Sleep authorship
There are about a thousand words that I just discovered at the (current) end of my WIP fic that I do not remember writing. Which I suppose makes sense - I was tipsy and sleepy and all wrapped up in that universe last night - but it's a little odd to read. Weirdly enthralling, words and scenes I don't remember thinking of, but which make perfect sense. Like watching them come to life, just a bit.
Dean and Cas even had a highly charged not-quite-argument which is thematically very important. Clearly I should do this more often!
Had anyone else out there had that happen to them? Does it make any sense at all when you re-read it? This is sort of fun. :)
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“Watch your head,” Dean advised shortly. Even he had to duck to get under some of the gnarled old branches along this path, and he was just leading the Colt. Cas would be having to lean forward almost flat along his neck.
Midday was approaching, and Sam was barely visible in the forest gloom thirty yards ahead.
“This was not how I expected Sam to look when I saw him again,” Castiel murmured suddenly, the first thing he’d volunteered for two hours.
Dean kicked half a rotten branch out of the way, guided the Colt around its remains.
What about me, he wasn’t going to ask, do I look like you expected? Did you think about that?
He chuckled, a bit awkward, and said “You just wait, Cas. You should see the kid. He’s really something.”
We’ll fix it, then they can talk properly. We will.
Yeah, like that would fix anything.
“Dean,” Cas slurred, and Dean looked back to see his eyes fighting to close. “Won’t you be missed?”
“I’ll handle it, Cas. Don’t you drift off on me, yeah? Just a bit longer.”
Dean and Cas even had a highly charged not-quite-argument which is thematically very important. Clearly I should do this more often!
Had anyone else out there had that happen to them? Does it make any sense at all when you re-read it? This is sort of fun. :)
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“Watch your head,” Dean advised shortly. Even he had to duck to get under some of the gnarled old branches along this path, and he was just leading the Colt. Cas would be having to lean forward almost flat along his neck.
Midday was approaching, and Sam was barely visible in the forest gloom thirty yards ahead.
“This was not how I expected Sam to look when I saw him again,” Castiel murmured suddenly, the first thing he’d volunteered for two hours.
Dean kicked half a rotten branch out of the way, guided the Colt around its remains.
What about me, he wasn’t going to ask, do I look like you expected? Did you think about that?
He chuckled, a bit awkward, and said “You just wait, Cas. You should see the kid. He’s really something.”
We’ll fix it, then they can talk properly. We will.
Yeah, like that would fix anything.
“Dean,” Cas slurred, and Dean looked back to see his eyes fighting to close. “Won’t you be missed?”
“I’ll handle it, Cas. Don’t you drift off on me, yeah? Just a bit longer.”