100 Things Challenge, #3!
May. 3rd, 2012 02:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladydraceWorking title: "Five Times Dean Was Left Hanging, And One Time He Wasn't."
Fandom: SPN.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel.
Other stuff: Cracky.
Word count: 1900 words so far.
This is the first (and will probably be the only) time I try my hand at the famous "5 times" plot. Again, it's a matter of loving to read them, but hating to write them. Don't ask me why.
Notes:
I'm really mostly adding this to my 100 things because it's so close to finished it's actually ridiculous. I just need to write maybe 300 words of smut, and that's it. Done. Why I've so far been unable to put out is beyond me.
Also, the snippet I've chosen is a spot I keep coming back to, because I simply can't decide if it's too cheesy or just cheesy enough to be epic. I change my mind every time I look at it, sometimes loving it, other times hating it. Comments on this would be awesome.
Snippet:
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“Dean... I'm- oh!” Castiel panted and Dean bobbed his head a little faster. He was so keyed up from his pent up frustration and all those wonderful little noises Castiel was making that he would probably come all over himself with the smallest touch. But he was determined to get Castiel off first. It was a matter of personal pride. Castiel started shaking and was almost hyperventilating when he neared his breaking point.
“Dean! Oh, oh, oh! I... I'm...” Castiel was getting louder and Dean was starting to feel lightheaded with how good it felt, knowing he was the one making Castiel fall apart.
“Dean, Dean, Dean, DEAN!”
“...Dean?”
That wasn't Castiel, Dean registered vaguely, before there was a careful knock on the door. Dean pulled off Castiel's cock with a wet slurp, intending to tell Sam to fuck off, but then everything happened at once. There was a hot spurt right across his cheek just as Castiel practically yelled: “I'm coming!”
There was a very pregnant silence for about five seconds and then Sam's shaky voice drifted through the door. “I'm going to assume that didn't mean someone coming to get the door... and... I'm gonna go scrub my brain now.”
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