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sparrow015) wrote2007-12-21 10:07 pm
sparrow015) wrote2007-12-21 10:07 pm
Supernatural Fic
Title: Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard
Author: Sparrow
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I just like to play in his 'verse. "Me and Julio down by the Schoolyard" belongs to Simon and Garfunkle.
Author's Note: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sierraphoenix for the awesome betaness!
Spoilers: Post "Season 2"
Summary: While still in jail, Gordon is being haunted by a ghost.
Gordon first noticed him when he was wearing pajamas and a robe. He knew it
was a ghost, those kinds of clothes you weren't allowed to wear in prison. Just
didn't quite go with the orange. Plus there was the fact that no one else
noticed him.
Little things started happening around Gordon: his toilet backed up, lights
flickered in his cell, and then his cell door wouldn't open.
Okay, so the ghost was targeting him for some reason. He needed to figure out why and see if he could get some protection runes set up until he could get out and salt and burn the body.
~~~~ 2 Months Later ~~~~~
Gordon slowly banged his head against the wall of his cell. He was gradually going insane. The stupid ghost still hadn't shown himself; he had spent more than enough time in solitary to know its ins and outs all because the damned thing liked to start fights when Gordon was around.
Something started to flicker on his bed. More flickering and then a humanoid
shape appeared. It was Gordon's ghost. Young man, couldn't be any older than
twenty-three. He wore a bathrobe, with a t-shirt, shorts, and slippers and had short shaggy hair and a smile on his face.
Gordon shot up in a flash, hands going to the salt packets he managed to
procure. He looked all around his cell and noticed the salt lines he managed to put down had been smudged. 'Damn, probably when that damned old man and his book cart came by.'
"Whoa! Whoa! Dude! I come in peace, sorta; I mean, I have been haunting you
the past couple of months." The ghost had his hands up in the air with the
universal 'I come in peace' gesture. Gordon threw the salt at the ghost
anyways. It flickered out and then appeared next to Gordon.
"Dude, so not of the cool. I came to talk, and here you go wasting perfectly
good salt. I mean, what if you need it later for food!"
Seething inwardly, Gordon got into a ready stance, prepared to do anything to
get the ghost to go away.
"See, Gordy, do you mind if I call you Gordy?"
"Yes!"
"Now Gordy, a while ago, you were messing with one of my friends. One Sam
Winchester. You hunted him down and kidnapped Dean! That's a big no-no. Since becoming dead, my morals have been stripped down a bit, and I figured since Sam helped me out a bit, I'd do something nice for him."
Gordon kept glaring at the ghost.
The ghost flapped a hand at him. "Now, now, keep looking like that and your face
will freeze like that."
"Sam Winchester is a freak of nature! And when I get out of here, I am going to
hunt him down and kill him like the demon spawn he is!"
"Kill him like the demon spawn he is. Blah, blah, blah! Jeeze, you're like a
broken record. By the way, your sister says hi, she loves you, and you also suck
for cutting off her head."
Gordon glared. "You have no right to dictate to me about that!! I saved her
soul by killing the thing that was wearing her face! You think I took pleasure
in that act? She was my sister!"
"Oh, I think you took in a tiny bit of pleasure. I, myself personally, was full
of horror when I had to take down my own twin. Was the absolute worse moment of my life. Well, except maybe when I died. That was pretty much not of the good."
Eyes boring into the ghost, Gordon hoped it would go away soon. "Is there a
point to all of this? Or are you just that pathetic?"
To Gordon's astonishment, the ghost started to laugh and laugh and laugh.
"You know, I just realized, I never introduced myself. *ahem* My name is Andy
Gallagher. You hurt my friend Sam. Prepare to visualize gay porn all day."
Author: Sparrow
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I just like to play in his 'verse. "Me and Julio down by the Schoolyard" belongs to Simon and Garfunkle.
Author's Note: Many thanks to
sierraphoenix for the awesome betaness!Spoilers: Post "Season 2"
Summary: While still in jail, Gordon is being haunted by a ghost.
Gordon first noticed him when he was wearing pajamas and a robe. He knew it
was a ghost, those kinds of clothes you weren't allowed to wear in prison. Just
didn't quite go with the orange. Plus there was the fact that no one else
noticed him.
Little things started happening around Gordon: his toilet backed up, lights
flickered in his cell, and then his cell door wouldn't open.
Okay, so the ghost was targeting him for some reason. He needed to figure out why and see if he could get some protection runes set up until he could get out and salt and burn the body.
~~~~ 2 Months Later ~~~~~
Gordon slowly banged his head against the wall of his cell. He was gradually going insane. The stupid ghost still hadn't shown himself; he had spent more than enough time in solitary to know its ins and outs all because the damned thing liked to start fights when Gordon was around.
Something started to flicker on his bed. More flickering and then a humanoid
shape appeared. It was Gordon's ghost. Young man, couldn't be any older than
twenty-three. He wore a bathrobe, with a t-shirt, shorts, and slippers and had short shaggy hair and a smile on his face.
Gordon shot up in a flash, hands going to the salt packets he managed to
procure. He looked all around his cell and noticed the salt lines he managed to put down had been smudged. 'Damn, probably when that damned old man and his book cart came by.'
"Whoa! Whoa! Dude! I come in peace, sorta; I mean, I have been haunting you
the past couple of months." The ghost had his hands up in the air with the
universal 'I come in peace' gesture. Gordon threw the salt at the ghost
anyways. It flickered out and then appeared next to Gordon.
"Dude, so not of the cool. I came to talk, and here you go wasting perfectly
good salt. I mean, what if you need it later for food!"
Seething inwardly, Gordon got into a ready stance, prepared to do anything to
get the ghost to go away.
"See, Gordy, do you mind if I call you Gordy?"
"Yes!"
"Now Gordy, a while ago, you were messing with one of my friends. One Sam
Winchester. You hunted him down and kidnapped Dean! That's a big no-no. Since becoming dead, my morals have been stripped down a bit, and I figured since Sam helped me out a bit, I'd do something nice for him."
Gordon kept glaring at the ghost.
The ghost flapped a hand at him. "Now, now, keep looking like that and your face
will freeze like that."
"Sam Winchester is a freak of nature! And when I get out of here, I am going to
hunt him down and kill him like the demon spawn he is!"
"Kill him like the demon spawn he is. Blah, blah, blah! Jeeze, you're like a
broken record. By the way, your sister says hi, she loves you, and you also suck
for cutting off her head."
Gordon glared. "You have no right to dictate to me about that!! I saved her
soul by killing the thing that was wearing her face! You think I took pleasure
in that act? She was my sister!"
"Oh, I think you took in a tiny bit of pleasure. I, myself personally, was full
of horror when I had to take down my own twin. Was the absolute worse moment of my life. Well, except maybe when I died. That was pretty much not of the good."
Eyes boring into the ghost, Gordon hoped it would go away soon. "Is there a
point to all of this? Or are you just that pathetic?"
To Gordon's astonishment, the ghost started to laugh and laugh and laugh.
"You know, I just realized, I never introduced myself. *ahem* My name is Andy
Gallagher. You hurt my friend Sam. Prepare to visualize gay porn all day."
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Gallagher. You hurt my friend Sam. Prepare to visualize gay porn all day."
Aaaah-hahaha!! That's just about perfect!!
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While it's not wincest, it is Harry Potter/Supernatural porn. (http://sparrowwritings.livejournal.com/3480.html) So hopefully that brights up your day. :)
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Andy is made of the awesome, isn't he? :D I think Sam and Dean are kinda the first few 'friends' he's had that he hasn't really coerist.
I love your icon! The Jonathan pic there, I have that image on an icon with 'I wanna save everyone' on it. :D
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I think my favorite is one of River at Serenity's console, with the legend, "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole".
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lol, I've seen that one used by
I think the only confusing thing with mixing SPN and Buffy in fic is the vampire lore, 'cause you have about 8 seasons of canon Buffy vs 3 eps of SPN.
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Awesome!!
*Grins*
*hugs*
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