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Tin Soldier by unoshot (PG-13)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Gen - no pairing (Sam, Dean, Castiel)
Length: ~ 13,232 words
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unoshot
Author Website: Sticky Post: Master Fic List
Why this must be read: I only recently came across this story, and it's wonderful. A solid case-story after Dean's return from Hell, this fic has the boys (and Castiel) on the trail of someone who's raising the dead. It's one of the most atmospheric stories I've read: there's the cloying smell of decaying chrysanthemums and the graveyard chill Dean can't shake, and something terrible always just ahead of them that's strong enough to hurt even an angel. The three characters work wonderfully together, and Dean's POV reveals a lot about how he thinks, what he feels, and the things that haunt his thoughts. A fabulously creepy story with a dark touch of humour - just in time for Halloween.
Dean Winchester. He Saved The World. A Lot.
That one's been done, though. And Dean's world-saving record is piss poor.
"Bachman," says Sam pointedly, with a trace of impatience. Dean starts and blinks back at his brother. The wind is in Sam's hair. "Agent Turner?"
"We're done here."
"Right." Dean shrugs at Sam's annoyed glance ('whatever, bitch,' say his shoulders), then he gives the undertaker a short nod and adds, for good measure, "Uh... don't leave town."
Yeah. He is the epitome of professionalism. The shovel bites into dirt again and Dean turns to follow his brother out of the graveyard. It irritates him that he has to take at least three extra steps to catch up with Sam's enormous stride. "So?" he says. "What do you think?"
"Let's talk to the guy at the funeral home. And could you maybe get your head in the game?"
"Yeah, well, I'm a little bit fucking distracted by the end of days."
Here Lies Dean Winchester. Hope He's Not In Hell Again.
In the car, windows up and heat blasting, he can't get warm.
Read the story: Tin Soldier
Also available as Podfic bybaylorsr
Remember to feedback the author!
Pairing: Gen - no pairing (Sam, Dean, Castiel)
Length: ~ 13,232 words
Author on LJ:
unoshotAuthor Website: Sticky Post: Master Fic List
Why this must be read: I only recently came across this story, and it's wonderful. A solid case-story after Dean's return from Hell, this fic has the boys (and Castiel) on the trail of someone who's raising the dead. It's one of the most atmospheric stories I've read: there's the cloying smell of decaying chrysanthemums and the graveyard chill Dean can't shake, and something terrible always just ahead of them that's strong enough to hurt even an angel. The three characters work wonderfully together, and Dean's POV reveals a lot about how he thinks, what he feels, and the things that haunt his thoughts. A fabulously creepy story with a dark touch of humour - just in time for Halloween.
Dean Winchester. He Saved The World. A Lot.
That one's been done, though. And Dean's world-saving record is piss poor.
"Bachman," says Sam pointedly, with a trace of impatience. Dean starts and blinks back at his brother. The wind is in Sam's hair. "Agent Turner?"
"We're done here."
"Right." Dean shrugs at Sam's annoyed glance ('whatever, bitch,' say his shoulders), then he gives the undertaker a short nod and adds, for good measure, "Uh... don't leave town."
Yeah. He is the epitome of professionalism. The shovel bites into dirt again and Dean turns to follow his brother out of the graveyard. It irritates him that he has to take at least three extra steps to catch up with Sam's enormous stride. "So?" he says. "What do you think?"
"Let's talk to the guy at the funeral home. And could you maybe get your head in the game?"
"Yeah, well, I'm a little bit fucking distracted by the end of days."
Here Lies Dean Winchester. Hope He's Not In Hell Again.
In the car, windows up and heat blasting, he can't get warm.
Read the story: Tin Soldier
Also available as Podfic by
baylorsrRemember to feedback the author!