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Whoa, today is the 1000th issue of spnnewsletter. Congrats, guys! Thank you for being the glue that holds the fandom together.

Hi all! I just wanted to let you all know that a) I'm not dead and b) I'm writing again and hope to have something posted, oh, let's say by the end of this week.

But mostly I want to pimp the podfic of Over Yonder In A Minor Key, read by ladyrhyanne.

She did such an amazing, amazing job reading the story that I actually got lost in it in a way I hadn't since I wrote it. Huge thanks to her and to twasadark for suggesting it as a podfic. Muchas gracias, ladies!

Oh, I like this one:

Name any story I've written, and any character in it, canon or OC. I'll tell you three things about that character that I didn't put in the story.

(fic list here)

So, this is American Idol fic. I did not actually watch this season of AI. A month and a half ago, monkiedude reappeared online, all twitterpated by some dude named David Cook. I happened to be couchbound by a foot injury (don't drink and walk, people) and spent three days watching every performance, interview, and bit of backstage tomfoolery Monkie could find for me.

And then I wrote 9,000 words of David Cook/OFC. I...did not see that coming!

If you don't know who David Cook is, you can read this as original fiction. Or you can watch this for a (non-singing) primer.


Title: Work Our Way Slow To The Start
Pairing: David Cook/OFC
Rating: R
Summary: In which David Cook drinks beer, talks baseball, plays with children, worries, writes music, wins some karaoke contest, is kind of a jerk, makes a confession, kisses a girl, and sings.

( She snaps her head up and frowns on principle at the throat-clearer, who turns out to be a generic-looking music dude: carefully tousled hair, three-days-worth of scruff, battered boots and jeans, suitably masculine jewelry. )

Well, I didn't say I was going to stop writing...

Title: Over Yonder In A Minor Key
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC, Wincest
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7,000
Summary: Sam and Dean lay low in Montana. Sam gets a girl. Dean gets a fryolater. The walls are thin and the power goes out a lot.
Notes: Set mid-S2, no spoilers. Title from the Billy Bragg & Wilco song "Way Over Younder In A Minor Key." Thanks to oxoniensis for looking at the early stages of this, to monkiedude for an awesome beta, and to sanyin for beta and cheerleading while this story went through the gestational period of an elephant.


( Dean wakes Sam up when they’re twenty miles out from Big Timber. )

I'm probably going to be posting a lot of silliness over the next few days as I try to get back in the fiction-writing habit.

This is for destina, who asked for more when I said I am currently imagining Jensen and Sandy are eating popcorn, watching a Tivo'd marathon of America's Best Dance Crew and mocking JC's wardrobe, while Jared reads Noam Chomsky.

Um, it might not make any sense if you're not familiar with the cheesy wonder that is Randy Jackson Presents America's Best Dance Crew. Here is the website, but all you really need to know is that it involves dance teams with funny names, AC Slater is the host, and JC Chasez is the mean judge and he wears a lot of bow ties (no, REALLY.)

650 words. Unbeta'd. Lots of snarkiness. No porn! Go figure.

( You're soooo talented. And you smell wonderful! )

Title: Rope on Fire
Author: annalazarus
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean is 19 and thinks he knows everything there is to know about sex. He's wrong.
Notes: for cunnilingusfic, based on onelittlesleep's prompt: A girl touching at Dean's mouth and talking dirty. Telling him she wants that. But Dean's never. DONE THAT. Awkward, desperate refusal. And then slow convincing on the girl's behalf until Dean breaks and tentatively tries it.
Betas by the lovely and talented missyjack and oxoniensis. Title stolen from Morphine.

( She worked in the karaoke bar... )

I wrote this in my head on the way home from work, and I know I'm never going to actually write the full story, so you guys get the snippet, unbeta'd and messy:

(it's Gen, featuring Dean & Kathleen, about a year and a half after Common As A Winter Cold)

( Did you start the apocalypse? )

When I get stuck in boring meetings at work, I work out spectacularly pornographic scenarios in my head to keep from falling asleep. I've had a lot of boring meetings lately. This is the end result.

Beta by the lovely oxoniensis, who is always very patient with me.

Spoilers for AHBL2. Set just after that; featuring Happy Hedonist Dean. Title from a song by Soul Coughing, for no reason other than it's late and I just want to title this sucker and go to bed.

Fully Retractable
( Item One: get elbow-deep in pussy. )