Kona was dragging herself through the market. The high pitched daily life of these pretentious nit wits was slowly wearing away at her carefully selected visage. If she had to put up with their none-sense for much longer she might take her work to the next level and start a small spree of her own. A massacre marathon, that would make for a good headline. But she had her orders. Lay low and get into position. Befriend the locals and memorize every minor conflict. The time would come for her to start her mischief, sewing seeds to grow mayhem out of this perfectly fertile soil, so calm and unassuming. It would be delicious. Watching them tear at each other’s throats.
"Hey…you awake" Dean was staring at the roof of the impala. The back seat seemed so much smaller with two guys lying on it. Cas stirred gently.
"I don’t sleep; Dean." Dean could feel himself smiling. He was such a sarcastic little dick and he didn’t even realise it. Or then again maybe he did. He was different lately. More aware. Seemed like he was finally starting to understand humans. Dean rolled his neck trying to get comfortable. "What’s wrong. Am I causing you pain?" Cas began to shift but Dean held him in place.
"It’s not you Cas, just never realised how cramped it was back here." he laughed softly, taking a moment to run his fingers through Cas’ hair. It was soft and still felt perfectly clean. Lucky him, it didn’t matter what they got up to, there wasn’t a drop of sweat on him. Cas snuggled into him, leaving soft kisses against his ribs. Dean smiled and closed his eyes, giving in to the sensation of his lips against his ribs. Feeling him move lower, getting to his abdomen before feeling a sly smile. "Shut up Cas." he said with out opening his eyes. He could almost feel the smugness radiating off of Cas. He was definitely starting to understand things. Or at least Dean. And that was something he would definitely enjoy to help out with. Cas resumed his path of kisses, taking his time to make sure Dean was thoroughly wound up. Minutes away from pushing Cas just that little bit lower. Who would have guessed an angel would be the one he’d go to hell for? All thoughts left his mind as Cas finally stopped teasing. Dean pulling a fist full of the discarded trench coat up against his thighs. Oh but that feeling. Dean inhaled earning a smug sideways glance from Cas. He glared back momentarily before loosing himself to Cas. To the moment, the feeling. The pure exhilaration Cas and only Cas could provide him with.
Guess who just ordered her winners shirt and this years camp nano participant shirt ^_^ Super excited! Can’t wait till they get here :3
A small group of writers that continue to meet even after NaNoWrimo (and Camp NaNoWriMo) have concluded for that year. Extra sessions will be held during the official NaNo writing seasons, because we all know we need some extra support when NaNo comes around. Everyone is welcome as long as they agree to respect all members and criticize in a constructive manor. Meeting place is currently undecided but is most likely going to be in Glasgow (Scotland).
If anyone would like to join us or would like to know more feel free to message me.
Guess who can buy camp nano merch at the end of the month because she now has a job :3 And can also buy a winners t-shirt seeing as no one else would buy it for her -_- Which I’m still annoyed at but it wont matter by this time next month :3