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crack_van2007-07-15 09:45 pm
casapazzo.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-07-15 09:45 pm
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Supernatural/American Gods (PG-13)
A trifle late, but if the sun hasn't risen yet, it's still the day before, right?
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL/AMERICAN GODS
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyra_wing
Author's website: none - all fic memoried here
Why this must be read:
Lyra has this habit of writing amazing stories that leave you just wordlessly flailing, and Supernatural's world is perfectly suited to mesh with Neil Gaiman's mythos. Combine these two principles and you get "Dust in the Wind," a story of gods and myths, of the spirits and stories that make a land what it is, and how legends grow into something larger.
It comes with the added benefit of not needing to know the American Gods canon in order to enjoy the story - most everything you need you can pick up on the way.
Most of all, if ever a perfect ending for Sam and Dean could be imagined, this would be it. There's a a fundamental rightness in this story; a pure, elemental joy that sets into your bones and sparks alight at the last lines. Some roads never end and some stories only grow in the telling. This is how it should be for them.
"How long have we been doing this?" Sam had asked Dean one day. They had been sitting at an outdoor cafe, eating burgers and sipping colas. The sun was mild and warm on their backs. Sam swirled his straw around in his deflated soda.
Dean tilted his face towards the sun. "Forever," he said, and smiled.
Dust in the Wind
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL/AMERICAN GODS
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
lyra_wingAuthor's website: none - all fic memoried here
Why this must be read:
Lyra has this habit of writing amazing stories that leave you just wordlessly flailing, and Supernatural's world is perfectly suited to mesh with Neil Gaiman's mythos. Combine these two principles and you get "Dust in the Wind," a story of gods and myths, of the spirits and stories that make a land what it is, and how legends grow into something larger.
It comes with the added benefit of not needing to know the American Gods canon in order to enjoy the story - most everything you need you can pick up on the way.
Most of all, if ever a perfect ending for Sam and Dean could be imagined, this would be it. There's a a fundamental rightness in this story; a pure, elemental joy that sets into your bones and sparks alight at the last lines. Some roads never end and some stories only grow in the telling. This is how it should be for them.
"How long have we been doing this?" Sam had asked Dean one day. They had been sitting at an outdoor cafe, eating burgers and sipping colas. The sun was mild and warm on their backs. Sam swirled his straw around in his deflated soda.
Dean tilted his face towards the sun. "Forever," he said, and smiled.
Dust in the Wind
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