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The Precision of The Fall
Jun. 27th, 2012 11:37 amFic title: The Precision of The Fall
Author name: Me!
Artist name: daggomus-prime
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/ Ruby, Sam/Jessica
Rating: R for bad language and reference to sexual situations (And I mean bad language.)
Word count: 36K
Warnings: alcohol abuse, driving under the influence, latent PTSD, circus animals coming to a bad end (though no animal abuse), cross-dressing, and Michael being a douche.
Summary: They used to be called The Family Winchester. People came from miles around to see their act, knowing their names and faces before the circus even rolled into town. Life was shiny with salt and sawdust, sequins and smiles. Now, all that was left were a few crumpled posters, an empty bunk next to Dean's, and the leather-gripped knives hidden in the trick pockets of his vest.
Special Notes: I don’t know how to do anything mentioned in this story, let alone ride a motorcycle, throw a knife, or fly on the trapeze. All knowledge is gained from the internet. If anyone reading this does know how to do those things and is aware I got anything wrong, you are awesome and please don’t send the clowns after me.
Special Thanks: To daggomus-prime, my brain twin, for her patience and utterly breathtaking artwork. I couldn’t have done it without you. Also to knoifey_spoony for encouragement and the title suggestion.
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ART - PLAYLIST - NOTES - PDF
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Author name: Me!
Artist name: daggomus-prime
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/ Ruby, Sam/Jessica
Rating: R for bad language and reference to sexual situations (And I mean bad language.)
Word count: 36K
Warnings: alcohol abuse, driving under the influence, latent PTSD, circus animals coming to a bad end (though no animal abuse), cross-dressing, and Michael being a douche.
Summary: They used to be called The Family Winchester. People came from miles around to see their act, knowing their names and faces before the circus even rolled into town. Life was shiny with salt and sawdust, sequins and smiles. Now, all that was left were a few crumpled posters, an empty bunk next to Dean's, and the leather-gripped knives hidden in the trick pockets of his vest.
Special Notes: I don’t know how to do anything mentioned in this story, let alone ride a motorcycle, throw a knife, or fly on the trapeze. All knowledge is gained from the internet. If anyone reading this does know how to do those things and is aware I got anything wrong, you are awesome and please don’t send the clowns after me.
Special Thanks: To daggomus-prime, my brain twin, for her patience and utterly breathtaking artwork. I couldn’t have done it without you. Also to knoifey_spoony for encouragement and the title suggestion.
ART - PLAYLIST - NOTES - PDF
( Read more... )
