the horses running

The neurotic archivist in me demands that I have this linked from my journal somewhere. :) This was the fic I wrote for deancas_xmas. Writing it was like getting blood from a stone, so thank you to nanoochka for aiding and abetting me in this endeavour.

Title: The World That We'll Invent
Recipient: elfladyarwen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3679
Spoilers: Up to 7.02 specifically; generically for the rest of S7.
Summary: Castiel wants to explain to Dean how he came to be here, after the lake, but Dean doesn't seem to want to talk. Still, this is a new world for Castiel now -- he can find another way to live in it. Fix-it fic, anyone?

( It wasn't supposed to go this way. )

I started this after 6.20. It was meant to be a lot longer, and also to have a lot more Crowley in it, but I decided it really had to be posted, in whatever form, before it was Jossed entirely to hell by the finale. And also before the Rapture on Saturday. So I finished it this morning with ~10 hours to spare. ;)

Title: Timshel
Pairing: mild Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Words: ~1000
Summary: Castiel never knew humanity before. Now it is in him like a taint, like a stain; like a cicatrix that even his grace cannot eradicate.

( From above, the whitewashed world seems to roll out endlessly under its curtain of rain )

Title: In Matters of The Cloth
Pairing: Dean Smith/Castiel (It's A Terrible Life!verse)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean Smith sustains himself on secrets. He doesn't know how to feel about his suspicion that Mr Adler's secretary sees right through him.
Disclaimer: Do not own, do not sue. Please.
Words: 2237
Notes: Do not be misled clergywards by the title - it's (imaginatively) taken from The Kinks' Dedicated Follower of Fashion. Appropriately, the chap in the song wears panties. So does Dean in this fic. /warning

( The thing is, Dean has no idea where it all came from. )

Forgot about this! I wrote this for emerald_embers for the Five Acts Meme, for the prompt 'exhibitionism'. Reposted here for the sake of completion, because I'm anal (*snerk*) like that.

Pairing: Dean/Cas/Sam
Rating: Ummm, hard R
Disclaimer: Lies!
Summary: A back alley, two men and an angel. I'm sorry, were you looking for plot?
Words: 500 exactly. (!)

( snippet )

And now I am ~up to date on fic posting. :)

Title: Ann a bhios mo dhòchas (where my hope lies)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~7,000
Disclaimer: This is 100% made of lies.
Summary: AU. It's a dark and stormy night - no, really. It's a dark and stormy night in the highlands of Scotland, and university linguist Castiel is gathering material for his newest work when he gets caught out by the rain. Of all the isolated hilltop inns in the country, he has to stumble into Dean's.
NB: I am fully aware that the premise for this is probably entirely unattractive to most people, and also, insane. Insane. I have no excuses to offer. FWIW, this is intended to take place in around 1870, but could conceivably fit anywhere within a timeframe of about 1850 - 1900.

( The gorse splinters, slippery-slick, under Castiel’s boots )

Sam/Cas, how Balthazar knows about Sassy, total crack: here.

Castiel/McCoy (uh, ish) for verizonhorizon : ( IDK )

Gabriel/Jimmy, bloodplay, for midnight-cowboy: ( MADNESS )

( SOMEONE ASKED ME FOR WORF/RIKER. I ACTUALLY WROTE SOME. )

More Wesley/Riker, for candesgirl : ( Here )

Annnnnnd a tiny little Sam/Dean 'it has to end where it began'.

All of these were, as usual, originally somewhere else, so, posted here for archiving purposes only, to serve my OCD.