SPN fic -- Son of a...Gun -- 1/1
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vanillafluffyTitle: Son of a...Gun 1/1
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Pairing: References to Dean/OFC
Rating/Work-safeness: PG
Approximate word count: 650
Disclaimer: I claim ownership of nothing but the neurons and electrons I used to write it.
Summary: It started out to be a crack-fic AU set after Tall Tales (but doesn't really spoil anything), but it isn't all that it was cracked up to be. And no, I'm not planning to continue it!
Son of a...Gun
Back when she was a pretty college co-ed, my mom drank a little too much. It's some kind of miracle I didn't end up with fetal alcohol syndrome. That's why I don't drink, ever---I've read up on alcoholism, and I know there's a genetic predisposition, and thanks, but no thanks. I'd like to live to see forty. On the other hand, if she hadn't downed a few too many Purple Nurples one night in her junior year and had a quickie in some guy's back seat, I wouldn't be here.
Growing up, I asked questions about my sperm donor, and she didn't have much to tell. She was even hazy about his name---who knows how many drinks she had that night. "Something like a gun", she'd say. She always shook her head when I presented possibilities: it wasn't Colt, or Baretta or Ruger or Walther.... It might've been Remington, if she wasn't thinking of Remington Steele. By the time I got to high school, I started referring to him as Mr. Gun. She called him my dad, but I never did, because dads were around, or at least sent child support. In my teens, it was our running joke---that I went along with for her sake. "Your daddy was a pistol," she'd slur with an 80-proof smile, and I'd paste on a grin and finish with "---and I'm a son of a gun!"
According to her, he was good-looking, smooth-talking---hot stuff. He drove a black car that was even older than he was---but Ma didn't have a clue about cars, so she couldn't tell me what kind. She had one souvenir from the encounter besides me, and it made me wonder long and hard about Mr. Gun---she had a bullet she claimed to have picked up from the floorboard afterward, while he was helping her pull her skirt down. ("Geez, Ma, TMI!" was my reaction when I was younger.) Later, much later, when I found it among her things, I took the slug to a gun shop to see what they could tell me about it---and I got some funny looks, because it turned out to be pure silver.
My mom was all I had, and I held us together as long as I could. My godmother, who was one of her sorority sisters back in the day, called it suicide by Stoli. She bailed us out of more than one jam over the years, but there's only so much you can do to help someone who's hurting. I try, though---that's why, when I earned a full scholarship to college, I majored in Psych. Ma was so proud---the last happy memory I have of us was of her coming home from the Dollar Store with a cheap frame for the scholarship letter. Ma probably imagined me in a fancy office somewhere, with Woody Allen on my couch, talking about Freud---but the more I studied, the less that appealed to me. She died during my second semester---she fell down a flight of stairs and fractured her skull while I was in class.
The mystery of my biological father is one I finally solved, but I have no one to tell. Maybe you saw the story on the news last year---how the President of the United States pardoned a man who'd been a federal fugitive since 2007. I'll admit, I wasn't paying that much attention either, at first---it was during midterms, and I had more important things on my mind---but out of old habit, the name Winchester caught my ear, and I closely scrutinized the good-looking, fifty-something guy shaking hands with President Gallagher---closely enough to know I'd set eyes on Mr. Gun at long last. Now, I have even more questions, but soon, I'll have access to answers. I just finished grad school, and I'm getting ready to start my dream job with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.
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Authored by:
vanillafluffy Pairing: References to Dean/OFC
Rating/Work-safeness: PG
Approximate word count: 650
Disclaimer: I claim ownership of nothing but the neurons and electrons I used to write it.
Summary: It started out to be a crack-fic AU set after Tall Tales (but doesn't really spoil anything), but it isn't all that it was cracked up to be. And no, I'm not planning to continue it!
Back when she was a pretty college co-ed, my mom drank a little too much. It's some kind of miracle I didn't end up with fetal alcohol syndrome. That's why I don't drink, ever---I've read up on alcoholism, and I know there's a genetic predisposition, and thanks, but no thanks. I'd like to live to see forty. On the other hand, if she hadn't downed a few too many Purple Nurples one night in her junior year and had a quickie in some guy's back seat, I wouldn't be here.
Growing up, I asked questions about my sperm donor, and she didn't have much to tell. She was even hazy about his name---who knows how many drinks she had that night. "Something like a gun", she'd say. She always shook her head when I presented possibilities: it wasn't Colt, or Baretta or Ruger or Walther.... It might've been Remington, if she wasn't thinking of Remington Steele. By the time I got to high school, I started referring to him as Mr. Gun. She called him my dad, but I never did, because dads were around, or at least sent child support. In my teens, it was our running joke---that I went along with for her sake. "Your daddy was a pistol," she'd slur with an 80-proof smile, and I'd paste on a grin and finish with "---and I'm a son of a gun!"
According to her, he was good-looking, smooth-talking---hot stuff. He drove a black car that was even older than he was---but Ma didn't have a clue about cars, so she couldn't tell me what kind. She had one souvenir from the encounter besides me, and it made me wonder long and hard about Mr. Gun---she had a bullet she claimed to have picked up from the floorboard afterward, while he was helping her pull her skirt down. ("Geez, Ma, TMI!" was my reaction when I was younger.) Later, much later, when I found it among her things, I took the slug to a gun shop to see what they could tell me about it---and I got some funny looks, because it turned out to be pure silver.
My mom was all I had, and I held us together as long as I could. My godmother, who was one of her sorority sisters back in the day, called it suicide by Stoli. She bailed us out of more than one jam over the years, but there's only so much you can do to help someone who's hurting. I try, though---that's why, when I earned a full scholarship to college, I majored in Psych. Ma was so proud---the last happy memory I have of us was of her coming home from the Dollar Store with a cheap frame for the scholarship letter. Ma probably imagined me in a fancy office somewhere, with Woody Allen on my couch, talking about Freud---but the more I studied, the less that appealed to me. She died during my second semester---she fell down a flight of stairs and fractured her skull while I was in class.
The mystery of my biological father is one I finally solved, but I have no one to tell. Maybe you saw the story on the news last year---how the President of the United States pardoned a man who'd been a federal fugitive since 2007. I'll admit, I wasn't paying that much attention either, at first---it was during midterms, and I had more important things on my mind---but out of old habit, the name Winchester caught my ear, and I closely scrutinized the good-looking, fifty-something guy shaking hands with President Gallagher---closely enough to know I'd set eyes on Mr. Gun at long last. Now, I have even more questions, but soon, I'll have access to answers. I just finished grad school, and I'm getting ready to start my dream job with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.
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Date: 2007-04-09 12:55 am (UTC)Good stuff!
:)
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Date: 2007-04-09 01:15 am (UTC)Thanks for the giggle.
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Date: 2007-04-09 01:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-04-09 01:40 am (UTC)In the case of the pardon, sometimes it isn't what you do, it's who you know....
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Date: 2007-04-09 01:49 am (UTC)Really, it's very cool that with the BSU he's got that "saving people, hunting things" schtick going on, just in a different way.
In the case of the pardon, sometimes it isn't what you do, it's who you know....
Duh, I missed that the first time around. :*g*
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Date: 2007-04-09 02:05 am (UTC)*nods* And holding together a dysfunctional family. And the kid has the obvious Sammy smarts, although you kind of get the feeling that Dean *could* be all that if he hadn't been focused the way he was...if he can build an EMF out of a Walkman, the brains are there!
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Date: 2007-04-09 02:17 am (UTC)Sad about mummy dearest, but love how he? finds out.
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Date: 2007-04-09 01:50 pm (UTC)Nah, this way it's even more ironic. *grin* Glad you liked this---it was fun to write!
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Date: 2007-04-09 12:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-09 01:52 pm (UTC)Yeah, that was fun.
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Date: 2007-04-09 01:02 pm (UTC)(And, to be completely shallow, Dean is going to be a fabulous-looking older guy, just like his papa.)
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Date: 2007-04-09 02:20 pm (UTC)Yeah, he's got Dean's/John's hunting instinct grafted onto Sam's brains and empathy. Quite a combo!
Dean is going to be a fabulous-looking older guy, just like his papa.
*flails* YES. Yes, he is.
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Date: 2007-04-09 05:27 pm (UTC)I really like the matter of fact tone of the whole story.
It would be nice to see a follow up where Dean meets his kid.
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Date: 2007-04-10 05:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-10 05:35 am (UTC)Very well written stuff.
thanks for writing and sharing.
Nutty
(nothing like food, good fic and feet up on the coffee table :D)
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Date: 2007-04-12 03:38 pm (UTC)If you've never had reason to "friend"
Here's some stuff: Maygra posted a wonderful analysis of Sam and Dean here and killabeez made a timeline of the show that looked useful, so I pointed it out to another friend,
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Date: 2007-04-12 04:51 pm (UTC)BTW, who's the dude in your icon?
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Date: 2007-04-12 05:11 pm (UTC)Actor's name is Kyle Schmid. He plays the sexy vampire in Blood Ties, a made-for-Lifetime series that just started a month ago, based on Tanya Huff's "Blood" books. He really does a fantastic job, and I'm quite smitten.
I nabbed it from someone at
If you're not familiar with Huff's books, one of the cool things about Henry Fitzroy is that he was a bastard son of King Henry VIII.
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Date: 2007-04-12 05:32 pm (UTC)??? I've made stacks of icons using Paint. I wouldn't know where to start with Photoshop. My only regret is that I have no way to make animated or multi-frame icons, but for stills? Paint.
This icon is a case in point; the original pic was from a news story about the Florida citrus industry and was a larger size/wider view.
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Date: 2007-04-13 04:49 am (UTC)He must take after his mother.
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Date: 2007-05-07 02:58 pm (UTC)Thanks for the read.
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