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Title: Book of the Dead Blues
Genre:  their own private idahos; postcards from beyonds
Characters: Jo, Charlie, Pamela Barnes, Billie, Tracy Bell; boys in the background
Warnings/Spoilers: 12 x 09
Summary: Slowdance. Sunshine. Winchester butt. Grave.
Notes: for international women’s day!




Jo

Tracy Bell’s just killed a werewolf when you wake up, look at your little slice and long for earth, as in home, as in Nebraska, or South Dakota or Kansas, as in corn and beer and roads and reckless boys with gravity knives and stubble the color of winter wheat. Look in on them sometimes; it's slow enough, rough-elbowed on the counter of this revamp roadhouse: bar-rag Winchester, whiskey-shot Winchester; others you catch scent of, their flannel and their rebel and their trouble: Tracy. Life you might have had; night, earth; wolf on your leathers and two months along. It's a daughter. You can almost hear the juke, your mother, your own cocky-kid click, shotgun, walls and ghosts and lip-salt; slowdance- trouble: all the girls who love the boys who get them killed. You’d know.


Charlie

You miss your mother. She's here, but not always, and no-one said it was gonna be a gamer's dream, and you wander, and it isn't that hard to hack this ghost-machine; caped-up cosplay, code, with a haircut-tragedy called Ash. Your heroines. Your queens. Sunshine tiara. Flip-wig-flashcard-pantsuit-paradise. Hard not to go drunk on geek, feet up in the pink of your own hideaway, watch playthroughs of Angel Radio. Oz, sometimes. Holes in the ground. When you pray (because a girl’s gotta) you pray for the girls you left behind—and the boys, and the book, and the books and the beer and the Friday nights when they hunker in: Dean and Sam and the snackage, the sheepish six in its brown paper sack.

Pamela

There's no resentment in heaven. That’s what you said, what you tell yourself. Namaste. And sight’s like a double, charged-up with god-juice. Whatever runs this place. Whatever flips its Zippos for peace, every arena you’ve ever been. Angels don’t bother you, know not to. What does: earth. Great Mother. Hands and hands on backs on breasts. Sex. Dick-carved malachite heavy in hand. Nag Champa.  Fine, fine Winchester ass.

Billie

Ain’t no grave. You don't go anywhere. Not when you die like that, when you can't die.
They’re awake, brothers in a night of their own, tearing after blood on their own turf, mooning at night in their caves, thinking you’ll never sing to them, not again. You still have a throat, what-death-is-the-mother-of, and you can’t hold down a thing without a body, without a soul, thing could foot its way back to a grave she never had; those are the blues; you’d know. One of these days they’re gonna dig you up whole.

Date: 2017-03-09 12:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madebyme-x.livejournal.com
So many strong women here, and I loved how you captured all of their individual voices so well and that common thread of the Winchesters being involved in all their deaths one way or another.

I hope that isn't the last we'll see of Billie, and I hope the comic consequences will see the return of a very pissed off Death (maybe with Billie by his side!) Thank you for sharing :)

Date: 2017-03-11 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crowroad3.livejournal.com
I think about Winchester complicity/collateral a lot...and how women and Winchesters (I mean, male Winchesters) function vis a vis each other!

Billie: I know! Strikes me that Billie's not really gendered I guess, but as we see Billie, she seems, well, she...

Date: 2017-03-09 02:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] milly-gal.livejournal.com
I have a husband, you know this - still - can I marry you?!

Date: 2017-03-11 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crowroad3.livejournal.com
LOL <3! Got a husband too, but yep!

Date: 2017-03-11 05:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] milly-gal.livejournal.com
*snorts* *swoons* Be miiineeee! LOL! If you hadn't gathered, that meant I loved this fic!

Date: 2017-03-10 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] z-publicizes.livejournal.com
Wonderful, celebratory and hopeful while not eliding the dark currents-- all the girls who love the boys who get them killed--ouch.

Thing I noticed: there's a commonality between these women in that they're all watchers--or watcher-overs: hunter, hacker, seer, reaper--there's a special kind of seeing involved for each.

Date: 2017-03-15 11:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] backroadsspirit.livejournal.com
Since english is not my first language I sometimes struggle to pick up everything you put into these little masterpieces and that is also my apology for why I canĀ“t find the appropriate words to say how much i love them. So, to put it simple, you are awesome:)

Date: 2017-03-18 06:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crowroad3.livejournal.com
*You* are awesome! I appreciate your kind words very much! <3

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