long did Dean go without speaking after Mary’s death?")  &lt;i&gt;Dean stares at him, a little bundle filled up with terror but no words, and John’s world goes mute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://legoline.livejournal.com/837519.html#cutid1"&gt;He sees himself with Sammy in his arms and a towel thrown over his shoulder, bottle of milk on the table. But the memories feel like watching someone else doing it.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:52547</id>
    <author>
      <name>C.M.S. Cipriano</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="almightyspaz"/>
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    <title>My Epic Post!</title>
    <published>2008-07-17T18:26:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-17T18:26:56Z</updated>
    <category term="dead in the water"/>
    <category term="the benders"/>
    <category term="playthings"/>
    <category term="simon said"/>
    <category term="summer ficathon 08"/>
    <content type="html">I bring to you four of my stories based on the prompts provided by the people of this lovely community. Seven down, two more to go! Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;a href="http://almightyspaz.livejournal.com/82481.html"&gt;The Bridge Between Life and Death&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: C.M.S. Cipriano&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: None &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: I can’t think of anything. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 549 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Lucas wants his mother to do something with him.&lt;br /&gt;Spn_epific prompt: What were Lucas’s first words when he started speaking again? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: As you all know, no one truly owns anything and if I owned it then that would result in badness. Like Wincest badness, oh and Bobby would be more like Ash from the Evil Dead series. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distribution: Just tell me where it’s going. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews: They are greatly appreciated. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author’s Commentary: I realized that I picked way too many prompts but I am slowly getting them done. In fact I have only two left, yippie! Oh and sorry for the long ass title. I swear I’m starting to get like Fall Out Boy with the titles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Title: &lt;a href="http://almightyspaz.livejournal.com/81774.html"&gt;The Great and Powerful Andy! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: C.M.S. Cipriano&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: None &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: I can’t think of anything? Can you? Sorry, I’m talking to my imaginary friend Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 500&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: For one shining day it does not suck to be Andy.&lt;br /&gt;Spn_epific prompt: How did Andy discover his powers? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Puhleez, like I would be doing crap if I owned this show. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distribution: Just tell me where it’s going. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews: Yes I love them. They taste good in ketchup. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author’s Commentary: Another one down. Yippie ka-ya muther… cat! &lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Title: &lt;a href="http://almightyspaz.livejournal.com/82075.html"&gt;The Darkness of the Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: C.M.S. Cipriano&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: None &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Um, grossness? &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 543&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Kathleen discovers something pretty strange after letting the Winchesters go.&lt;br /&gt;Spn_epific prompt: What happened to Mama Bender? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I own nothing! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distribution: Just tell me where it’s going. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews: Always loved &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author’s Commentary: Okay, yet another story inspired by Southern Gothic tales. Woohoo!&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Title: &lt;a href="http://almightyspaz.livejournal.com/82241.html"&gt;Talking to Little Dead Girls&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: C.M.S. Cipriano&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: None &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: I can’t think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 569&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Roger Corman always wanted to live in a haunted mansion.&lt;br /&gt;Spn_epific prompt: Playthings – Do the new owners of the inn notice anything strange about it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I own nothing! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distribution: Just tell me where it’s going. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews: Greatly appreciated. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author’s Commentary: This story is slightly AU in that the house from Playthings is not demolished. And I will give points to anyone who can guess where I swiped the guys name from. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spn_epific:52270</id>
    <author>
      <name>kes1807</name>
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    <title>Fic: Can't go Back in There</title>
    <published>2008-07-16T23:41:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-16T23:41:51Z</updated>
    <category term="summer ficathon 08"/>
    <category term="season one fic list"/>
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    <content type="html">Title:  Can’t go Back in There&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='kes1807' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kes1807.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kes1807.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kes1807&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters: John, Dean, Sam and Missouri&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: Approx. 800&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Gen&lt;br /&gt;Summary: season 1, episode 9 Home – for the &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='spn_epific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spn_epific/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spn_epific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; prompt “John watching the boys during Home”&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Spoilers only if you haven’t seen the episode Home&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters or Supernatural, just playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;A/N: Much thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='realscape' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://realscape.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://realscape.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;realscape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='garvaldmains' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://garvaldmains.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://garvaldmains.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;garvaldmains&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the betas any mistakes are all mine. Also huge thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hay1ock' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hay1ock.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hay1ock.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hay1ock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the support, encouragement and handholding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first thing I have ever written so feedback would be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John sits on the sofa in Missouri’s home, brow furrowed and hands clasped, fear etched deep in his face. He is consumed by the desperation to see his boys again but he knows it is too dangerous for them to all be together, especially here in Lawrence. In the place where they lived, their family home. Where everything started all those years ago, their lives changing forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His beloved wife, his Mary, the hopes and plans they had… shattered, gone forever.  That night scorched in his mind like it was yesterday, images of Mary bleeding and burning on the ceiling, her desperate husband unable to reach her, unable to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flinches as he recalls Dean’s desperate pleas to help them on his voicemail, crying, saying he doesn’t know what to do, pleading for his help “Dad, please?” It nearly breaks him to hear so much anguish in Dean’s voice. Anguish, panic and fear, all overlaid with worry for Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks him a little more, because he knows now what might happen to Sam. Knows what it is the demon wants with him. He won’t let that happen, he can’t let that happen, not to Sam, not to his baby boy. He has to protect him, protect both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows that he will never win ‘Father of the Year’; he knows that he doesn’t deserve it. All the responsibility he’d put on Dean’s shoulders from such a young age was so unfair of him. He also knows he’ll keep on doing it. Dean will always be the one to stand up for his family, no questions asked, and John’s guilt deepens, because he is using Dean’s feelings over and over again. He tells himself it’s to protect Dean and Sam, to keep them safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watches them from a distance. He can’t let them see him or let Sam feel his presence. He’s ready, just in case, ready to go in guns blazing. He won’t let them die, his boys. This is something they have to do themselves though, this, he believes, will help to give them some sort of closure, help with the memories. Dean needs to do this, he’s sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees’ the bright white light and the flames, ready to move, ready to go in there to his boys, panic in his eyes, frozen to the spot, watching, ready to help if necessary.  He knows Missouri, his dear friend, is in there with them, helping to protect them. He hopes it’s enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels a sudden calm, a sense of relief, of peace of sorts, and then everything is quiet, so quiet, in the dark night.  He knows, knows now they are safe, his sons, his boys.  Quickly he moves in the shadows, heading back to Missouri’s, hiding from them all, still unable to be with them.  The guilt is coming off of him in sickening waves as Missouri walks in. She stops and stares at him, demands to know what is going on, why he wasn’t there with his boys, why Sam didn’t feel his presence? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His strong boys, he’s so proud of them both, only he never tells them that. He can’t afford to let sentiment get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missouri speaks again, snapping him out of his thoughts, his worry.  He looks up and meets her stare, deep lines across his brow, hands clasped together, and the pain showing deeper on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John speaks to her then, and says, “Mary was really there? She saved them? Dean and Sammy, she protected her boys’, her babies?” Missouri nods her head, and tells him “Yes it was Mary. She fought for her boys, and now she’s at peace.” He nods in acknowledgement; he can’t speak, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels so destroyed, he should’ve been there, seen for himself, a chance to say goodbye.  Standing there with his sons, protecting them, like a father should. Made sure they were safe, leaving nothing to chance. But to be there with them, he’s certain, would have put them in greater danger, or so he tells himself. It doesn’t ease the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should call them, call Dean, let them know he cares, that he loves them, that he was there watching, just in case. Ready to go in there with them, but he won’t. It’s too sentimental, a luxury he can’t afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll keep watching them, hunting, researching, until he has the answers. Until he has the means to kill the demon.  The demon that robbed him of his wife, and his sons of their mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demon that turned his perfect family into this broken shattered one.</content>
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