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I can't believe I wrote more fic. Happy belated birthday, hiyacynth, my dear. You are, as always, my inspiration in all things.

Title: chase the stars across the sky
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica/Supernatural crossover
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. The real puppetmasters are Ron Moore and Eric Kripke, I only borrowed their toys for a little while.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Vague season one BSG spoilers for ‘Water’, nothing specific for SPN.
Summary: Chief is in some trouble and his crew calls in someone to help him out.
Dedication: This is all for you, hiyacynth, babe.

( From beside him he could hear Dean communicating with the ship, a low-level stream of jokes interspersed with brusque responses to landing coordinates and instructions )

*sigh* There weren't any angsty heart to hearts, as I had hoped, but I did bend the powers of time and space to get two of your favorite boyfriends into the same room at the same time. That'll do, in a pinch. ;-)

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I was up until 5:30 in the morning. I can't believe that. My sleep patterns get awfully strange during break. Church was at 1PM and I still slept through it. *facepalm*

As much as I love Winchesters another thing I love about Supernatural is the feel of it, the way it's steeped in Americana and American folklore. It has a blue-collar, gritty aesthetic that you just don't get on TV all that often unless it's being laughed at.

A couple months ago I realized I had a bunch of country/folk/bluegrass songs that strongly reminded me of that setting but weren't very "Winchester-y" (one of the songs was a cover of 'Stairway to Heaven' by Dolly Parton which I love but that Dean would salt and burn on general principle). I determined that what the world apparently needed was a "Hunter's Mix", so this is for all of the people who haven't made it into the story yet but are out there, doing their job.

( Smoke On The Water )

Maybe this'll help tide us over until Thursday. Man, the closer it gets the further it seems.

ETA: It's snowing. FUCK yeah!