dean - angel dusted soul

Here's a sigh to those who love me, and a smile to those who hate

and whatever sky's above me, here's a heart for every fate

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In which I am the unstoppable force, and this goddamn f*$&king fic is the immovable object
interrupted, dean - noms
Every now and again, I'm plagued by a fic that absolutely does not want to be written, under any circumstances (the most notable example thus far being the four thousand word first time Wincest that came into the world kicking and screaming and digging its nasty little heels in with all its might).

It seems that, over the three months of my hiatus, my brain's filth-generator fell into disrepair and is making me pay dearly for the neglect.
I've spent the last day and a half writing 1300 words of intro/setup for a new kink!fic, and yea and verily, the course of plot establishment did run smoothly (the recent pollution of my smut by things that strongly resemble story-lines is an issue for another time).

Then, I got to the porn.
I've spent the last six hours of my life doing battle with this pesky little blighter, and I've got less than 400 words of progress to show for it.

I think this is Sassy's way of exacting vengeance for my lack of faith in the pairing's magnificence, and the resulting lack of attention I've paid to them in my writing.
It seems the Castiel in my head is mighty pissy about the fact that I've let Lucifer spend more time with Sam than him.

Whatever the reason, my thoughts on this situation are as follows:

I will finish this paragraph tonight, dammit.
I don't care if I have to stay up til sunrise to do it!

(I'm willing to bet that as punishment for my bringing its treachery and obstinacy to light with this entry, said fic will cause my brain to crash and I'll end up staring at my computer screen until my eyes cross without making a single word of progress)

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Oh, you poor love!
I hate it when those boys don't cooperate. They can be such pests about that sort of thing. It's a pity that they're giving you such trouble, because I can't wait to read that fic - Sam, Dean, and Cas in your hands make me about twelve shades of wriggly.

I've had that problem for months.
I can come up with all the plot bunnies in the world, but executing them? Notsomuch.
My poor brain is going through one of those phases where it looks at my writing and immediately becomes crushed under the weight of its own crippling self-doubt. It seems the writer in me is pathologically incapable of anything that even remotely resembles stability and contentment.

I'm actually about 100 words from finishing the piece in question, now. The damned thing has fought me every single step of the way.

It stands at an eensyweensy bit under 2000, and I'll give you a hint: it's a Sam/Cas accidental-rubbing-off-in-sleep fic.

I promised my best friend a Sam/Dean/Cas threeway fic as a reward for finishing her monstrous Dean/Cas Big Bang, and I'm using your prompt as the first part of it.
I'm telling you this because I'm terribly nervous that you won't like the content if it's a standalone, since it features fallen!Cas and Dean/Cas UST... in the 5.04/2014!verse, two years before episode 5.04.

Hopefully, I'll be done with it and have it posted this morning.
If it's not what you wanted, I'll gladly write you another fic with the same prompt.
(I'll happily write you more Sassy, anyways. I'm sort of madly in love with them right now)

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