Synchoresis (Entry Page)
Author: rei_c
Title: Synchoresis
Pairing: Sam-centric. Gen. Post-Sam/Jess, post Dean/OMC
Rating: R, for violence and language
Word Count: 13,000
Summary: The brothers head to Arizona to investigate a string of unhcegila-related deaths and find their hunt, their friendship, and their lives in danger.
Warnings: S1 spoilers, all the way through. Run-on sentences. Twisting of the postive psychology movement’s universal virtures. Any and all errors relative to established SPN-canon, Lakota or Tohono O’odham traditions, or the Tucson area spoken of herein are mine and mine alone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the vague elements of spotty-plot, four hundred and three books, and one slightly demented cat.
Author’s Notes: Dedicated to a_kindara, for her consistent squee-ing and impatience to read this, as well as all of my friends who have to put up with my story-related ramblings, both on LJ and off. This ‘fic takes place six months after Persistence of Vision, and belongs in the FI-verse, though it can sort of stand alone.
Story warnings: Blood and gore of the semi-graphic type. Angst. Blatant stupidity. You will want to shake the characters. Be warned.
The drive to the mission is quiet. Neither of them talk and the only noise is a quietly-played Pink Floyd tape; ‘Wish You Were Here’ comes on as they cross under the highway and drive on to the reservation. Sam doesn’t believe in coincidence and has come to detest irony, so he grits his teeth and ignores the way Dean’s looking at him. This isn’t a comfortable silence, like when they’re both lost in their own thoughts and that’s all right or when they don’t need to speak to know what the other’s thinking, and it isn’t a hunting silence either, where the slightest noise could get them killed. It’s like running into someone you’d been avoiding because if you didn’t, there’s going to be a knock-down fight or a shitload of screaming, and Sam wonders how things could go wrong again between them so quickly.
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Title: Synchoresis
Pairing: Sam-centric. Gen. Post-Sam/Jess, post Dean/OMC
Rating: R, for violence and language
Word Count: 13,000
Summary: The brothers head to Arizona to investigate a string of unhcegila-related deaths and find their hunt, their friendship, and their lives in danger.
Warnings: S1 spoilers, all the way through. Run-on sentences. Twisting of the postive psychology movement’s universal virtures. Any and all errors relative to established SPN-canon, Lakota or Tohono O’odham traditions, or the Tucson area spoken of herein are mine and mine alone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the vague elements of spotty-plot, four hundred and three books, and one slightly demented cat.
Author’s Notes: Dedicated to a_kindara, for her consistent squee-ing and impatience to read this, as well as all of my friends who have to put up with my story-related ramblings, both on LJ and off. This ‘fic takes place six months after Persistence of Vision, and belongs in the FI-verse, though it can sort of stand alone.
Story warnings: Blood and gore of the semi-graphic type. Angst. Blatant stupidity. You will want to shake the characters. Be warned.
The drive to the mission is quiet. Neither of them talk and the only noise is a quietly-played Pink Floyd tape; ‘Wish You Were Here’ comes on as they cross under the highway and drive on to the reservation. Sam doesn’t believe in coincidence and has come to detest irony, so he grits his teeth and ignores the way Dean’s looking at him. This isn’t a comfortable silence, like when they’re both lost in their own thoughts and that’s all right or when they don’t need to speak to know what the other’s thinking, and it isn’t a hunting silence either, where the slightest noise could get them killed. It’s like running into someone you’d been avoiding because if you didn’t, there’s going to be a knock-down fight or a shitload of screaming, and Sam wonders how things could go wrong again between them so quickly.
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