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Forgetting to Fall by Kellifer-fic (R)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: None. Gen.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kellifer_fic
Author's Website: None. User info page has her master fic lists by fandom.
Why this must be read: Really, this is a rec for Kellifer's whole series of wingfic. As I noted in a previous rec, the main attraction in SPN is the relationship between the brothers. Kellifer is another who's adept at capturing the brotherly banter and the deep devotion between Sam and Dean.
Most wingfic starts with a premise that the wings are something external, brought on by a curse or mysterious circumstance. What sets Kellifer's stories apart is the notion that Sam was born with his wings...and yet, she still manages to pretty closely--and ingeniously--reconcile that idea with canon.
Dean leans his forehead against the door and wonders if maybe Sammy’s gotten his first boner and how much he really doesn’t want to have to be the one to explain it, but their dad won’t be home for days and Dean is it.
“C’mon, open up,” Dean demands, knowing that the only way to get Sammy to do anything lately is to bully. He’s developed a stubborn streak a mile-wide.
The door cracks open an inch and the misery on Sammy’s face makes Dean’s torturous big brother impulses evaporate and shove the concern and protectiveness to the forefront. “Christ, what’s up with you?”
“There’s something…wrong,” Sam says, stepping back and away from the door so Dean can nudge it open. Dean notices spots of blood on the tiles and fights down the black panic threatening to overwhelm him.
“Are you hurt?” he demands and Sam half-shrugs. He turns slowly and Dean’s mouth drops open.
His shoulder-blades are red and raw-looking and there are tiny curved bones poking through with a fine skein of skin stretched over them. A few feathers, dotted with crimson but white underneath, are pushing their way out of the skin stretched over the bone.
“Fuck me,” Dean breathes.
Sam reaches sideways and picks up the hunting knife Dean hadn’t even noticed was sitting on the sink. He hands it to Dean and then braces his thin arms on the lip of the basin. “Can you? I can’t reach.”
“Can I what?” Dean asks, looking from the knife to his trembling brother.
“Dad can’t see this. Please Dean… please.”
All at once Dean knows what Sammy wants him to do and he wants to throw up. Instead he clutches the knife and steps forward.
“Okay, Sammy, okay.”
I'll admit to not being widely read on wing-fic, but even so, I find it to be a fresh and unusual take on a well-loved fandom cliche, full of both heartbreak and humor. If you haven't already read these fics, I think you're missing out on a wonderful treat. Give them a shot. And don't forget to feed the author.
Forgetting to Fall
Learning to Fly
The Air In Between
Feather Weight
Mend These Broken Wings
Pairing: None. Gen.
Author on LJ:
kellifer_ficAuthor's Website: None. User info page has her master fic lists by fandom.
Why this must be read: Really, this is a rec for Kellifer's whole series of wingfic. As I noted in a previous rec, the main attraction in SPN is the relationship between the brothers. Kellifer is another who's adept at capturing the brotherly banter and the deep devotion between Sam and Dean.
Most wingfic starts with a premise that the wings are something external, brought on by a curse or mysterious circumstance. What sets Kellifer's stories apart is the notion that Sam was born with his wings...and yet, she still manages to pretty closely--and ingeniously--reconcile that idea with canon.
Dean leans his forehead against the door and wonders if maybe Sammy’s gotten his first boner and how much he really doesn’t want to have to be the one to explain it, but their dad won’t be home for days and Dean is it.
“C’mon, open up,” Dean demands, knowing that the only way to get Sammy to do anything lately is to bully. He’s developed a stubborn streak a mile-wide.
The door cracks open an inch and the misery on Sammy’s face makes Dean’s torturous big brother impulses evaporate and shove the concern and protectiveness to the forefront. “Christ, what’s up with you?”
“There’s something…wrong,” Sam says, stepping back and away from the door so Dean can nudge it open. Dean notices spots of blood on the tiles and fights down the black panic threatening to overwhelm him.
“Are you hurt?” he demands and Sam half-shrugs. He turns slowly and Dean’s mouth drops open.
His shoulder-blades are red and raw-looking and there are tiny curved bones poking through with a fine skein of skin stretched over them. A few feathers, dotted with crimson but white underneath, are pushing their way out of the skin stretched over the bone.
“Fuck me,” Dean breathes.
Sam reaches sideways and picks up the hunting knife Dean hadn’t even noticed was sitting on the sink. He hands it to Dean and then braces his thin arms on the lip of the basin. “Can you? I can’t reach.”
“Can I what?” Dean asks, looking from the knife to his trembling brother.
“Dad can’t see this. Please Dean… please.”
All at once Dean knows what Sammy wants him to do and he wants to throw up. Instead he clutches the knife and steps forward.
“Okay, Sammy, okay.”
I'll admit to not being widely read on wing-fic, but even so, I find it to be a fresh and unusual take on a well-loved fandom cliche, full of both heartbreak and humor. If you haven't already read these fics, I think you're missing out on a wonderful treat. Give them a shot. And don't forget to feed the author.
Forgetting to Fall
Learning to Fly
The Air In Between
Feather Weight
Mend These Broken Wings
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