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7 crossovers } { 7. your wildest dream
Dec. 1st, 2011 09:28 pmTitle: The Good Life
Author/Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 7. Your Wildest Dreams
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.
( The Good Life )
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Author/Artist:
hasperkynipplesClaim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 7. Your Wildest Dreams
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.
( The Good Life )
1600 words
Tags:
- comm}: lj prompt comms,
- verse: lana}: a short trip to hell,
- with}: angel,
- with}: buffy summers,
- with}: castiel,
- with}: chloe sullivan,
- with}: jimmy olsen,
- with}: johnny winchester,
- with}: lana lang,
- with}: laura winchester,
- with}: lois lane,
- with}: martha kent,
- with}: raya lon-es,
- with}: sam winchester
sans exceptions } { 34. corrade
Nov. 16th, 2011 03:50 pm[Set in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
musicplaying_on. All characters mentioned here are members of the verse, or NPCs.]
Once upon a time, Dean was a man.
He was a prince, actually. The heir apparent to the tiny kingdom of Lawrence. He was a man with parents, a brother who looked up to him, and the world at his fingertips. He was aware of what was expected of him, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying his life. The food, the luxuries—even the women.
Possibly a bit too much with the women.
It wasn’t that Dean had a reputation, he was simply charming, or at least that was what he liked to believe. Visiting princesses, the ladies of the court—some of them he bedded and some he didn’t, but he always endeared himself to earn their affections, and usually he got what he wanted. And then he met Ruby.
Ruby was elusive. She was mysterious and aloof and with all the charm in his possession, he never seemed to gain any ground with her. Sam teased him about his obsession with this girl, Castiel warned him not to get too close, but Dean didn’t listen. Everything else fell away and all he cared about was having this woman. He thought he had found the one that could actually hold his attention for more than a night. He thought he had found one who could actually challenge him.
( *** )
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musicplaying_on. All characters mentioned here are members of the verse, or NPCs.]Once upon a time, Dean was a man.
He was a prince, actually. The heir apparent to the tiny kingdom of Lawrence. He was a man with parents, a brother who looked up to him, and the world at his fingertips. He was aware of what was expected of him, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying his life. The food, the luxuries—even the women.
Possibly a bit too much with the women.
It wasn’t that Dean had a reputation, he was simply charming, or at least that was what he liked to believe. Visiting princesses, the ladies of the court—some of them he bedded and some he didn’t, but he always endeared himself to earn their affections, and usually he got what he wanted. And then he met Ruby.
Ruby was elusive. She was mysterious and aloof and with all the charm in his possession, he never seemed to gain any ground with her. Sam teased him about his obsession with this girl, Castiel warned him not to get too close, but Dean didn’t listen. Everything else fell away and all he cared about was having this woman. He thought he had found the one that could actually hold his attention for more than a night. He thought he had found one who could actually challenge him.
( *** )
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7 crossovers } { 5. the perfect kiss
Nov. 8th, 2011 11:40 pmTitle: The Ice Cream Date Challenge
Author/Artist:hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 5. The Perfect Kiss
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.
( The Ice Cream Date Challenge )
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Author/Artist:
hasperkynipplesClaim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 5. The Perfect Kiss
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.
( The Ice Cream Date Challenge )
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[No verse, not binding on any other muses. All the fault of Cheryl.]
( Spoilers for Season 7. )
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( Spoilers for Season 7. )
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7_crossovers } { 3. Red Rain
Oct. 9th, 2011 12:13 am[All characters mentioned are members of shorttriptohell and used with permission, or NPCs.]
Title: In the Light, You Will Find the Road
Author/Artist:hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 3. Red Rain
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural, the Buffyverse, Leverage or Smallville. They belong to the CW, TNT and Joss Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
( In the Light, You Will Find the Road )
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shorttriptohell and used with permission, or NPCs.]Title: In the Light, You Will Find the Road
Author/Artist:
hasperkynipplesClaim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 3. Red Rain
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural, the Buffyverse, Leverage or Smallville. They belong to the CW, TNT and Joss Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
( In the Light, You Will Find the Road )
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Tags:
- comm}: lj prompt comms,
- verse: lana}: a short trip to hell,
- with}: angel,
- with}: buffy summers,
- with}: castiel,
- with}: chloe sullivan,
- with}: clark kent,
- with}: eliot spencer,
- with}: faith lehane,
- with}: lana lang,
- with}: lois lane,
- with}: lucifer,
- with}: michael,
- with}: oliver queen,
- with}: seraphiel
7_crossovers } { 4. A Warm Place
Jul. 24th, 2011 12:14 amTitle: You’re Not Alone
Author/Artist:hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 4. A Warm Place
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.
( You’re Not Alone )
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Author/Artist:
hasperkynipplesClaim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 4. A Warm Place
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.
( You’re Not Alone )
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table } { 7_crossovers
Jun. 19th, 2011 03:40 pmSo, I love this community. Like, a lot. And I think that everyone who writes crossovers should go make claims there, because it's awesome. /obligatory modly pimping.
But anyway, I just finished my most recent claim, and I wanted to try something that wouldn't take me ... three years to finish like the last one. Since Dean/Lana is pretty much eating my brain at the moment, and it's all the fault offeltalone, I decided that this one stood a pretty good chance of getting blown through quickly.
So. These are all going to be set along the lines ofshorttriptohell, in which Dean spent a year in Smallville pretending to be a guy named Jason Teague, and we basically rewrote S4 to make it more awesome. All these fics are going to be set during that year, and it's mostly for building up the backstory of the verse.
( Table under cut )
So yes. Those will be coming.
But anyway, I just finished my most recent claim, and I wanted to try something that wouldn't take me ... three years to finish like the last one. Since Dean/Lana is pretty much eating my brain at the moment, and it's all the fault of
feltalone, I decided that this one stood a pretty good chance of getting blown through quickly.So. These are all going to be set along the lines of
shorttriptohell, in which Dean spent a year in Smallville pretending to be a guy named Jason Teague, and we basically rewrote S4 to make it more awesome. All these fics are going to be set during that year, and it's mostly for building up the backstory of the verse.( Table under cut )
So yes. Those will be coming.
mad muses } { T. E. Lawrence quote
Feb. 20th, 2011 01:04 pm“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”
( Spoilers through 614: Mannequin 3: The Reckoning )
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( Spoilers through 614: Mannequin 3: The Reckoning )
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[kb] Type: Letter (xoxo)
Dec. 17th, 2010 05:45 pm[Set in shorttriptohell, but mostly backstory. horsewoman_lana is used with permission and love. Set pre-S1, and is basically a rewrite of Smallville Season 4.]
When Dean arrived in Smallville, he didn’t want to be Dean Winchester.
It was just after Sam’s twenty-first birthday, and Dean had been driving ever since he left Stanford. He hadn’t seen his brother for his birthday. He hadn’t been the one to take him to a bar for the first time legally and getting him wasted. Sam had friends for that now. He didn’t need his father, or his brother, apparently. He could find replacements for all of them in his shiny new life in Palo Alto. What the hell did he need Dean for?
What the hell did anyone need Dean for?
He wasn’t sure what brought on this sudden bout of self-loathing, or maybe it wasn’t all that sudden at all. Ever since Cassie, things in Dean’s life just seemed to keep slipping lower and lower, and while he didn’t know how to fix it, he knew that he just wanted a break. He left his dad hunting a coven in Wyoming, dropped by Stanford to make sure Sam was still in one piece, then headed east. He rolled into Smallville with the intention of just disappearing obscurely into some small town where no one knew his name. He wouldn’t do what his brother did. He would answer the phone if someone needed him, but beyond that, Dean Winchester was off the grid. And until necessary, he wasn’t coming back.
He pulled the Impala into a parking spot in front of a building called the Talon, and made his way inside. It was a slow afternoon, and there weren’t a whole lot of people around, just an odd coffee drinker and the girl behind the counter. He strode his way over, leaning against the counter as he looked around. The girl had a great ass and a pretty smile, and when she turned around, there was that small falter in the smile before it widened, a sign of interest if he ever saw one.
( *** )
shorttriptohell, but mostly backstory. horsewoman_lana is used with permission and love. Set pre-S1, and is basically a rewrite of Smallville Season 4.]When Dean arrived in Smallville, he didn’t want to be Dean Winchester.
It was just after Sam’s twenty-first birthday, and Dean had been driving ever since he left Stanford. He hadn’t seen his brother for his birthday. He hadn’t been the one to take him to a bar for the first time legally and getting him wasted. Sam had friends for that now. He didn’t need his father, or his brother, apparently. He could find replacements for all of them in his shiny new life in Palo Alto. What the hell did he need Dean for?
What the hell did anyone need Dean for?
He wasn’t sure what brought on this sudden bout of self-loathing, or maybe it wasn’t all that sudden at all. Ever since Cassie, things in Dean’s life just seemed to keep slipping lower and lower, and while he didn’t know how to fix it, he knew that he just wanted a break. He left his dad hunting a coven in Wyoming, dropped by Stanford to make sure Sam was still in one piece, then headed east. He rolled into Smallville with the intention of just disappearing obscurely into some small town where no one knew his name. He wouldn’t do what his brother did. He would answer the phone if someone needed him, but beyond that, Dean Winchester was off the grid. And until necessary, he wasn’t coming back.
He pulled the Impala into a parking spot in front of a building called the Talon, and made his way inside. It was a slow afternoon, and there weren’t a whole lot of people around, just an odd coffee drinker and the girl behind the counter. He strode his way over, leaning against the counter as he looked around. The girl had a great ass and a pretty smile, and when she turned around, there was that small falter in the smile before it widened, a sign of interest if he ever saw one.
( *** )
[Set in newyork_groove. bound_byfate is mine to use and abuse as I choose. Set about eight years ago, right after Sam left for Stanford when Dean was feeling a little reckless. yougottatrustme, ibrought_thison, and asmymen_depart are all referenced with permission and love.]
Dean needed something to do with his time.
He had spent the past eighteen years looking after Sam. John Winchester was a smart man, and a hell of a leader for the Winchester-Campbell crime family, but father of the year he was not. Dean loved his father, but he was often more concerned with keeping his family safe than actually spending time with his family. Dean had a job. It was take care of Sam. Take care of Sam he did—in fact, he might have protected him a little more than he should. Because now Sam was gone, and Dean was alone—and to be frank, he hated every fucking minute of it.
He was in a bar on the wrong side of town, but even that side of town knew not to mess with him. They knew who he was and that trying to kick him out of their bar would just make more trouble for them than they really wanted. They were more than willing to let him have his booth in the back of the bar and drink himself into oblivion rather than cause any trouble. It’s not like he didn’t pay. At least, until she walked in.
She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged all her curves in all the right places, along with just the right flash of pale cleavage at the top. She was practically built to get his attention, and he was aware that it might have been a little too much of a coincidence, but he was a little too drunk to care at the moment, and was more than willing to try and get that cleavage to fit in the palm of his hand without getting slapped. It took way faster than he had anticipated, but he was high on endorphins and alcohol and was more than willing to follow her back to her hotel room and let her have her wicked way with him.
That had the potential to be a bad move.
( *** )
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newyork_groove. bound_byfate is mine to use and abuse as I choose. Set about eight years ago, right after Sam left for Stanford when Dean was feeling a little reckless. yougottatrustme, ibrought_thison, and asmymen_depart are all referenced with permission and love.]Dean needed something to do with his time.
He had spent the past eighteen years looking after Sam. John Winchester was a smart man, and a hell of a leader for the Winchester-Campbell crime family, but father of the year he was not. Dean loved his father, but he was often more concerned with keeping his family safe than actually spending time with his family. Dean had a job. It was take care of Sam. Take care of Sam he did—in fact, he might have protected him a little more than he should. Because now Sam was gone, and Dean was alone—and to be frank, he hated every fucking minute of it.
He was in a bar on the wrong side of town, but even that side of town knew not to mess with him. They knew who he was and that trying to kick him out of their bar would just make more trouble for them than they really wanted. They were more than willing to let him have his booth in the back of the bar and drink himself into oblivion rather than cause any trouble. It’s not like he didn’t pay. At least, until she walked in.
She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged all her curves in all the right places, along with just the right flash of pale cleavage at the top. She was practically built to get his attention, and he was aware that it might have been a little too much of a coincidence, but he was a little too drunk to care at the moment, and was more than willing to try and get that cleavage to fit in the palm of his hand without getting slapped. It took way faster than he had anticipated, but he was high on endorphins and alcohol and was more than willing to follow her back to her hotel room and let her have her wicked way with him.
That had the potential to be a bad move.
( *** )
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[tms] Authority
Sep. 26th, 2010 05:29 pm[Set in Revenge is Supernatural. somuchas_twitch is mine to use and abuse as I see fit. Set after the Season 5 finale, but Dean didn’t go back to Lisa in this verse. And … has no bearing on Fringe canon at all. Just because I don’t need to make this more complicated for myself.]
“ … You’re shitting me.”
Dean was staring at the woman across from him, trying to figure out if she was playing him, or if she was honestly that stupid. He was an escaped fugitive with a record a mile long, and she wanted him to be a fed? Dean wasn’t even entirely sure how he had gotten here, but for some reason he was faced with the most ridiculous proposal he had ever been offered.
“You want me to work for the FBI?” Agent Dunham was a crazy person. “You do know who I am, don’t you?”
He had been following a lead on a haunting that led him up to Boston. He was flying solo, mostly because he didn’t know of any other way to do it at this point. Sam was gone, Bobby was on another case, and things with Anna were … tenuous at best. He didn’t have any back up to call in. So when he got arrested for trespassing on a crime scene and pointing his gun at the same woman who had just offered him a job, he was wondering why these particular moments had happened.
Yes, he had helped. Yes, he’d managed to save her ass from a ghost that was coming at her sideways. But he still wasn’t sure that any of that was enough to make him a wise hiring choice.
“Yes,” she said with a sigh. “You’re Dean Winchester. You’re wanted for first degree murder, but given what we just went through over the past week, I’m guessing that those probably weren’t your fault.”
( *** )
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somuchas_twitch is mine to use and abuse as I see fit. Set after the Season 5 finale, but Dean didn’t go back to Lisa in this verse. And … has no bearing on Fringe canon at all. Just because I don’t need to make this more complicated for myself.]“ … You’re shitting me.”
Dean was staring at the woman across from him, trying to figure out if she was playing him, or if she was honestly that stupid. He was an escaped fugitive with a record a mile long, and she wanted him to be a fed? Dean wasn’t even entirely sure how he had gotten here, but for some reason he was faced with the most ridiculous proposal he had ever been offered.
“You want me to work for the FBI?” Agent Dunham was a crazy person. “You do know who I am, don’t you?”
He had been following a lead on a haunting that led him up to Boston. He was flying solo, mostly because he didn’t know of any other way to do it at this point. Sam was gone, Bobby was on another case, and things with Anna were … tenuous at best. He didn’t have any back up to call in. So when he got arrested for trespassing on a crime scene and pointing his gun at the same woman who had just offered him a job, he was wondering why these particular moments had happened.
Yes, he had helped. Yes, he’d managed to save her ass from a ghost that was coming at her sideways. But he still wasn’t sure that any of that was enough to make him a wise hiring choice.
“Yes,” she said with a sigh. “You’re Dean Winchester. You’re wanted for first degree murder, but given what we just went through over the past week, I’m guessing that those probably weren’t your fault.”
( *** )
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[kb] Location: Honeymoon
Aug. 10th, 2010 12:04 am[Set in openpagesfor_me. huntersdaughter is used with permission and love, while Crowley is an NPC.]
( Spoilers through 522: Swan Song )
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openpagesfor_me. huntersdaughter is used with permission and love, while Crowley is an NPC.]( Spoilers through 522: Swan Song )
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[HAPPY BIRTHDAY toxic_shadow!! She asked for fluffy fic with Dean and Anna—or as Fluffy as I could get them, so naturally it involves moving things far, far into the future. That being said, absit_omens, silhouette_hunt, and likes_zeppelin are used with permission and love, and Claire is an NPC. This is most likely set in 2outof3_aintbad, way way far away into the future.]
Dean Winchester was not fit for civilized company.
He never had been and he never would be. He wasn’t raised to be. He swore like a sailor, lied to people more often than not, and spent most of his time trying to avoid people as much as he can. He took over Singer Salvage, hid away from the rest of the world, and tried to make himself feel human again. Only problem was, he never really could. Probably because he never really had been, but that was a whole other pile of worms.
There was however, some company he was fit for. And that company was five years-old.
“Grandpa?”
It was still odd to have Claire call him that. He didn’t think he would ever be anyone’s father, let alone grandfather, and he certainly wasn’t any kind of father to his own daughter, but he was the only one Claire had left, and she deserved to call someone it. Still, though—weird.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Are fairies real?”
( *** )
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toxic_shadow!! She asked for fluffy fic with Dean and Anna—or as Fluffy as I could get them, so naturally it involves moving things far, far into the future. That being said, absit_omens, silhouette_hunt, and likes_zeppelin are used with permission and love, and Claire is an NPC. This is most likely set in 2outof3_aintbad, way way far away into the future.]Dean Winchester was not fit for civilized company.
He never had been and he never would be. He wasn’t raised to be. He swore like a sailor, lied to people more often than not, and spent most of his time trying to avoid people as much as he can. He took over Singer Salvage, hid away from the rest of the world, and tried to make himself feel human again. Only problem was, he never really could. Probably because he never really had been, but that was a whole other pile of worms.
There was however, some company he was fit for. And that company was five years-old.
“Grandpa?”
It was still odd to have Claire call him that. He didn’t think he would ever be anyone’s father, let alone grandfather, and he certainly wasn’t any kind of father to his own daughter, but he was the only one Claire had left, and she deserved to call someone it. Still, though—weird.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Are fairies real?”
( *** )
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[jmm] Driven to distraction
Jul. 6th, 2010 02:11 pm[Set in openpagesfor_me. huntersdaughter is used without permission but lots of love, and Lucas is an NPC. Set about three years from where they are now.]
It became obvious that Dean was just as much a vidiot as his son when Jo caught him on the couch watching Dora the Explorer.
Dean hadn’t intended on getting sucked in. Lucas was approaching bed time with no sign of slowing down, and the only way to get him to sit still for more than five minutes was to turn on the idiot box. Then it was like he was put into some kind of trance, and the only sign of life would be a bit of laughter at whatever happened to be going on on-screen. Lucas was two and Dean was exhausted after doing a week’s worth of work in a day, but Jo had to work and someone needed to watch the midget, then get him to crash out for the night. It wasn’t even a matter of sugar, really. The kid just had way too much energy.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Luke?”
“Can I watch Wonder Pets?”
“Will it put you to sleep?”
“Daaaaaaaad—”
“Alright, alright, fine. Wonder Pets are go.”
“That’s not how it goes.”
“I think that’s how it goes,” he replied, before hauling Lucas up onto his shoulder. His son giggled over his shoulder until Dean plopped him down on the couch.
“That’s not how it goes,” he repeated.
( *** )
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openpagesfor_me. huntersdaughter is used without permission but lots of love, and Lucas is an NPC. Set about three years from where they are now.]It became obvious that Dean was just as much a vidiot as his son when Jo caught him on the couch watching Dora the Explorer.
Dean hadn’t intended on getting sucked in. Lucas was approaching bed time with no sign of slowing down, and the only way to get him to sit still for more than five minutes was to turn on the idiot box. Then it was like he was put into some kind of trance, and the only sign of life would be a bit of laughter at whatever happened to be going on on-screen. Lucas was two and Dean was exhausted after doing a week’s worth of work in a day, but Jo had to work and someone needed to watch the midget, then get him to crash out for the night. It wasn’t even a matter of sugar, really. The kid just had way too much energy.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Luke?”
“Can I watch Wonder Pets?”
“Will it put you to sleep?”
“Daaaaaaaad—”
“Alright, alright, fine. Wonder Pets are go.”
“That’s not how it goes.”
“I think that’s how it goes,” he replied, before hauling Lucas up onto his shoulder. His son giggled over his shoulder until Dean plopped him down on the couch.
“That’s not how it goes,” he repeated.
( *** )
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