Ha ha! It is to laugh...AKA my writing life

[neotoma]

I have not been able to get the hob story to move an inch yet again -- this is the second time I tried to write it for the sabriel_mini and the second time it didn't budge.

So I'm picking up 'The Man Comes Around' again since it's already at 22K words, even though it was utterly jossed by the end of season 5 -- I started writing it after 5.10 during the mid-season hiatus. Which means that I had anticipated the car-based puns for the Horsemen, but not which ones (I had Death drive a Pinto, etc), and didn't have Anna or Gabriel get killed. Also there is an alligator-style egg mound in the back of Bobby's scrapyard that an entire garrison of angels is getting broody over.

alchemyalice gave me a critique of the partial draft way back when, but I could sure use volunteer alpha readers. I know that I need to work on the Dean&Sam stuff, and rewrite a lot of the early part of the story -- I started it as a Dean/Cas fic and it mutated into a Sam/Gabriel one. Anyone want to volunteer?

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[neotoma]

It's the accidentally attended an angel orgy. Dean was okay at first, what with the beer and snacks and all, and could kind of ignore the shirts coming off (it was a hot day! it's not his fault), so when the pants started coming off, he was right in the middle of it and couldn't get to an exit -- that's his story, and he's sticking to it!

lol. Castiel translating violent threats deadpan would be hilarious. And also trying to disuade attempts to flirt with Sam by males who really haven't figured out that Sam's also male -- Sam's so tall she must be female!

[hannah]

It's more of a wine than a beer, angels don't cultivate grains to ferment them but they do collect fruits from the local region. Like wine with a bigger kick, and Dean's really enjoying that, and angels don't usually wear shirts anyway and when someone takes his off he's fine and rolls with it, and then...some images are burned into his brain forever.

"What? What's he saying?"
"He said if you took so much as one drop of my blood for your nefarious sorcery he'll chain you to the canyon walls and feed you your own testicles, you sloppy, over-grown hairy sack of...the best word for that is shit, but it's worse in Enochian. It loses something in the translation."
"Worse?"
"Well, you know when we defecate it's not a question of it being either a solid or a liquid but both coming at once, so he's referring to the -"
"Just - just tell him I get what he's trying to tell me."

[neotoma]

Dean did not need to know that about angel genitalia, thank you...

lol -- considering bird testicles are internal, Muriel's threat is pretty gruesome. Dean's probably standing there with a very tired look on his face, because he knows what's coming -- the same kind of threat the father of every girl he ever dated tried to lay on him.

[hannah]

Dean's never seen the results of Castiel's defecation, just a couple of glimpses of him hunched over a pot or crouching over a little hole in the ground. When he found out that wasn't a navel he'd poked at when Cas was unconscious, he did one of those full-body heeby-jeeby things he does on the show sometimes that manages to be oddly endearing.

I so need to type up my notes on this for you.

[neotoma]

Dean's dance of disgust is kind of hilarious.

I'd love to see them.

[hannah]

It gets worse when he realizes that's not just the exit, but also the entrance, and Cas is a girl, so - OH GOD DRINK THE PAIN AWAY.

Remind me, and I can get to them later this week. Blog post or e-mail?

[neotoma]

Dean's coping mechanisms need work.

Posting it is a lot of fun, but if you don't feel comfortable having it up, email is fine too. I'll be traveling this weekend, so I don't know that I'll be able to respond a lot to it.