FIC #10-5 "Man to the Mountain," PG-13
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spnmysteryyearsTitle: Man to the Mountain
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sylvanwitch
Rating: PG-13 (for language, violence)
Category: Casefic, pre-series (Stanford era)
Summary: From the original prompt: Spring in the Great Smoky Mountains comes as a surprise, everything turning green seemingly overnight. Only in the deep valleys where the sun never quite shines is there still snow. And in the snow, the prints of something not-quite-human. The Cherokee call it a cannibal. Cannibal or no, John Winchester is there to kill it. Of course, that'd be easier if he had either of his boys. But Sam's no longer a part of the family, and Dean's off doing god knows what. That leaves John, a family of Cherokee men, an ancient legend, and a fistful of guts and glory to get it done. (I took some liberties with my prompt.)
Author's Notes: These are long, so I'll ask you to see the master post.
Disclaimer: The ones you recognize aren't mine. The ones you don't are. No Cherokees were harmed in the writing of the this story. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Go here for the fic.
Author:
sylvanwitch Rating: PG-13 (for language, violence)
Category: Casefic, pre-series (Stanford era)
Summary: From the original prompt: Spring in the Great Smoky Mountains comes as a surprise, everything turning green seemingly overnight. Only in the deep valleys where the sun never quite shines is there still snow. And in the snow, the prints of something not-quite-human. The Cherokee call it a cannibal. Cannibal or no, John Winchester is there to kill it. Of course, that'd be easier if he had either of his boys. But Sam's no longer a part of the family, and Dean's off doing god knows what. That leaves John, a family of Cherokee men, an ancient legend, and a fistful of guts and glory to get it done. (I took some liberties with my prompt.)
Author's Notes: These are long, so I'll ask you to see the master post.
Disclaimer: The ones you recognize aren't mine. The ones you don't are. No Cherokees were harmed in the writing of the this story. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Go here for the fic.
Peace,
SW
