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Title:
 Down By the Lake
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Rating: 
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Word Count: 
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Warnings: 
 character with panic attacks, language, show level violence
Author's Notes: 
Inspired by this prompt: Ben Braeden is on a hike with the local scout troop; joining up with another troop that includes Mike and Ash Sorenson (Something Wicked) - when a campfire story comes to life, can the boys who've been "touched by a Winchester" save the day? (yes!) Many thanks to my beta reader, claudiapriscus

Summary: 
“I’d stay away from the water while you’re here. Things down there you don’t want to get near.”

http://spn-summergen.livejournal.com/224280.html

http://spn-summergen.livejournal.com/224150.html

http://spn-summergen.livejournal.com/223850.html

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WARNING: Image heavy! I had fun with shadowsong26's great story
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June 10 - candygramme for cuddyclothes

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Does anyone know if the Supernatural fandom is banding together like we did for China, Haiti and other disasters for the people of Napal?
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The Wren Calling
by Just Ruth
(gift for arliss)
The Hooded Man
[Come! Come! Come!]
The Wren, he thought wearily,</i>has the loudest call of any bird.</i>

The dawn had barely touched the edge of the eastern sky, but the wren was swinging on a branch in front of his tower, calling. It flitted to the window sill, called again and then back to the branch, still calling.

The wren is sacred to the Aen, say the old books. They were used for divination and thought to be messengers of the gods.

"All right, all right," he grumbled aloud. "I'm coming." He covered himself in his long robe, pulling the hood over his face against the cold. The Wizard of the Lath stones, they called him, the Alchemist of Caer Thrag. The Idiot - but to be fair, his uncle called him that after he blew up the gate house experimenting with black powder. He checked the angle of the stones' shadows. It was almost dawn of the shortest day.

Come! Come! Come! insisted the bird. He lit a lantern. It might be dawn, but the icy trail needed more light than the sky.

The wren called him down the mountain. Down to a stone house with a door of wood. Warm light was kindled within and the year circle in greens hung above it. He knew it. It was one of uncle's hunting lodges. Why would anyone be here at this time of year?

A dog barked within and he heard children's voices. A woman called them to order. Solstice breakfast must be within - raisin cakes and bacon, candied fruits and flowers. His mouth watered, remembering.

The wren stood on a small cairn of stones before him. It cocked it's head Well?

He hesitated, then knocked on the door

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Title: Distraction
Author: just_ruth
Recipient: Sooshi
Word Count: 1860
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Demons, angels, both annoyed and annoying. AU, mention of sexual assault
Author's Notes: Demon Adam - what better distraction to keep the Winchesters from guessing what’s really going on?

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Title: He’s Back
Author: just_ruth
Recipient: BearHatter
Word Count: 1150
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU Endfic, bunker, multiple instances of karma being a bitch
Author's Notes: You know it had to happen someday, didn’t you? Apologies for the use of masculine pronouns - the author is following the canon of the show and not necessarily her own beliefs.

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Title: The Last Voyage of the White Lady
Recipient: colls
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1300
Warnings: AU from the end of “Blood Brothers.”
Author’s Note: writing for prompt 4: casefic something nautical like a mermaid or sea-witch or a haunted lighthouse. Sam, Dean, and/or others.
Summary: Benny and Dean investigate the tale of The White Lady of Caine’s Point.

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What song is stuck in your head?


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Write a poem or share one that you like.




The King O' The Cats
(adapted from the old tale)
by Ruth Dempsey (1982)

It was a dark and stormy night,
Sworn the blackest e'er been
Folks huddled round the Great Hall's fire
And muttered dark of pagan Samhain
When a knight staggered in from the rain,
Crying "God save me from what I've seen!"

"On Idris's Howe were seven black cats,
Led by one of snowy white,
Carrying a coffin on their backs!
It was a terrible sight!
But worse yet was the chant they sent
A ringing in the night "

"Tell Tom Toldrum that Tim Toldrum's dead
Tell Tom Toldrum the crown waits for his head
Tell Tom Toldrum that Tim Toldrum's dead."

"You lie!" said the King's own lady fair,
"I say you saw no such thing!"
"I tell you madam, I did, this I swear,
By the gold you wear as a ring!"
The black cat in the lady's lap stared and stared
As the knight repeated everything:

"The eyes of the black cats were red as fire,
But the white cat's eyes were green,
And she carried in her paws a crown
Small and dainty as I've ever seen,
And as they walked up the Howe
Their demon's chant came clear and clean."

"Tell Tom Toldrum that Tim Toldrum's dead
Tell Tom Toldrum the crown waits for his head
Tell Tom Toldrum that Tim Toldrum's dead."

Tear's sprang from the lady's green, green eyes
Even as the black cat's eyes burned red,
"Oh, treachery! Treachery!" rang her cries
"Alas my brother is dead!"


"And now I am King O' the Cat's!" the beast in her lap said.
With a crack and a flash, the pair were gone
A running into the night,
One the cat of sable black
One of snowy white,
All in the hall blessed themselves three times
After the dreadful sight.

The King was shaken to his core
At what he had let in his life,
And tho' he reigned for long and long,
He never would take a wife.
Tis said when he died there was a black cat at his left side
And a white cat on his right.
And the tale was told again and again of that dark and stormy night.


"Tell Tom Toldrum that Tim Toldrum's dead
Tell Tom Toldrum the crown waits for his head
Tell Tom Toldrum that Tim Toldrum's dead."

END

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In 2009 I gave my sister Judith all of Jack's ties and she made two lovely quilts for myself and Marirose.
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