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fic: Our Lady of Lies and Wide Rivers
Jun. 5th, 2007 11:00 pmFandom: SPN, Sam, Dean, Sam/Dean
Rating: PG for monsters. Scary ones.
Spoilers: nothing episodic.
A/N: 8737 words makes this my new record. I know, lame, I know. There is a 6000 word first half to this story on my hard drive, but I can't get it to work, you know, artistically, so I am just posting the second part, and hoping the salient points are covered. Maybe one day the first half will work out for me and I'll post it. But until then, you can read Vocation.
DUDE THEY ARE EVACUATING MY BUILDING. SORRY FOR THE CRAP HEADER. GOD.
ETA II: ILLUSTRATED VERSION![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
delighter not only hacks my journal to read my secret poetry, she also makes the most delightful illustrated bookish PDFs that make reading the fic actually enjoyable for the eyes. GO HERE to see the sexiest blindfolded Gentle Sammy you'll ever see.
ETA: This journal has been hacked hard bydelighter here to say:
1.subterrain is neither drowned or delimbed yet. Calgary has been flooded, possibly by God, who is no doubt unimpressed with subterrain's premarital intercoursing. She heroically managed to post this (fucking awesome) story mere moments before she was forced from her immersed home and onto a city bus. Then she was going to come chill at my place, where we were going to get high and watch Kung Foo Hustle with my roommates, but then the building management decided to have a heart and put them up in a hotel. She is totally not going into work tomorrow!
2. For serious, this story is a sequel and you need to read Vocation first. I just wanted to make that extra clear so that no one misses out.
3. Pray forsubterrain. Pray that she doesn't invoke the wrath of God anymore and that her building doesn't smell like ass for the rest of the summer.
( “Sammy, I have never, in my entire life, seen you oggle a woman. Do not start with that one.” )
Rating: PG for monsters. Scary ones.
Spoilers: nothing episodic.
A/N: 8737 words makes this my new record. I know, lame, I know. There is a 6000 word first half to this story on my hard drive, but I can't get it to work, you know, artistically, so I am just posting the second part, and hoping the salient points are covered. Maybe one day the first half will work out for me and I'll post it. But until then, you can read Vocation.
DUDE THEY ARE EVACUATING MY BUILDING. SORRY FOR THE CRAP HEADER. GOD.
ETA II: ILLUSTRATED VERSION
delighter not only hacks my journal to read my secret poetry, she also makes the most delightful illustrated bookish PDFs that make reading the fic actually enjoyable for the eyes. GO HERE to see the sexiest blindfolded Gentle Sammy you'll ever see. ETA: This journal has been hacked hard by
delighter here to say:1.
subterrain is neither drowned or delimbed yet. Calgary has been flooded, possibly by God, who is no doubt unimpressed with subterrain's premarital intercoursing. She heroically managed to post this (fucking awesome) story mere moments before she was forced from her immersed home and onto a city bus. Then she was going to come chill at my place, where we were going to get high and watch Kung Foo Hustle with my roommates, but then the building management decided to have a heart and put them up in a hotel. She is totally not going into work tomorrow! 2. For serious, this story is a sequel and you need to read Vocation first. I just wanted to make that extra clear so that no one misses out.
3. Pray for
subterrain. Pray that she doesn't invoke the wrath of God anymore and that her building doesn't smell like ass for the rest of the summer. ( “Sammy, I have never, in my entire life, seen you oggle a woman. Do not start with that one.” )
