Jupiter James Year In Fics

Here is my year in review for fics in 2017! I didn’t include all the oneshots and drabbles. I really think this year was good for me as far as writing is concerned. I really loved writing all of these fics.

Total word count: 

355,232 (it’s up from last year!)

The Fics:

Protect and Serve (WIP): 

Sam Winchester is America’s newest sweetheart. An in-demand actor and all around Boy Next Door. However, with his fame comes the need for protection. And Sam only trusts his older brother, and former beat cop, Dean, plus his best friend, Castiel Novak, to keep himself safe. However, Castiel and Dean share not only a desire to keep Sam safe, but also a lot of friction between them. In an attempt to smooth the edges, Sam pleads with them to find a way to make things work. Castiel thinks Dean needs discipline. Dean thinks Castiel needs to lighten up. Together, they discover a lot more about each other than anticipated.

Finger Painted Grace (23,829 words): 

Art student Castiel Novak is struggling to solidify an idea for his BFA senior project incorporating painting and photography. Enter Dean Winchester, current MFA student, tattoo artist apprentice, and now, nude model for the figure drawing class. Suddenly, Castiel’s vision for the perfect project springs to life in his mind. Full of wings, souls, and visible grace. Something he sees shining out of the outgoing tattoo artist like never before. All he needs to do now is convince Dean to let him paint on his body, and also somehow figure out what to do about the fledgling feelings he has for Dean that he didn’t even think he was capable of before now.

Supernatural Kink Bingo (drabbles): A collection of short stories and drabbles that I got as spaces on a bingo card.

Where the Cracks Form (42,422 words): 

Centuries ago, Earth was ruled by magic. Witches and their otherworldly familiars wandered freely, channeling the magic and sending it out, and through, nature. But as everything on Earth, there is an ebb and flow. Over time, magic, and magic users have disappeared to become myths. However, the cycle is returning. Witches are coming back in larger numbers in these modern times to control the energy before it spirals out of control and creates havoc. Castiel Novak, CPA, is a witch. Then again, he doesn’t believe in witches, magic, or the supernatural. Enter Dean Winchester, familiar, who is thrown from his plane of existence to Earth, charged with being Castiel’s familiar. His job, to establish a bond with his human, to help Castiel channel his magic. But first he must convince the disbelieving human to accept his fate before they both die from its disuse.

No Righteous Path (106,290 words): 

On his 40th birthday, Dean Winchester suddenly begins to worry that he may have lost his chance for a real mate. He’s been so focused on his business as a 24-hour roofing and repairman, that he’s never taken the time to date properly, or even make any lasting friendships outside of his family. Beginning in their late 30’s, alphas and omegas start to lose their mating and bonding hormones, making it more difficult – and often impossible – to mate or bond with anyone past a certain age. But as a modern Alpha, Dean would be content with a companion, at least. Blood bonds aren’t the be-all, end-all. However, after a late night emergency roofing repair call from Castiel Novak, Omega, Dean starts to hope. Yearn. The only hangup is that Castiel admits to being as old-fashioned as the books he teaches. Nervous to go against his religious upbringing by being with someone who he can’t bond properly, as alphas and omegas are intended to do. But he can’t deny his attraction to Dean, and despite his sensibilities, he thinks that, just maybe, he can change for the man he’s falling in love with.

The Unexpected Duet (39,082 words): 

Dean Winchester, best damn HR Manager ever, has a tough job to do. His only relief is the moment he can leave work and blast his classic rock at top volume. But after a particularly difficult day, AC/DC does nothing to calm his frayed nerves when he has to fire a good employee who doesn’t deserve her fate. Stretched almost to the breaking point with nothing to relax him, Dean unexpectedly hears a distant piano playing from somewhere nearby. He knows nothing of classical music, or the person playing it, but he’s immediately comforted by the melancholy piece. What he doesn’t realize, is that the famous concert pianist responsible for the music, Castiel Milton, is equally charmed by the the classic rock music drifting through his own windows and the voice of the man who puts a lot of heart into singing along every day. Through a chance encounter, Dean and Castiel discover more to love than just their music.

winchester-reload:

I did this as a warm up over the last two days while I work on some other pieces, but I might as well post it. Here’s some ugly Christmas sweaters for you all–and more importantly, I wanna wish all of my followers friends here safe and happy holidays! I can’t wait to rein in the new year with these two assholes and all of you!!! Let’s kick it in the ass, guys! 

@winchester-reload: I honestly tried to stop myself this time. But I couldn’t.

“I’ve never eaten so much turkey in my life,” Dean groans, flopping down onto the couch, dangerously close to a food coma.

“Why did God create turkeys?” Castiel agrees, sliding down beside him and allowing the last of Dean’s energy to be used to lift his arm up and drape it over his shoulder.

Sam, lounging back in the loveseat next to the sofa, moans a little as he readjusts. “To make us fat and sleepy and therefore compliant to His will. Screw Chuck. I’m gonna sleep for the next ten years.”

Dean blinks slowly, eyes half-open. “Die Hard. We need to watch Die Hard.”

“Not it,” Castiel and Sam say in unison.

“Bunch’a fuckin’ babies up in here,” Dean mumbles, but he slides off the couch all the same, crawling on hands and knees to the TV to paw through the DVD box for his favorite Christmas movie of all time. He sets the disc in the player and Sam hits the light switch next to his head, bathing the room in only the glow of the TV and the Christmas tree behind them. “Help me up.”

Sam grapples for Dean’s hand, static popping sharply between them, both yanking back quickly. Sam shakes out his stinging hand.

Rather than risking further injury, Dean scoots back to his post the same way he left it. “You had to get wool sweaters,” he grouches, tucking himself against Castiel again.

Sam smiles. “They were festive, and you’re still wearing it, so shut your face.”

“Snowflakes,” Castiel slurs from his nearly asleep position. “Snowflakes are God’s greatest creation.”

Dean chuckles and hits play on the remote. It doesn’t take long before the long-memorized film works its soporific magic, and Dean is dead to the world, head pillowed on Castiel’s chest. Sam tosses over a fleece blanket, and Castiel wordlessly tucks it over Dean’s legs. He’ll never admit it because it would ruin his tough guy demeanor, but Dean Winchester is often afflicted by cold feet.

Castiel tilts his head to the side, absently kissing the crown of Dean’s head, but turning his blue eyes to Sam when he hears a small click.

Sam lowers his cell phone. “Nice picture,” he says softly, tapping at the screen.

“Merry Christmas,” Castiel answers.

Sam tucks his phone away the same moment both Dean’s and Castiel’s vibrate on the arm of the couch. “Merry Christmas,” he answers.

omg i love these prompts. “I don’t have the time for your insane shit, okay?” for Vanyanto pleeeease? :D

joasakura:

Vanya looked over the horde of men in ill-fitting Santa costumes and sighed. He neither had expected nor wanted to become some sort of seasonal avenger, but here he was. 

*AGAIN*.

“Alright, look.” He said, rubbing his eyes. “Disney store, it closes in fifteen minutes now. I do not have time for this shit of insanity, yes?” Across the alley, the santas, clutching their bags of ill-gotten gains, shifted uncomfortably.

“There is limited edition Belle ornament I am meaning to get for my professor, but he is home on the winter break all the time now, how am I supposed to get without him seeing?”

“I dunno, man, maybe order it online like a normal person?” One of the santas offered, before another elbowed him in the stomach.

“I remember that for next time, yes? So this is how it goes. You all give up now, lie on ground and wait for police while I buy present, or I beat the shit out of you, and for ever minute I lose starting now, I break one of your kneecaps. There are five of you. That is ten kneecaps.” The little Russian cracked his neck. “Tick tock, You give up, or I shove coal up all of your assholes from Father Frost.”

The manager of the Disney store blinked as she heard what sounded like a very large number of  goats screaming in the alleyway, and quickly ran to peer out of the stockroom door.  Five battered santas lay heaped in the dumpster along with the rest of the garbage. With a grunt, a stocky redhead in a shearling coat tossed the last one in and then smiled at her.

“Ah, is good. Two things, one, can you please be calling police now. These are not santas, they robbed the Gap down the block. Two, please tell me you have Belle ornament, I need it for present.”

“We… we just sold out of them.” She said in a mild panic.

“блядь.” Vanya muttered, kicking one of the santas. “I guess I take gift card then. Thank you for your time.”