Ficcy recs and stuff

[feliciakw]

Greetings!

Well, I had every intention of getting my magnum opus written yesterday, but crochet is addicting, and my brain was determined to conquer another creepy little doll thing. So the review, it did not happen.

However, fic happened. Not by me, but for me. Specifically, for my b-day (which was in January, but that's a minor quibble when you're getting made-to-order fic).

And it's Dean/Jamie. Which makes it especially sweet and tasty.

Hunted to Hunter

After the Fade to Black

(Any underaged readers, please be aware of the ratings. Just sayin'.)

These are very good in that they are far more entertaining than my more practical approach, which

(Re-written from memory, on the fly)

Dean levered himself up off the floor, working his jaw where the 'shifter hand landed the solid blow. "You good to torch this thing on your own, Sammy?"

"Yeah, sure," Sam replied as he stepped over the crumbled pieces of façade wall to rejoin his brother and Jamie. He gently held out his hand to retrieve the pistol Jamie was staring at in her own.

The gesture shook Jamie out of whatever she was contemplating. "What are you going to do with him . . . it . . . whatever?"

"Usually the best thing to do it burn the remains," Sam said.

Jamie forced a nervous smile. "Of course."

Dean nodded in agreement. "Just don't mess up the car. Wrap the body in a rug or something."

"What are you gonna do while I'm taking care of this guy?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, his expression no-nonsense. "I'm gonna find my freakin' clothes and get out of this freakin' fairy tale nightmare get-up. Then I'm gonna take Jamie home."

Sam smirked.

Dean leveled a warning finger at his brother. "Don't start."

Sam raised his hands in innocent surrender.

"Um, my clothes are right back here." Jamie points toward the changing screen. "But what about my car?"

"We'll take 'ShifterMan's car back to pick yours up. Then I'll take you home."

Jamie still looked shaken, but that was completely understandable. Both Dean and Sam offered her a reassuring smile as she ducked behind the screen to change. "Okay," she said.

"I'll meet you upstairs," Dean told her. Then he looked down at his own attire. "What the hell was the dude thinking, anyway? No, man, I don't even want to know."

Sam couldn't quite choke back a snicker.

"Please tell me there's a change of clothes in the Impala."

Sam raised his brows. "I don't know, man. I left the duffles back at the hotel."

"Oh, come on. You mean I've gotta drive through town in this?"

"Looks that way, man. Why don't you go find your suit?"

Dean turned to search the house, muttering as he went. "Man, what I wouldn't give for a pair of jeans right now. Seriously . . . "

Sam knew he'd end up taking pity on his brother and somehow getting him a set of clothes that weren't out of a Grimm's book or one of their limited supply of Fed suits. But not just yet. This was just too choice to let go to waste.


See? Not nearly as entertaining.

Comments

[ficwriter1966.livejournal.com]

That's very cute! Poor Dean. He just can't get a break.

And thanks for the rec - I'm so glad you enjoyed your (belated) birthday ficcie! It was really a lot of fun to write.

[kimmer1227.livejournal.com]

I've read one other Dean/Jamie that I adored. Of course I didn't add it to Memories 'cos that would have been too practical. When I get done with yard work I'll go looking for it. You've probably already read it, since you like the pair, but just in case.

ETA: I remember this one too, but this isn't the one I specifically remember. Still pretty good Jamie POV. http://adrenalineshots.livejournal.com/10245.html

[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

Actually, I haven't read much Dean/Jamie. Just what's been written for me. I don't usually go looking for specific 'ships. So if you find the one you're talking about, throw it at me. I'll give the second one a look-see, too.