I read the first three chapters so long ago I'd forgotten I was waiting on more. But as soon as I saw the synopsis, I was back in. I love all those kids--and writing kidfic with 7 underaged angels--good god, that's asking for trouble. But I love her Dean, and he Cas is sweet as hell, and awesome!Sam is locked and loaded, but...so much more of Dean kinda coming to terms with his feels, more than Cas and him interacting.
And I do *not* know what the Gabriel stuff means, nor the
Michael
stuff either. I'd at least like one of those questions answered before I take my leave.
Oh, god. I'm the *last* person to find Mystery Spot funny, but I just saw this version of the dead Dean in parking lot image, and...
his knees aren't touching.
Aw, diddums.
Threefer:
Plot bunny, seeks new home. Needs love, attention, and intermittent feeding, but will provide much satisfaction as you see her thrive.
Strip club.
I know, I know--they've had some workings in a strip club before.
But this time...they go undercover.
Sam can't dance--he's too tall. Those poles aren't up to code for his moose self. So he serves drinks--wearing a small black and silver apron that says KISS THE COCK and speedos. Castiel couldn't even be trusted to do that much--so he;s lurking like a creeper about to flash the room, weirding people out as he stares hard at them to work out if they're the monster they're hunting.
Dean, on the other hand, is the right size for the pole, and even though the chaps (assless, de rigeur) do chafe (the leather isn't that soft), but at least it's tear-off. He finishes his routine dressed in cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and a G string with a nice flashy buckle reminding the audience that he's not just a pretty
face.
How can I make this happen?
Damn. If you make that happen you better link it here. Damn.
That sounds like something that needs artwork too.
IJS
I can't get my head around Dean dancing. I just can't see it actually happening. And every time I imagine it, it's watch from the hall.
I wonder what Balthazar said to his vessel? "Stick with me, kid, it's gonna be sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll 24/7"?
Menage a douze, baybee! I'm now envisioning his vessel screaming silently to be put out of his "misery"--too much wine women and song. He just wants a rest.
I think it's interesting what is allowable for Dean when it comes to dancing. I've seen him written awkward and "Dude, I don't *do* that" and other times he's bumping and grinding to the latest Nicki Minaj (uh, I have no idea what that would sound like, FTR). Sometimes making him gay seems to come with a side order of cage dancer.
I think my problem is that I don't know what dancing to Dean's favourite music even looks like, so I can't visualise that. But I don't have any horses in the race of can he/can't he?--just more will he/won't he?
I can see Sam having the moves, so maybe he is the one coaching Dean through it?
The Dean in my head is very much like a lot of guys I grew up with who listened to that kind of classic rock with a side of metal -- there is no dancing, but there's a lot of soulful singing along when you've had a few beers, and a LOT of air guitar and air drum.
I can see Sam having the moves, so maybe he is the one coaching Dean through it?
I can see Sam dancing with Jess. I can absolutely see him dancing sexy at home alone with Jess. But it's not something (I think) that would come naturally for him, and definitely not on his own.
