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clex_monkie89) wrote2008-07-21 11:32 pm
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Entry tags:
- fandom: supernatural,
- fic,
- fic genre: het,
- fic genre: slash,
- fic genre: wincest,
- fic pairing: dean/other,
- fic pairing: sam/dean,
- fic pairing: sam/jess,
- fic pairing: sam/omc,
- fic rating: nc-17,
- fic: commentary,
- fic: supernatural,
- fic: supernatural: big bang,
- fic: supernatural: stanford,
- fic: supernatural: symbology
Postcards (From Easy Street) - Fic Index.
Title: Postcards (From Easy Street)
Author name:
clex_monkie89
Artist name:
mashimero
Genre: SPN AU
Pairings: Sam/Jess, Sam/Dean (also Dean/OMC, Dean/Cassie, Sam/Zach)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 43,200
Summary: She's his baby brother's new girlfriend.
He's some stranger who knows more about her boyfriend than she does.
Together theyfight crime have sex talk on the phone a lot.
(Oh, and also there's some guy named Sam who keeps getting his ass kicked and has a run-in with some incubi-infected frat guys.)
Notes/Acknowledgments: Betad by
waterofthemoon,
ashley, and
dea_liberty.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do for this year's Big Bang. I wanted to give Sam DID and explore that. Wee!Sam, Stanford, Series, I wanted to do it all. But then I realized this fic wanted to be written in short bursts, because all of Sam's alters wanted to have their say, and I didn't know if I could keep it up for 20k.
Cue panicking when I realized I had no fucking idea what to do.
And somehow I decided on this. I don't remember exactly how, though I think it's safe to say that the people to blame include;
waterofthemoon,
ashley,
unperfectwolf,
gigglingkat and
stephanometra.
So this is my fic, as it came to be. Sort of. The idea went along the lines of this:
Dean randomly realizes one day that Sam probably wouldn't think to tell someone about his deadly allergy to X. Cue freaking out. Dean sends postcards to Jess, telling her things like that and how to keep Sammy alive, well, and relatively happy. They become letters, which become phone calls.
I'd like to thank all my friends, but
waterofthemoon specifically, because she's the only reason I didn't just give up several times.

Go see more of the stuff
mashimero did here.
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Artist name:
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Genre: SPN AU
Pairings: Sam/Jess, Sam/Dean (also Dean/OMC, Dean/Cassie, Sam/Zach)
Rating: NC-17

Wordcount: 43,200
Summary: She's his baby brother's new girlfriend.
He's some stranger who knows more about her boyfriend than she does.
Together they
(Oh, and also there's some guy named Sam who keeps getting his ass kicked and has a run-in with some incubi-infected frat guys.)
Notes/Acknowledgments: Betad by
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I knew exactly what I wanted to do for this year's Big Bang. I wanted to give Sam DID and explore that. Wee!Sam, Stanford, Series, I wanted to do it all. But then I realized this fic wanted to be written in short bursts, because all of Sam's alters wanted to have their say, and I didn't know if I could keep it up for 20k.
Cue panicking when I realized I had no fucking idea what to do.
And somehow I decided on this. I don't remember exactly how, though I think it's safe to say that the people to blame include;
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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So this is my fic, as it came to be. Sort of. The idea went along the lines of this:
Dean randomly realizes one day that Sam probably wouldn't think to tell someone about his deadly allergy to X. Cue freaking out. Dean sends postcards to Jess, telling her things like that and how to keep Sammy alive, well, and relatively happy. They become letters, which become phone calls.
I'd like to thank all my friends, but
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)

Go see more of the stuff
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
| One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Extras [MASSIVE FIC SPOILERS] |
|Single-File PDF on MU.|
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So, I've started reading your fic, and so far I really really love it. Well, almost. I feel kinda bad being a bit nit-picky, but because this seems to be such a good fic, I feel that I should share.
OK, so I've got a thing about numbers, and I always start counting when they show up in a fic. And I did the same in your, and I noticed that you made Sam kinda slow when he runs. Well, not slow, slow, but not as fast as he should be. I don't really do miles, but I know km:s. And I've participated in a few 10k runs. And with the speed you've given Sam, he should complete 10k in a little more than 50 min. Now the bad news. This is about the same time that my 55 yo dad runs at. Someone really fast should have a time at 35-40 min (world record at about 30). I think this would put his time for a mile at about 6 min. I think.
I hope that you don't mind my comment, I really DO like the story (Usually doesn't bother pointing out stuff like this if the fic isn't good enough) and now I'm going back to read the rest of it...
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My problem is mostly that I don't run. Like, at all. And I tried to find out what would be fast without Sueing him up. Sites and sites later I was annoyed and started asking friends. No two who gave me the same answer. So I kinda just evened it out and tried to hope that Sam wasn't a snail.
Oops? How about this, is this better?
"I don't know. It takes me forty, forty-five minutes, so... about ten clicks."
Zach blinks at him for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam can see Jess dragging her finger across the table, probably trying to remember how to convert kilometers into miles. "How much is that here on Earth?"
"On Earth, it's still ten clicks, but outside of the military, it's about six miles."
Becky takes advantage of Zach's distraction to steal the mostly uneaten half of his pastrami sandwich, taking a big bite out of it before swallowing and asking, "Wow, so you can run a mile in, what, seven minutes? That's really fast, right? It sounds fast."
"Six minutes." Not that he's nitpicky or anything.
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And, yeah, I check the km = miles thing with a calc I found off Google.
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I'm glad you liked the details, I love putting them in. My favorite parts of fics are usually small details, like Sam tripping over his shoelaces or Dean only using a certain toothpaste.
I know the ending was kind of abrupt but I knew I had to make a very clean, clear break with this fic otherwise I never would've been able to finish it in time (and very nearly almost didn't).
As for more?
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Um. I just wanted to say I'M FREAKING LOVING THIS SO MUCH, SO HARD, SO FAR. I'm on Chapter 5 (after 4 hours, Jesus christing computer), AND I WANTED TO STOP AND SAY I LOVE IT, just in case the computer actually dies forever and I disappear and don't get the chance to say how awesome it is.
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♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I'm glad you like it! I mean, wow, you even pushed your way through a major crap-attack to get to it. That's just so awesome!
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thanks for your time
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p.s. thanks!
Re: p.s. thanks!
Really? I'll check and see if I tweaked out my @livejournal.com address by, like, unclicking a box or something.
And your email may have gotten to me, I'm not sure because I totally check my LJ folder before my main inbox. Win, right? :P
Re: p.s. thanks!
I don't normally get weird delievery messages about email.
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Re: p.s. thanks!
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I'm going to be crying because there isn't more of this universe out there from now on, aren't I?
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(The description of dean's hangover was pure brilliance).
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