Due Supernatural [NC17] Sam/Dean MASTERPOST
Title: Due Supernatural
Author: queenklu
Beta by: dugindeep
Artist: sagetan
Word Count: 30,475
Pairing: Sam/Dean (AU, not related. This is not a statement.)
Rating: NC17
Warnings: ...sssssex? Some violence, no more (and quite a bit less) than is in the show.
Summary: Constable Samuel Winchester of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police has come to Chicago on the trail of the killers of his father and, for reasons about to be explored at this juncture, he has found himself attached to one rough-around-the-edges Chicago flatfoot by the name of Detective Dean Harvelle, who is not as dissimilar as one would suppose. Even factoring in the quite literal demons haunting Sam's past.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND SOUNDTRACK! \O/
A/N: Oh my GOD. What the hell was I thinking?
I was thinking "Pffffft, I've done 20k fics before! Hell, sometimes it seems like i can hardly write a damn fic without it going over 20k. So i followed that thought with, "Well, everyone else is doing it," which my mother warned me was a bad idea back in grade school, and. Here we are.
Alright, no, i think the blame for this goes all the way back to fahrbot , who somehow TRICKED me into falling in love with a Canadian TV show that's been off the air for over a decade. I also just plain blame Due South for being too deliciously slashy and creating the perfect antidote to homesickness when a girl is abroad for the year. (And yes, i realize that Alaska is in no way Canada and anyway, the show is set in Chicago SHUT UP.) Also, Paul Gross is a BABE.
So anyway, this happened. And, i don't even know how, but i somehow bribed/blackmailed/tricked dugindeep --who doesn't even LIKE Wincest--to beta this behemoth. (If you're worrying about being squicked, well, she wasn't. For what it's worth.) She's probably the reason why this fic is even coherent--by the time i got the rough draft done i was ready to turn a blind eye to the gaping plothole that was Sam ~miraculously getting untied in the final act.
And then sagetan happened, who i do not in any way deserve. This girl SLAVED over the art, and by slaved i mean, first she worked really hard and then even harder when i nitpicked and needled and was generally a huge nuisance. I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THE ART. I AM UNWORRRRTHYYY.
I would also like to thank everyone who replied to this post about hoodies. Honestly, i was just trying to procrastinate. <3
AND EVERYONE ON MY FLIST, BASICALLY. THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT AND LISTENING TO ME BLITHER. THERE'S RED SHIPS AND GREEN SHIPS BUT THERE'S NO SHIP LIKE FRIENDSHIPS. ;DD
P.S. I did annoying amounts of research (more than i usually do for a fic) so if you want visuals, damn do i have visuals. (FIC!SPOILERY)
The Chicago Public Library:
I bet you thought i was kidding about the gargoyles. Also, interior:
(Bonus!artz happen when i'm bored, okay? *hides*)
Chicago Old Main Post Office: (Thanks again to dugindeep for her knowledge of creepy abandoned buildings in Chicago! ...o.O)
&hearts