my description so does not match the fic description.

I went back and reread the description and suddenly wondered what I was thinking assuming that was the fic, honestly.

I was right?

I am a creeper.

And, honestly, I've started to love the word creeper since I started seeing it applied to psycho pictures of Misha. That's not remotely healthy.

It didn't even occur to me "how the heck did ita know?!" because apparently I'm the creeper who just assumes that of course we are psychically in tune when it comes to fic.

I'm having a brain lapse and it's driving me crazy. Where's Bobby's house?

I thought he was in one of the Dakotas. (But I'm not sure why.)

All the canon facts you'll ever need on are on The SuperWiki.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

God, I need a life.

Note to authors: please do a count in your fics for the word moan and its variants. Check yourself, seriously. I maintain there's no need to moan twice in a sentence, much less a paragraph. Find some other expression of blinding lust.

Also, your lust is too blinding. There is no sex pollen involved. Dean's a grown man. He has some modicum of actual physical control, even for a horndog.

Sex pollen?

Aliens-made-them-do-it/fuck-or-die scenarios. Usually Dean pisses off a witch or touches an artifact someone told him not to touch.

Totally not enough of that fic around, totally.

ahahaha!

*ahem*

I so enjoy when they shakes things up and follow it immediately with "groan".

I so enjoy when they shakes things up and follow it immediately with "groan".

The D/C porn sentence: "He moaned, his voice wrecked and his pupils blown with lust."

Really? Again? Didn't that just happen? Don't tell me--he'll be boneless in a second, right?

ALSO, how inconvenient would it be for wings to be such complete erogenous zones?

I know, I know, the skin is the biggest erogenous zone, whatever. But the level of responsiveness Castiel shows would truly interfere in day to day life with those puppies manifested.

Now, Dean getting off on it, I totally get.