"All Along the Watchtower" is actually the DCBB fic I'll be writing with fossarian, so I can't over-spoil it here. Just a wee one from my section won't hurt, though, and you'll get your Irish AU after the comment down below. :D
Castiel beside him is perfectly still, oblivious both to the cold and Dean’s movement under the covers as he breathes softly and slumbers on. The same as he does every morning, Dean waffles between burrowing back beneath the blankets and wrapping his arms around Cas for warmth, or shaking him awake. He never considers letting Castiel sleep on without him-as much for his own sake, as Dean’s. Lingering a moment longer before he accepts that the morning will carry on without them, just like always, Dean wriggles around to his other side and rouses Castiel with a combination of lazy groping and soft kisses along his cheekbone, all the while marvelling at how the son of a bitch manages to retain so much heat, when Dean’s balls have all but withdrawn into his body from cold.
“I was keeping watch,” Castiel mumbles groggily as Dean’s persistence pays off and he’s forced to abandon his sleep. Dean rolls his eyes at this, knowing full well that, given the opportunity, Castiel would sleep past lunch and straight into dinner. He wishes he could let him, carve out a single day in which they could do nothing more than sleep and fuck and laze around, but the time for that has passed, and probably won’t come again.
“You sure were,” answers Dean with a laugh. He rolls them so that he’s pressed against the length of Castiel beneath them, to which his cock gives a twinge of interest. There’s nothing to which Cas responds quite so enthusiastically as morning head, but Christ, Dean’s too fucking cold to do anything by lie here and think about starting the day-in good time. The sweat would probably freeze upon their backs. “Anything good?”
I approve wholeheartedly of anything with the words "morning head" in it. XD But the underlying hint of angst is really interesting! Can't wait to see what it's about.
And the Irish AU -- heeee, Cas and his utter inability to flirt with Dean in a socially acceptable manner is already MAKING ME GLEE. ♥
Oh man, the fucking angst in that story is going to kill me. It's a pretty awesome concept, though, which I can squee about to my heart's content - it's fossarian's idea and not technically self-promotion. :D
I'll be so happy to post In the Weeds. It really does put a smile on my face each time I read it, and it's definitely doable now that I no longer have to worry about making it 20 000 words. :)
Glad you enjoyed both samples! This is kind of fun...
I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THIS IS IN MY LIFE! I CAN'T WAIT! IT'S LIKE THE UNIVERSE IS UNRAVELING AND IS IN MY HEAD BUT IS ALSO EVERYWHERE ELSE EVER!! WHY ISN'T IT SEPTEMBER-ISH-TIME YET??? WHY!!!!
Castiel beside him is perfectly still, oblivious both to the cold and Dean’s movement under the covers as he breathes softly and slumbers on. The same as he does every morning, Dean waffles between burrowing back beneath the blankets and wrapping his arms around Cas for warmth, or shaking him awake. He never considers letting Castiel sleep on without him-as much for his own sake, as Dean’s. Lingering a moment longer before he accepts that the morning will carry on without them, just like always, Dean wriggles around to his other side and rouses Castiel with a combination of lazy groping and soft kisses along his cheekbone, all the while marvelling at how the son of a bitch manages to retain so much heat, when Dean’s balls have all but withdrawn into his body from cold.
“I was keeping watch,” Castiel mumbles groggily as Dean’s persistence pays off and he’s forced to abandon his sleep. Dean rolls his eyes at this, knowing full well that, given the opportunity, Castiel would sleep past lunch and straight into dinner. He wishes he could let him, carve out a single day in which they could do nothing more than sleep and fuck and laze around, but the time for that has passed, and probably won’t come again.
“You sure were,” answers Dean with a laugh. He rolls them so that he’s pressed against the length of Castiel beneath them, to which his cock gives a twinge of interest. There’s nothing to which Cas responds quite so enthusiastically as morning head, but Christ, Dean’s too fucking cold to do anything by lie here and think about starting the day-in good time. The sweat would probably freeze upon their backs. “Anything good?”
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And the Irish AU -- heeee, Cas and his utter inability to flirt with Dean in a socially acceptable manner is already MAKING ME GLEE. ♥
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I'll be so happy to post In the Weeds. It really does put a smile on my face each time I read it, and it's definitely doable now that I no longer have to worry about making it 20 000 words. :)
Glad you enjoyed both samples! This is kind of fun...
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AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THIS IS IN MY LIFE! I CAN'T WAIT! IT'S LIKE THE UNIVERSE IS UNRAVELING AND IS IN MY HEAD BUT IS ALSO EVERYWHERE ELSE EVER!! WHY ISN'T IT SEPTEMBER-ISH-TIME YET??? WHY!!!!
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