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moragmacpherson ([personal profile] moragmacpherson) wrote2010-05-04 06:38 pm
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Fic: A Grand Sneer - Epilogue (Supernatural/Discworld BigBang)

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May, 2010, Detroit

The final showdown took place in a public park in a suburb full of foreclosed houses, and as he walked through it alone, Sam felt appropriately unnerved. It wasn't just economic decay run rampant, but the way reality itself felt so... thin after months of Lucifer massing his forces in this one place. Dean had indulged in a nice long rant - on at least six separate occasions - about how Lucifer must have been planning to break through here at least since 1999 - or whenever they decided to produce that mockery they called an Impala these days.

Sam had laughed at Dean's theory the first time, but the truth was he'd known why Lucifer picked Detroit ever since the Devil mentioned it back in Carthage, Missouri. Chuck had mistaken Hell's sadistic sense of humor for literary symmetry but Sam recognized it for what it was: predictable. Once a demon thought they knew your trigger, they'd keep pushing the same button until you broke. And though it had been years since he'd seen her or even really thought about her, Jess' niece Brittany had always loved Sam - treated him like a jungle-gym during the Christmas and two weeks in Hilton Head that he'd spent with the Moores. She was the closest thing Sam had to a daughter. Mother, girlfriend, would-be niece: demons and angels had a thing for threes too, so it made sense. A quick Internet search back in November confirmed that Jess' brother Carl and his family still lived in Grosse Pointe, but there wasn't much Sam could do but try to stop the Apocalypse before it came to that. It had been five years: there was no way to warn Carl and Brittany that wouldn't come across as crazy, plain and simple. Sam dropped Carl an e-mail over Christmas to re-establish the connection, just in case. Once the calendar turned over to May and no magic Lucifer-killing weapon had appeared, it was just a matter of waiting for the phone call.

Lucifer didn't snatch just Brittany, but nabbed her entire class on a field trip to the Tuskegee Airmen Museum. After twenty-seven years, Sam counted himself something of a connoisseur of demonic machinations and frankly, Lucifer's maneuver struck Sam as amateuristic, lacking Azazel's intricate, interweaving subtleties or Lilith's spare, elegant simplicity. Of course, the fact that Sam was in a position to make that comparison at all was a strong indicator of how fucked up his entire life had been to this point. Sam also had to remind himself that Lucifer wasn't a demon; he was an archangel, and so far as Sam could tell, archangels didn't even rank as blunt instruments: they were forces of nature. It was like using a hurricane to carve a marble statue: you might get a pile of stones smashed together, if you were lucky. If you weren't lucky... well, Sam's conscience didn't have room left for twenty dead middle-schoolers. Sam hung up on Carl and buried his face in his hands, then told his brother it was time.

Dean had slapped his thighs, stood up, and grabbed that broadsword which never seemed to leave his side these days. "Let's go rope us some dopes, champ." They called Bobby and Castiel, ate burgers at a greasy spoon, and drove all night to reach Detroit, singing along to Dean's old tapes the whole way. Lucifer sent Sam a dream of this park, but Bobby had triangulated the exact spot months ago, so it wasn't a surprise. On Dean's advice Sam took a long, hot shower that morning, then put on warm, comfortable clothes and armed himself with enough knives that he practically jingled as he walked through the park.

Sam stopped walking when his view matched the one from his dream. "Okay. I'm here." He turned around in a lazy circle until Lucifer came into view. Sam sighed: predictable. "Nothing's changed," he said.

"I didn't want it to be this way, but you've forced my hand," said Lucifer, palms held out and his borrowed face a mess of sores. "Say yes, or the kids die."

Sam shook his head. "No. I say yes and the world ends."

Lucifer actually looked like he pitied Sam. "I don't believe you, Sam. You're just too noble: there's no way you'd sacrifice them to the greater good. After all," and Sam would never forgive Lucifer for his smug smile, "what kind of monster would that make you?"

"You're right. Problem is: I know the kids are safe, and I'm not saying yes to you." Sam crossed his arms. "Not now, not ever."

"Don't be so sure of that." Gabriel's voice came from right behind Sam's shoulder, but Sam didn't flinch. When he turned he saw Gabriel smirking as he held Dean and Castiel each by the collar. "Your lame little rescue mission? Didn't work out so good, even with Dean all decked out in his Dungeons and Dragons gear. Cute cloak, by the way, what does it give you, plus-3 defense against the cold facts of reality?"

"No, I just like the way it billows behind me all heroic-like," said Dean as he tried to kick back at Gabriel, but the angel swiveled his hips and avoided it.

Sam backed up a few steps so that he could keep Gabriel and Lucifer in sight at the same time. Castiel didn't struggle like Dean but simply glared at Gabriel. "I would never have believed that you would sink so low as to do Lucifer's dirty work, Gabriel," said Cas.

Lucifer placed his hand on his chest. "I'm touched, really. I didn't even ask him to do this."

"And here we thought you had standards, Gabriel. Where's the trick?" asked Dean.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Tried tricks before, but you two are just a little too dense, so I've had to resort to more direct tactics." He released Castiel and pushed Dean onto his knees, the broadsword clanging against the ground. "So how's about you say yes, Sam, before little bro over there gives his demonic minions the go-ahead to tear little Brittany and all her BFFs to shreds."

"And while you're at it, if Dean could consent to my companion here, why, we'll have this show on the road." Sam glanced at his brother who stopped his struggles at the sound of Zachariah's voice. Zachariah and Michael strode towards the group to stand opposite Lucifer and Gabriel, which left Castiel and the Winchesters surrounded. "Not that this isn't a delightful family reunion - wasn't expecting to see you, Gabriel, you never return my calls anymore - but we've got a schedule to keep, and you Winchesters have delayed us long enough."

Dean cracked his neck as he got to his feet. He was smiling. "Looks like you've got us right where you want us."

Michael tipped his head forward, keeping his eyes on Dean and avoiding looking at Lucifer. "Destiny has brought us here, Dean, as I've told you it would. Your time is up. Say yes, and let us end this."

Sam looked down at his brother. "They want us to say yes," he said in a stage-whisper. "I told them nothing's changed."

Dean looked up at Sam. "They don't listen so good, do they?" Sam looked around to see all of the angelic fury he could have hoped for. More importantly, all of that fury was narrowly and completely focused on the two brothers.

Which made it a complete surprise to the angels when a voice screamed "Face full o' heid," and Big Yan plunged down from the trees, landing smack in the middle of Gabriel's forehead. Gabriel crumpled to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, and before any of the other angels could react, the Winchesters were covered in tiny blue men while a mass of Feegles surrounded the entire group.

Dean quirked his eyebrows. "Of course, there was that one thing that changed."

Lucifer's brow furrowed, causing the skin on his forehead to crack open. "What are these creatures?"

Zachariah shook his head. "They aren't yours?"

"No!" shouted Lucifer. He scowled. "This is your great plan? Tiny Scotsmen?"

Rob Anybody waved his tiny sword in Lucifer's direction. "Who ye callin' a Scotsman, ye huge scuggan! I'm Rob Anybody, big man o' the Chalk clan o' the Nac Mac Feegle, and I'll give ye a heidin ye'll nae ken till next Tuesday!"

The Feegles all raised their weapons and shouted. "Nae King! Nae Quin! We willnae be fooled again!"

Zachariah took a breath. "Very funny, Winchester, but enough is enough." He snapped his fingers. Nothing happened. His face fell and he looked at Michael, who shook his head.

Castiel stepped forward. "You will be interested to learn that the Nac Mac Feegle are natives to another dimension, and as such, are immune to our abilities to manipulate reality. I have tried to silence them myself." He paused. "Many times. You are fortunate that Dean requested they not drink prior to our meeting."

"Oh, and one other thing you might want to know about them," added Dean, facing Zachariah and Michael. "Cas tells me you angels aren't so good at moving from one reality to another. Boy, Rob and the guys here had a good laugh over that: after all, Feegles can move between realities just by setting one foot in front of the other." He chuckled. "So here's the deal: back off on the apocalypse, or else my brother and I will disappear from this world forever, right now, and you guys can just wait for the next pair of true vessels to show up. That'll be in about - what did you say, Cas?"

"Three hundred thousand years," supplied Castiel.

Zachariah snarled, "You wouldn't."

"I so very would," said Dean. "Did the Long Lake clan make it to the warehouse, Rob?" he asked without turning.

"Aye, the wee bairns are safe as houses, Dean-o, and these schemies ought to be cackin' their kecks less'n we do the same to them as been done to the smokey scunners."

Gabriel had recovered enough to rise to his feet. "What the hell did he say?"

Sam shrugged, facing Lucifer and Gabriel. "You've got me, but, like I said, the kids are safe, and we're still saying no."

Lucifer had turned red. "This is destiny! You will not deny me!"

"The apocalypse is written. It must come to pass," added Michael, who sounded only slightly less agitated to Sam's ears.

Sam laughed. "Would you listen to yourselves? I mean, I get it: angels were created as servants to the Word, so you're all caught up in this 'it is written' thing. But we're not angels: we're humans. We have free will. And we don't care about what's written. So what if God had it written that you and Michael have to have this stupid fight to the death? God's not here anymore." Castiel looked down, and Sam knew this part still bugged him, but it had to be said. "Why do you still care about what he wrote? I mean, other than following this stupid script, do you even have any reason to fight?"

"What part of 'destiny' don't you two understand?" asked Lucifer.

"That's the nice thing about being human," said Dean, and Sam could hear the smirk in his voice. "We're not scripted. We're messy. And we kind of like it that way. It's a lot more fun than playing out your family feud all over again."

Castiel raised his hand. "I have informed them that you are disinclined to give up on this story. So they suggested that you re-cast the roles in your head." He tilted his head. "Imagine the angelic host as the obedient older brother while humanity is the rebellious younger son."

Dean finished the lecture. "You guys are free to fight this little war you've got planned if that's really what you want - but you're going to leave us out of it. Leave Earth out of it. Go ahead and kill each other off, I don't give a damn. But your fight isn't our fight." Dean brushed his shoulder against Sam's. "You keep trying to involve us, and we'll run off to Stanford." There was a rustle as the Winchesters, Castiel, and several hundred Feegles all folded their arms in unison.

Lucifer clapped his hands. "Very nice. Go ahead, run to Stanford. Worked out so well for Sam the first time." Sam kept his gaze steady and jutted out his chin.

"We've got all the time in the universe," said Zachariah. "We will find you no matter what strange little world you run to." Sam caught a glimpse of his brother's silent smile out of the corner of his eyes.

Rob Anybody menaced the angels from Dean's shoulder. "Know that if'n ye ever do find them, I have a powerful suspicion ye'll nae find the Last World verrae welcomin' tae scunners like you. Hate tae see such smug schemies have their own arses handed tae them by the wee big hag, o' course, that'll only happen if'n we dinnae find ye first."

Michael took a step forward and Dean lifted his hands. "Hey! One more step and we're gone."

Michael stopped and spoke, his voice calm and even. "God wants the apocalypse."

"He wants it so bad, then where is he?" demanded Dean. "I'm not holding my breath. If he shows up, we'll deal with him when the time comes, but until then, the Apocalypse is off. Sam and I Are. Not. Playing."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes, focusing on Castiel. "And if God does show up?"

Castiel shrugged. "They'll probably just tell him the same thing." He looked at each of his brothers in turn before settling on Lucifer. "It is one of the prerogatives of being disobedient that you can continue to be disobedient whether or not the authority figure is present at the time."

Sam bit his tongue as the angels seemed to finally process that they'd lost the high ground. On his side, Lucifer had developed a thoughtful look. "You boys do know that the demons aren't going to change their ways just because I said so."

Sam nodded. "They were humans originally. They're still our problem. We can deal with them, just so long as we don't have to fight your apocalypse at the same time."

Michael pressed his lips together. "Is this really what you want? More of this same, messy, painful existence?"

Dean exhaled. "Pretty much, yeah. It beats the alternative."

Zachariah was about to state his objections, but Michael held up a hand to silence him. Michael and Lucifer shared a look and Michael said, "It is clear that you will not see reason at this time. But you have not heard the last of us."

With a rustle of wings, Castiel was the only angel left in the park. The apocalypse had been deferred indefinitely. Sam took the first full breath he'd been able to manage in two days while around him the Feegles cheered and celebrated. Dean pulled a mason jar full of clear liquid out of his jacket and held it out to Rob Anybody.

"As promised, one jar of genuine Tennessee White Lightning. It'll put Nanny's scumble to shame." He hesitated. "There's always going to be one of you sober in case those sonsabitches get any ideas, right?"

Rob wrapped himself around the jar. "Aye, aye, nae worries 'bout that, Dean-o."

Dean released the jar. "Okay then. And if we ever do wind up on the Disc, you just go and ask Bobby Singer for your last jar." He said this last bit to the empty air as the Feegles had already disappeared to enjoy their wages, and laughed. "Good job, guys, good job." Dean caught Sam's expression and grimaced. "We won. What's the problem?"

Sam bit his lip, not wanting to ruin his brother's good mood; then again, Dean's good moods had been a lot more common since New Haven. "It's just - the angels aren't lying. This is an imperfect world, and we're still gonna have to fight against the demons and all the other evil on this planet with hardly any allies. All that's changed is that now we'll have Heaven and Hell plotting against us for the rest of our lives-"

"Longer," said Cas. "They have the ability to resurrect you."

Dean sighed and put his arms around Cas and Sam's shoulders. "I know. I know. It's a tough job, nobody ever said it wasn't. But we're good at it and it needs to be done. For now, that's enough for me." Dean looked at Sam, his eyes soft and earnest and yeah, okay, it was enough for Sam too. Dean turned to look forward. "And on the day it isn't enough anymore, well, I know a great retirement spot."

~The End~

Team Wee Free Will, by angelicfoodcake

Art and banners by [ profile] angelicfoodcake 
An [ profile] sncross_bigbang fic
Completed April 3, 2010
Posted May, 2010
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Author's End Notes: Well, if you've made it this far, I want to thank you for reading.  This story is a work of love; my love letter to the Discworld, a world that has brought me more joy and laughter than any other.  If you're not familiar with it, then I highly recommend at least trying one of the books.  This story is also my sneaky way of writing a h/c fic for Dean - except Kripke already did all the hurting, I just got to do the comforting.  It may come as a surprise after reading this to find out that I'm actually a bit of a Sam-girl at heart, but from the beginning, this had to be Dean's story.  There's a number of reasons why, not the least of which is because in my head, Dean's kind of an overgrown Feegle.

I debated including the Epilogue up until the very end - the story holds up just fine without it, and as it was written before the post-hiatus episodes of season five were broadcast, it makes the story much more distinctly AU than I had originally intended.  A couple of things pushed me to keep it - first, I love the idea of Big Yan knocking out Gabriel, and second, [ profile] angelicfoodcake  chose to make it the subject of her main illustration, and, well, yeah - suffice to say, both she and it are awesome.  If you're not an über-happy ending kind of person, or if the epilogue strikes you as wrapping things up just a little too neatly, I don't mind if you consider it optional and imagine the boys taking another leg in the Trousers of Time. 

Having praised my artist, I cannot give enough thanks to the betas: [ profile] fish_echo , [ profile] reapertownusa , and [ profile] booster17, who were the midwives (and midhusband) of this story, and to the mods at [ profile] sncross_bigbang[ profile] chosenfire28, [ profile] dhfreak, [ profile] buyo105 and [ profile] lightthesparks, without whom it probably would have remained a vicious plot bunny. 

P.S. - I don't know who'd be interested in this, but I know I always wind up clicking these sorts of things, probably because I'm nosy and the kind of person who watches DVD commentary tracks: this is a post of quotes and things that I referred to constantly while I was writing this, unlocked and free to be read by anyone who's read this far into the end notes.  Enjoy.


[identity profile] 2010-05-10 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Absolutely wonderful. I was a bit dubious at the premise - they're such different worlds - but you blended them brilliantly. Thank you for writing such a wonderful story. Congratulations to the artist too - that last picture was perfect.

[identity profile] 2010-05-11 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, thank you for the very kind and extremely quick review - you must have started reading the second I unlocked. It was such an odd idea in the beginning, but once it got in my head, it just wouldn't give up. I'm just glad that it's out there to infect others now.

And yeah, I still get distracted every time I scroll onto the picture. I totally lucked out on my artist.

[identity profile] 2010-05-11 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
I was interested in the premise, but I thought it was utter crack. But I was wrong! You made it work, and it was really, really good. Fantastic character interactions.

[identity profile] 2010-05-11 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Lots of premises are utter crack - favorite example is the movie Big - but if the characters take the situation seriously, then the story won't be. And poor s.5 Dean, he's taking everything seriously. The epilogue... maybe a little crack-ier than the rest of the fic, but it made me happy.

So happy to hear that other people are enjoying reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

[identity profile] 2010-05-11 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
LOL! I love the image of Gabriel getting knocked out.

Once again, this was a delightful story and the artwork and epilogue were great.

[identity profile] 2010-05-11 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I have to give fish_echo full props on that one. I said, "And then Big Yan jumps out of the tree and heids one of the angels, but I'm torn about which one." She replied, "Gabriel, it has to be Gabriel." And she was right.

Thank you so much for reading and the comments, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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[identity profile] 2010-05-11 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
This was excellent--so rarely do "odd" crossovers like this work, because the author generally Mary or Marty-Stu's one of the universes.

There were many bits I thoroughly enjoyed--like Dean & Vimes, and the outsider POV on Carrot--but my favorite was Dean & Granny Weatherwax. She's always appreciated a straight shooter, and when Dean cuts the BS, he's a very straight shooter. (And props for finding a great way to *not* include Death!)

[identity profile] 2010-05-11 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Hehehehe... I wrote an "odd" crossover. I like that. So happy that you enjoyed reading it, it was plenty of fun writing it.

Crossovers that disrespect one of their canons drive me nuts too - and so do fic-fairy-fixes, i.e. "I have introduced this crossover character and it's wonderful and she turned Dean into a fluffy bunny." Which may be why he was briefly turned into a frog in my story, hmm...

Dean and Granny Weatherwax were a ton of fun to write, once I got past the hurdle of figuring out what they'd call one another (it was a serious issue for awhile there). I saw it as sort of an old gunslinger/young gun type relationship - she knows the path he's on, and she wants to offer him the opportunity she never really allowed herself - to get off of it. The fact that he decides to stay on is what really connects them.

As for Death, I wouldn't have minded having him around, but I wanted Angua and the Feegles more, and Death would have done their job for them. So Dean got to make a mistake - the main point of the story was letting Dean take control of his life and make choices again - Death would have gotten him home quicker and probably would have been perfectly willing to help Dean stop the Apocalypse - or at least send Susan to work on it. Maybe someone else will write that story one day, I wouldn't mind reading it.

[identity profile] 2010-05-11 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Excuse me, random drive-by comment overflowing with squee coming through.

Loved seeing the Disc through Dean's eyes. :-)

[identity profile] 2010-05-11 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Drive-by comments of squee are always welcome - happy to provide the squee. And yeah, it was fun writing the Disc through Dean's eyes - kind of a way of seeing it anew for myself once again.

[identity profile] 2010-05-12 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
This is incredible. It's amazing how well you've managed to blend two universes that are so different in tone.

[identity profile] 2010-05-12 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
That was the fun bit. I'm very happy to hear that you thought it was done well. Thank you for reviewing.

[identity profile] 2010-05-12 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
i loved this. completely and utterly enjoyed every word.

[identity profile] 2010-05-13 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much, I'm glad to hear that.

[identity profile] 2010-05-13 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Loved this story. Dean and the Nac Mac Feegle are perfect together.

[identity profile] 2010-05-13 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
That's what I thought. He's a big fan of fighting, stealing and drinking too. Thanks for reviewing.
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[identity profile] 2010-06-05 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)

*adds to memories*

[identity profile] 2010-06-06 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. That's an extremely kind review. I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed it.


[identity profile] 2010-06-09 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
OMG! I almost didn't read this, because I had never seen a well handled Discworld fic before, but as such a huge fan of SPN and Pratchett, I kind of couldn't resist. AND I AM SO FRIGGIN' GLAD. This was fantastic. I'm in awe of the fact that you managed to write discworld without turning it into crack!fic. And your Granny Weatherwax and the Nac Mac Feegle were perfect. Also, I love Nanny Ogg's reaction to shirtless Dean.


Re: <3

[identity profile] 2010-06-09 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm so glad you decided to give this story a chance, and positively thrilled that you enjoyed it. It was massively intimidating for me to write in the Discworld, and all I really wanted was to do the world justice, while at the same time getting the chance to see it again through an outsider's eyes. Thank you so much for reviewing.

[identity profile] 2010-06-20 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
This was awesome! The tab has sat open on firefox for a while now - I kept thinking maybe I'd catch up on SPN before I read it (I'm only mid season4...) but I saw it tonight as I was looking for something to read and I'm glad I gave in ;)

I have such an urge to pick up the nearest Discworld book I can find right now (only I have work in the morning and we're a bit busy so turning up having had no sleep and wired on Discworld running through my head would be a bad idea)

Anyway - perfect. I love Vimes and Dean's reaction to him was spot on. Your mixing of the two worlds was just brilliant. I loved the Nac Mac Feegle too!

[identity profile] 2010-06-21 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad to hear you liked it so much and I hope it didn't spoil too much of season five for you. The Dean-Vimes interaction was one of the more fun parts of the story to write, as were the bits with the Feegles - Dean has so much Feegle in him, I knew they were going to get along all maison en flambe. Thank you so much for commenting, and good luck at work tomorrow.
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[personal profile] cofax7 2010-06-21 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, that was very cute. I loved seeing physical descriptions of the Discworld characters from Dean's pov, because Pratchett very rarely does that in much detail. Good fun!

[identity profile] 2010-06-21 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a lot of fun to see both the characters and the settings through an outsider's eyes again (and trust me, I know how rarely Sir Pterry gives descriptions because I spent hours poring through the books to make sure the ones I gave were accurate). I'm so happy to hear that you liked it, thank you so much for dropping the note to let me know.

[identity profile] 2010-06-23 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I've had this on my 'to read' list for ages and I'm glad I finally got to it! You did a great job of combining the two worlds and I loved Dean's outsider POV of the Discworld and his reactions to all the characters therein. This is fantastic, well done :)

[identity profile] 2010-06-23 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The DeanPOV made it tons of fun to write (seriously, there are so many other characters I wish I could have written in, imagining Dean's reaction to pretty much any Disc character makes me giggle every time, but the story had to end eventually), so I'm happy to hear that other people are enjoying the story too. Thanks so much for letting me know.

[identity profile] 2010-11-27 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure how I came across this story, but I'm really glad I did! This is an amazing crossover - you really make it work and even made the discworld bits seem to fit in with TP's world. Brilliant, thanks for sharing!

[identity profile] 2010-11-27 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Awww - thank you very much for the high compliment. I wish I could help you figure out how you got here, but I'm very happy that you did and took the time to let me know how much you enjoyed the story. Thank you again.

[identity profile] 2010-12-02 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
OMFG. The NAC MAC FEEGLES! DEAN! *cackles madly* This so deserves a sequel. Like after Sam and Dean get resurrected so many times that they'd just about lived thrice their lifespans but Lucifer and Michael still haven't given up on them that they decided to finally take up their "retirement plans" and go to Discworld. The both of them. *wiggles in glee* Oh geez, I loved the random bathroom thing and CARROT! VIMES! LIPWIG!

[identity profile] 2010-12-02 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow - I'm happy to hear that I've inspired so much glee. This story has a couple of sequel bunnies hopping around and I feel terribly guilt-ridden about how I haven't snagged one of them yet. And YES! So happy to hear from someone who liked the bathroom theme! Thanks so much for taking the time to leave such detailed feedback: I really appreciate it.

[identity profile] 2011-10-23 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
This is an extremely entertaining fic and a surprisingly successful crossover. (I'm a fan of both worlds.) Thank you for sharing

Actually, and I hope it isn't a difficult question or an imposition - but I didn't recognize a (not-story related) plot point that Angua relays to Dean in discussing how she got the assignment - I don't remember the part about Vetinari having some property of Carrot's family. Do you know off the top of your head what book that's from? I apparently have a information gap.

[identity profile] 2011-10-23 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm very glad you enjoyed it and thrilled that you took the time to let me know.

As to the "property," in question, Angua's referring to both the Palace and rule of Ankh-Morpork in general (or rather, isn't, in a very roundabout way). I'm actually a little surprised as the author: out of the three examples she gives, I thought the most obscure was "buried the hatchet" - which refers to Vimes planting a battle ax in the middle of the table in the Rats Chamber at the end of Feet of Clay.

[identity profile] 2011-10-23 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks for the elaboration - actually, I forgot about the table - I thought it was a reference to the beheading.

OK, so I hadn't missed a reference to Vetinari, in his previous occupation, stealing a crown or an important sword or anything.

Good to know.

Thanks again.