The Omnivorous Geek

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Coming Down Second Interlude: I'll Pass as Your Comrade
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Jimmy, Cas, Sammy, Dean, John
Category: Family, Gen
Rating: K+/PG
Spoilers: S4, previous stories in 'verse.
Summary: "What do you want to do with your life?" It had never occurred to Jimmy that he had a choice.
Word Count: ~3000
Author's Note: It's true, I've started writing more Coming Down on a Sunny Day. The rough draft of Book 3 is completed and just needs some editing. It's almost 25k words, which is three quarters as long as the original Coming Down Big Bang was. So yeah, I've been busy, and I have a long way to go. I don't intend to start posting Book 3 until I've finished Book 4, because, like the first two books, they're really just one story.

But this piece here, which I'm calling the second interlude (because I had the first interlude between books one and two), is a stand-alone, so I decided to go ahead and publish it. I hope you like it and will take it as a harbinger for things to come.

The title is from "Cruel War" by Peter, Paul & Mary. Give it a listen—it really is shockingly appropriate.

( The front door of the trailer crashed open, and the whirlwind of limbs and school papers that embodied Sammy Winchester rushed inside, roaring from one end of the box-shaped dwelling to the other. )

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Better Than One
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Lisa, Ben
Category: Gen, Mini Bang, Schmangst
Rating: PG-13
Warning: (skip) Language, a bit of gore. It's pretty kid-safe, all told.
Spoilers: Through Season Five
Summary: Castiel and Dean both need a "vacation from normalcy." It's a post-apocalyptic road trip with grieving Dean, concerned Castiel, monsters, diner food, crazy motels, and historic downtown districts. No Sam, but he is very much on their minds.
Art Master Post: Here. Be sure to tell her how awesome she is!
Word Count: 10,000
Author’s Note: A thousand thanks to hrymfaxe for the gorgeous, gorgeous art, far more amazing than I expected or deserved. And to my betas, quiddative and sparky_joe. You guys are awesome. On another note, I am sort of sorry to add yet another post-S5 road trip fic to the growing pile, but this is the story my heart wanted to tell.

( Indiana was where he died, and Indiana was where he tried to live. )

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: The Sky Like a Bruise
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Dean, Sam, OCs, mentions of John
Category: Gen, Action/Adventure, H/C, Angst
Rating: PG13
Warning: (skip) Language.
Spoilers: Set in S2 sometime.
Summary: Twister's comin', boy. Better find shelter, hunker down with your family and your arms wrapped around you, and just pray it don't take anything you can't replace.
Word Count: 6389
Author’s Note: This is my Sweet Charity fic for sparky_joe, ten months late and a dollar short. I kind of have a lot to say about it so I'll probably blather in a separate post at some point, but I hope it means half as much to you, gentle reader, as it does to me and her. ETA: Promised blathering.

( Sam and Dean Winchester grew up in the Midwest. They knew the sights and smells and sounds of the farmland, from the red dust of Oklahoma to the black loam of Illinois, from the lakes of Minnesota to the creeks of Tennessee, from the Amish fields of Pennsylvania stretched like a rumpled quilt to the flats of Texas where you could stand on a chair and see for miles.  )

Wow, it's been a long time since I've ficced. I dunno what took this so long, either, since it's... Well, read it and see.

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: We Will Work with Each Other, We Will Work Side by Side
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Castiel, Dean, Sam
Category: Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 5.13
Summary: Castiel is dizzy, and frustrated, and annoyed, and he has something to say.
Word Count: 1800
Disclaimer: This is my Father's world, but it's Kripke's playground.
Author’s Note: Dang it, I got a whole bunch of ANGST in my H/C. ::kicks the ground:: This was supposed to be a fluff piece, but nooooooo. I also do not understand why it insisted on being in present tense, but there it is. Title from the song in my "Now Playing" slot.

( Being ill is extremely unpleasant. Somehow Castiel has never realized that before. It's different when it's happening to you. )

(This is the ficlet you guys voted for. Hope you enjoy it. ♥)

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Fire on the Mountain (Run, Boys, Run)
Author: Maychorian
Characters: John, Sammy, Dean
Category: Gen, Angst, H/C, Weechester (very wee)
Rating: G
Warning: (skip) Schmoooooop.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Little Sammy was poking him. Again.
Word Count: 873
Disclaimer: This is my Father's world, but it's Kripke's playground.
Author’s Note: For the spnwriterlounge Writers Olympics. Title from a bluegrass tune (or "The Devil Went Down to Georgia"), though the Grateful Dead song is cool, too.

Fire on the Mountain (Run, Boys, Run)

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Here, Have Some Castiel Ficlets
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Castiel, Dean, Sam, Anna, Uriel, Zachariah
Category: Gen, Angst
Rating: PG13
Warning: (skip) Brief language
Spoilers: Through S4
Summary: Three tiny Castiel-centric fics.
Word Count: 1667
Disclaimer: This is my Father's world, but it's Kripke's playground.
Author’s Note: For deancastiel, spnwriterlounge, and spngenlove. Oh, my angsty little angel. ♥

( Castiel and the other Angels (Uriel, Anna & Zachariah) reflect on Lucifers first fall. )

( Cas finds Dean laying unconscious on the floor after Sam almost choked him in 'When The Levee Breaks'. )

deancastiel)">A Drift of Feathers (750 words, for the Warm & Fuzzy challenge at deancastiel)

"Dean, is your angel molting?"

Dean snapped his head up, holding the book firmly in his lap. He'd almost been startled into dropping it. "The hell?"

The irritation on Sam's face was pretty hilarious. "It's either that or Bobby suddenly owns a huge albino parrot." He held up a curly, fluffy feather, such a pure white that it almost hurt to look at. A really, really big feather, almost as long as Sam's gimundo arm.

Dean tilted his head, leaning forward before he was aware of doing it. He set the book aside and made a come-hither motion, and Sam huffed a breath into his bangs and handed over the feather. Dean held the quill in one hand and ran the other up the silky length. So soft...

"Seriously, dude, you gotta do something about Castiel. He's been kind of angelically moping ever since we ended up on the run together, and now we're all stuck in Bobby's house and I know it's frustrating and claustrophobic and uncomfortable and... And now he's molting. It's not healthy."

"I don't get it," Dean protested. "You can't even see the wings. Are you sure this isn't from a...uh...a really big chicken?"

Sam squinted at him. "There's a pile of them. And no, there are no chickens as big as barns anywhere around here."

Dean sighed and stood up, absently playing with the feather. "I'll talk to him. But you need to quit calling him 'my' angel. It just sounds really dumb."

"Whatever, man."

He found Castiel at the edge of the salvage yard perched on the roof of a pickup, watching the sunset with elbows on knees and chin on hands. Feathers sprinkled the ground around him and lay in a light, snowy drift in the bed of the truck, and Dean's heart twisted in his chest. How long had the guy been just sitting there, staring into space?

"Hey!" He hopped up to sit on the hood of the truck, looking up into the angel's morose face. "What's up, doc?"

Castiel stared straight ahead, still as a statue, unblinking.

"Hey," Dean said again. He grabbed Castiel's foot and gave it a shake. "Pay attention to me."

Very, very slowly, Castiel glanced down at him. "I always pay attention to you."

Dean looked away, suddenly aching. "I know. Never mind. What's going on with you?"

"I am...nothing."

"Don't blow me off," Dean said, irritated now. "C'mon. You're...you're molting. I woulda thought that was impossible."

"It's merely a manifestation of..." He blew out a short breath and turned his head away. "Nothing. It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does. Tell me, or I'll keep pestering you until you do. You know I will."

Castiel said nothing. Dean started poking his knee. "Pester, pester, pester."

But the droopy angel didn't rise to it. His voice and eyes were dull. "Why do you care?"

Dean couldn't speak for a moment. "What?"

"You haven't even looked at me in five days. Why now?"

"I..." Dean paused. "Five days? Seriously?"

"And some odd hours." He was doing his head-tilt thing, studying Dean with such gravity that Dean felt that he must crumble under the pressure.

"I haven't..." Dean cleared his throat. "Cas, I haven't exactly... I'm not really great company right now. I, uh, now that I think about it, I haven't really been spending any time with Sam or Bobby either. I've been..." He'd been reading. Oh, God, when did Dean Winchester turn into a bookworm?

"You've been avoiding me," Castiel said in that wise, infuriating tone, knowing too much and too little at once.

"I've been avoiding everything," Dean admitted, finally. And when did Dean Winchester turn into a wimp, too? Last year...forty years ago...he never would have done this, never would have buried his head in the ground, hidden in a corner to lick his wounds. Facing things head on, that was always Dean's way. Had been. Always had been his way.

Dean missed himself, abruptly, with a huge aching gape in his chest. And so he knew what Castiel had been feeling, too. And probably Sam and Bobby as well.

"I'm sorry."

Castiel tilted his head even further, utterly confused.

Dean cleared his throat and said it again, louder. "I'm sorry. I won't avoid you anymore. Just...try to stop molting, okay? It's really unnerving."

The angel glanced around himself, saw the sheer number of feathers lying there. He smiled, sweet and sudden. "I'll try."

It was all they could ask for.

(End)

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: The Lights of Home
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, John
Category: Gen, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Casefile, Big Bang
Rating: R/M
Warning: (skip) Sexual abuse of a child, minors in peril, imagery, violence, language Details here.
Spoilers: Through Season 4 in general
Summary: There are some memories that Dean doesn't want to remember, and some things that he hopes Sam has forgotten. But when Castiel calls the Winchesters to protect a seal in a small Indiana town where they once lived with their father, everything comes back. Sometimes even a sun-soaked childhood summer has shadows lurking underneath.
Word Count: ~31,000
Disclaimer: Tragically, they continue to not belong to me. :(

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Art by millylicious

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Heavier When Dead
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Dean, Sam
Category: AAAAAAAANGST, character study
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through Season 4 in general
Summary: Even a goldfish feels heavier when you're carrying it to the toilet to flush it down than it did when you carried it in a plastic baggie home from the carnival, your little brother chattering away at your elbow about how you'll get a bowl and shiny blue rocks and a little can of food.
Word Count: 1002
Disclaimer: Pretty sure they’re not mine.
Author’s Note: Just a little meditation on heaviness. I'm not sure if it even makes any sense, or if it's just me being emo about the recent loss of a bunch of my pets, again, some more.

( Heavier When Dead )

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Just the Beast Under Your Bed
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Sam, Dean
Category: Gen, Angst
Rating: PG/K+
Spoilers: Season 4 in general, takes place between 4.08 and 4.09
Summary: "You remember how, after you got me from Stanford, for awhile I tried just not sleeping?"
Word Count: 546
Disclaimer: Pretty sure they’re not mine.
Author’s Note: For cadencecascade. Prompt word was "surprise." A somewhat pointless snippet, written, of course, while I couldn't sleep. Title from "Enter Sandman" by Metallica.

( Just the Beast Under Your Bed )

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Bending Near the Earth
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Castiel, Uriel
Category: Angelic angst? Hurt/comfort?
Rating: G/K
Spoilers: “Entertaining Angels,” Season 4 in general
Summary: Castiel closes his eyes, and when he opens them, all is changed.
Word Count: 771
Disclaimer: Pretty sure they’re not mine.
Author’s Note: Ficlet for authoressnebula. Missing scene from the end of “Entertaining Angels” (canon-compliant version). Merry Christmas, dear!

( Bending Near the Earth )