fic: Twelve Strong Horses
Aug. 20th, 2007 06:12 pmFandom: SPN AU, het. Jo/Dean, Jo/OMC.
Rating: PG-13: for underage, post-pubescent kissin'.
Spoilers: No.
Notes: Just cleaning out the WIP folder here, don't mind me. 3400 hundred words. AND HET. I KNOW. DON'T DISOWN ME. I don't know how old Jo's supposed to be, relatively, in canon, so call this an alternate alternate universe. Mistakes are my own, but the prompt was
delighter's. Sorry, baby, no back-alley abortions this time around. The three succeeding parts to this story are: What a Pretty Foal, The Longe Whip and The Horsethief Fortune.
Summary: John died, and Mary lived to raise her boys. Bill and Ellen Harvelle invited her in when she had nowhere to go, and now their kids all run wild through scrub brush and dustbowl cattle land.
( Now that's sixty-eight. )
Rating: PG-13: for underage, post-pubescent kissin'.
Spoilers: No.
Notes: Just cleaning out the WIP folder here, don't mind me. 3400 hundred words. AND HET. I KNOW. DON'T DISOWN ME. I don't know how old Jo's supposed to be, relatively, in canon, so call this an alternate alternate universe. Mistakes are my own, but the prompt was
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Summary: John died, and Mary lived to raise her boys. Bill and Ellen Harvelle invited her in when she had nowhere to go, and now their kids all run wild through scrub brush and dustbowl cattle land.
( Now that's sixty-eight. )