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Supernatural. Gen. PG-13. For [livejournal.com profile] 60_minute_fics's Urban Legend challenge. I was assigned A Pinch of Snuff. 750 words and unbetaed.

      And cut! Perfect! Print it! – Edward D. Wood, Jr.

[ ca ]

October when Sam's thirteen, they spend four months in San Francisco. A contact swears there's something up in the bay area, and so they go, little toy soldiers zooming down I-80 at the right signal.

Sam's a week late in starting school but quick to catch up, and Dean picks him up every day after three, sits on the Chevy's hood and waits in the parking lot for the bell to ring. He's at that age, Sam is, where he wants to talk less and less, the prickly teenaged years where he's careful to snap about everything, careful to never give in.

Dean gets arrested for the first time in late September, and he spends a night in a jail cell before Dad can get home and bail him out. He never sees the inside of a courtroom, but there's a few weeks when any time Sam argues anything, there's a lawyer joke to match it.

They spend a Saturday night on the couch in front of the TV, and Sam does algebra homework while Dean alternately sharpens his knives and takes sips of forgotten, warm beer.

The TV works in the background, some cheap horror thing on public access, and Sam looks up once between solving for X and substituting for Y and he says, "Dude. That's fucking sick."

And Dean says, "Language, Sammy, Jesus," and his eyes flick to the screen. He makes a face and pauses, examines the screen. Some creep in a samurai getup and his hapless victim of torture and gore and blah blah blah tied to a bed. He yawns then says, "You know, it's all real."

Sam snorts and says, "Yeah, right." He bites at the end of his pencil and says, "Here. Look at this. Can X be seven?" He holds up his notepad and brushes eraser dust from his jeans.

"Seriously, man, I heard about this one. Feds even investigated. It was this whole big thing."

Sam shakes the paper, as if to get his attention. "Yeah, Dean, whatever. Now come on. You get A's in math. Help me out."

Dean rolls his eyes and clicks the TV off. "Give it here, then. God."

[ la ]

His junior year, they're in New Orleans. A girl dies in August, and the rumors hang over the school building for weeks like Spanish moss, heavy and dark in any conversation.

They say she was a whore. They say she was an addict. They say there's a tape that shows her death, and you can get a copy if you leave a scrap of paper with your locker combo and ten bucks in number 237. The papers say her heart was missing. The cops say cult ritual.

Sam comes home carrying a tape with blank labels in his bag, and Dean says, "All right, man! You finally got up the balls to rent us some porn? The church ladies weren't looking over your shoulder the whole time for once?"

And Sam shakes his head, doesn't even bother to roll his eyes. He crosses the room to the television set and with his back turned, he says, "No. But I think I found us a job."

[ ms ]

Seven years later, along the river, Dean goes looking for the papers and comes back with a video tape in a black bag.

And Sam says, "Dude. The fuck is that?"

"Research. Take your coffee. And watch your language."

Sam shakes his head but obediently takes the cup, swallows down bitter French roast and melted Styrofoam and says, "Okay. Okay, what is it? What'd you find?"

And Dean grins. "This is Research." He says it like that, like it's got a capital R. "Rumor says they kill them at the end. Like, really kill them."

Research really means girl-on-girl porn with the vaguest semblance of a storyline, a ghostly shape in two frames halfway through, and an alleged pair of spirits after the credits. Dean insists on watching it all, just in case the legends on the web missed something. Attention to detail is the mark of a good hunter. Since today.

Sam drinks his coffee and watches the screen with only thinly-veiled disgust. He says, "Man, you can't possibly be getting off on this."

And Dean says, very seriously, "This is work, Sammy. Play comes later. You know that."

Sam hides his face in his hands just as the blood starts spilling, and he says, "Let's not go into detail about what exactly that means."

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Date: 2006-11-01 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] la-folle-allure.livejournal.com
omg I HONESTLY thought Dean had the Blair Witch Project in the last one *LAUGHS*

And yes, Sam is the dork that would spend 10$ on not!porn. OH SAMMY! Thank god Dean thinks you're cute and likes sechs with you or else you would NEVER get laid.

*laughs* DEAN THE MATHLETE!!!!

And once again, ED WOOD FOR THE WIN!!

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Date: 2006-11-01 04:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheebubbles.livejournal.com
Shh, baby, this one's masquerading as genfic! *shields the eyes of the nonwincesters in fandom*

God, you have NO IDEA how much I want AcademicTeam!Dean fic. SO SO MUCH.

Dude, did you know Woodism is an actual religion? Seriously.

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Date: 2006-11-01 11:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estrella30.livejournal.com
Dean insists on watching it all, just in case the legends on the web missed something. Attention to detail is the mark of a good hunter. Since today.

heeeeeeeeeeee! oh, dean, man. *draws hearts*

so awesome!

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Date: 2006-11-01 01:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheebubbles.livejournal.com
*adds more hearts in sparkly pink pen*

Hee, thank you!

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Date: 2006-11-01 01:59 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] merihn.livejournal.com
Hmm... odd. I'd never heard of that before. People can be sick... even just their imaginations.

I love the way you write... there's something about it that I just enjoy alot.

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Date: 2006-11-01 10:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheebubbles.livejournal.com
Thank you! :O)

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Date: 2006-11-01 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] geminigirl6879.livejournal.com
Awesome story!

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Date: 2006-11-01 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheebubbles.livejournal.com
Thank you!

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Date: 2006-11-02 01:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brin-bailey.livejournal.com
Okay, that was awesome!

I adored this bit:

And Dean says, very seriously, "This is work, Sammy. Play comes later. You know that."

Sam hides his face in his hands just as the blood starts spilling, and he says, "Let's not go into detail about what exactly that means."

Plus, Ed Wood? You rule :)

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Date: 2006-11-02 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheebubbles.livejournal.com
Hee, thank you!

Ed Wood = <3. Seriously.

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Date: 2006-11-02 05:52 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] tsuki-no-bara.livejournal.com
only dean would think porn counts as research. heh. and i really love how this is written - the three sections, the dialogue, the narrative. it's just really really good.

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Date: 2006-11-02 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheebubbles.livejournal.com
thank you!

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Date: 2006-11-06 08:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com
From the man who practically sweated when his brother caught him watching porn *crows loudly!*...


This fic was awesome... You know, I've heard of this phenomenon, and it has some true elements, I know - not snuff exactly, but they've caught some nasty stuff coming through US borders that has been caught on tape... The 'snuff film' rumors will live forever, until they actually get one in the cinemas... *Wonders if thgat would ever happen* With the way the world is, it wouldn't surprise me if there WAS one out there... Blech... Now I'm freaking myself out!

But, truly, this fic was the bomb, hon!! Send more!!


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Date: 2006-11-06 02:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheebubbles.livejournal.com
It's a pretty twisted legend; I purposefully didn't let myself get too far into the details writing this, because eww.

And hee, thank you!! :O)

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Date: 2006-11-13 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niz4.livejournal.com
gah. math geek dean?! the ultimate toyboy....oh god, i just want to see him hunched over the books now, with the small frown of concentration, and all the thinking. ::gimme hands::

he's so pretty when he's smart...mmmmmm mmmm

why isn't there more smartboy!porn?!?!? i want it. badly.

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Date: 2006-11-13 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheebubbles.livejournal.com
seriously, there needs to be more nerd!Dean fic. because he is a dork liek whoa. *flails*

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Date: 2006-11-14 10:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niz4.livejournal.com


ah me. nerd!Dean fic would give me the happy.

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