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Title: Kill Crowley
Author: landahoymateys
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural, Kill Bill, movie crossover
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby, Crowley/Dean, Crowley/Michael
Rating: R
Word Count: ~20,000
Warnings: Extreme Violence, Gore, Torture Imagery, Underage Sexual Exploitations, Vulgar and Sexual Language, Character Deaths
Summary:
Dean is left for dead on the day of his wedding rehearsal. He embarks on a revenge mission the extent of which has never been matched against the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad. A group in which he used to be a member. As he plots to kill the five individuals that destroyed everything he loved he remembers how he got to this point, and searches for who betrayed him.

PLEASE NOTE:
This is a fictitious world (much like the actual show Supernatural), and as such has elements that do not exist in our world. While reading this work of fiction, you must suspend your disbelief temporarily.

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Ellen was not pleased to hear her unwanted guests would be needing further accommodations. Sheriff Singer was even less pleased. “I don want yer particular bran o' vigilante trouble making in my town.”

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Title: A Gunslinger's Tale
Fandom/Genre: SPN/AU
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Word count: 12k
Warnings: minor character deaths, interspecies sex, violence

The sun hung high in the noon sky, beating down onto Sheriff Robert “Bobby” Singer's back; his sweat seeping into his shirt which clung desperately to the curve of his back. He held his cream white hat to the ball of his head, preventing it from flying off, while he looked up into the sky. Others had begun to gather around him, townspeople gapping up at the sky. Most of them had never seen a real life dragon before. They were rare in these parts. Bobby spat out onto the ground. It was going to be a long day … There was a great displacement of air, as the beast swooped down, and then much less gracefully than they'd ever been rumored; fell to the ground in a heap. There, on the dragons back, rode a dragon-rider. He was well known around these parts. His picture was posted on every bulletin from the Mississippi to the far west coast. Which meant that the dragon, currently wailing on the dusty ground and flapping his wings maniacally, was the gunslingers partner.

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Title: Fairytales Are Real
Author: landahoymateys
Artist: lizfu
Fandom/Genre: SPN/AU
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby, Bobby/Ellen, Sam/Jessica
Rating: R
Word count: 30k
Warnings: Excessive violence, gore, torture, character deaths (canon), kissing, cursing, mild language.


Summary: In a land where fairytales have been all but forgotten, two brothers search for their missing father and the right to create their own fairytale. Along the way they will face evil and treachery like no other, and maybe just maybe, create their own happily ever afters.

Alpha: anoradh
Beta: samedestination

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Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a legend of two brothers who changed the course of history and brought about the return of the fairytale. To most people, they were just normal boys. They were strong and fiercely independent boys, but for the most part, just normal boys. They never imagined their lives would be any different from the other young men in their town. But they would be proven wrong, very wrong.

In the small town of Lawrence, the fairytale had not been seen for thousands of years. Every year, young men and women who came of age would journey out into the greater world in search of their very own fairytales. Unfortunately, most of them failed; some never returned, others returned defeated. It was written, that one day a young hero would be born of Lawrence who would change the world's fate and bring the return of the fairytale to the people of Earth. This hero would be brave, strong, and righteous.
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It was a slightly overcast, chilly winter day when Dean Winchester turned twenty and faced the town jury. The church bells rang loudly, echoing throughout the town, bouncing off the small buildings, and ringing in the ears of the bustling townsfolk. They all knew what it meant. There was another young person coming of age and looking to take on the challenge of searching for his/her own fairytale. Many of the townspeople knew him personally; he was Dean Winchester, the absent blacksmith's son. His father, John Winchester, had been the town's finest blacksmith until one fatal night. Dean had been only four years old when a beast from the Other Plains escaped into the town of Lawrence. On that night, Dean's mother, wife of John Winchester, was killed while protecting her youngest son Samuel Winchester. John never got over the death of his wife. Their love was said to be one of the purest, almost a fairytale. After that, John Winchester became obsessed with tracking the beast that killed his wife. When Dean was only ten years old, and his brother Sam six, their father disappeared into the Other Plains in search of the beast. He had never been heard from again. Most people assumed John Winchester to be dead, but his oldest son believed in him and took care of Sam. No one ever tried to separate the two boys or to tell them they had to move out of their home. Dean took on his father's duties, tending to the metalworking of the village and to his brother's upbringing, and nobody questioned it. In many ways he was better at it than John Winchester.

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The brothers came to port in a small town bordering the sea. The magical map from Missouri signaled that John Winchester, their father, was somewhere in the middle of the sea. Dean's stomach turned at the thought of it. They quickly located a man with a boat and a crew, who was willing to take them out to sea. Sam noticed the look of trepidation on his brother's face and, frowning, asked, “Dean, is something wrong?”

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When the Winchester boys had finally gotten back onto the mainland, their father had regained consciousness. “Dean, Sam, is that you boys?” John Winchester sat up with the help of his sons holding onto his back.

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Dean awoke with a throbbing headache, surrounded by darkness. It was cold and damp, and took several minutes for his eyes to adjust enough to the darkness. When he did, he really wished he hadn't. He was in a dungeon of some sort. He was clearly underground; the cell he was trapped in was made of stone and his arms were chained above his head, forcing him into a kneeling position. Beside him were several bones, clearly from some humanoid, long dead. There was also a recently dead body chained up beside him. His skin was a sickly gray and falling off, revealing diminished muscles and dirty bones. The smell was putrid and Dean couldn't help but gag at it.
Dean couldn't remember how he got here; he assumed it had something to do with the throbbing in his head. And he assumed it was bad. He had no idea where Sammy was, but Dean hoped he was somewhere safer (and cleaner) than he was. He tried to struggle out of the restraints around his wrists, and dug through one of his boots with the other foot. Unfortunately, it seemed like all his knifes were gone, which meant he'd have to either wiggle his way out of the cuffs or break them somehow.

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When Dean awoke, it was to a cool sensation on his forehead. A gentle hand rested on his chest and he knew for a fact it wasn't Crowley's hand. It was smaller, softer, and somehow familiar. Dean threw his eyes open, jumping up in a panic. The hand pushed him back down and a deep, gravelly voice said soothingly, “Relax, you're okay now.” Dean found himself obeying the voice and laying back. His eyes met the figure that the hand belonged to. It was a young man, a little older than himself. He had messy dark hair, stubble across his jaw, and the most intense blue eyes Dean had ever seen. Dean could only gape. There was something about this man, something ... he was almost radiating.

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It was surprisingly easier than Dean expected to convince Sam to come with him and Castiel. As soon as Dean had mentioned that Cas was from the Kingdom of Heaven, Sam was right on board. “Dean! Why didn't you tell me your friend was from Heaven? Do you have any idea how powerful the beings of Heaven are? They can help us defeat Lilith!” And there wasn't much of a problem convincing Ruby not to come along, because the second Heaven was mentioned she was out. “Look Sam, they don't like demons in Heaven. They're all 'kill first, ask questions never.' Bye Sam.”

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