I just saw a Dean/Cas fic where Dean is apparently good!incubus!Dean. IDEK.
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Having seen and blanked out rec lists for milking, I'm...well, I'm still flinching, and I don't even have a problem with the piercing. Just with the thing...
I just saw a Dean/Cas fic where Dean is apparently good!incubus!Dean
highermagic! Right??
Yes! highermagic. I was ... befuddled. I didn't go farther than the summary, either.
I, uh, read it. So you don't have to. The sex was rough and angstyish and decently hot. The characterisation was completely irrelevant. Such is highermagic, at least the ones I can read. She wrote one where Dean was a skinwalker and Cas' pet dog, and then she wrote a porny version of that...I skimmed the former and fled the latter.
How did I not catch that Dean winks at Castiel in the next shot after the infamous "last time someone looked at me like that" line in "Point of No Return"?
OMG, where were you? It was his second most important wink of the season (uh, were there more than two?). I love that wink. Of course, I may have had special goggles on for that scene, which highlight winks and throw them into extra super HD.
I realised that when I did a spot count of the number of times the boys have been shirtless over the series, I missed What Is and What Should Never Be. I'm actually a bit heartened that I didn't know them all. Because that would be creepy.
I think I must have been cheering too loud at the line itself on first viewing to notice the follow-up.
This episode may have had better slash quality than the siren one.
I SO wanted the siren to kiss *one* of the boys. So disappointing. Go there, writers! We're with you!
I'm sorry. I still love you guys, but now I have to report back with taste information:
So he took control and allowed one hand to slip from jaw to neck as he crossed the border of lips with tongue and stole a taste of heaven.
Heaven tasted like home. Like fresh apple pie cooling on a window sill in late summer with the hint of autumn just around the corner. Like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crust cut off and milk chasing the sensation down just seconds before it became too rich to handle.
I think the metaphors fell on my head and drownded me.