Tiptoe's AU snippets
funnytreats Asks:
tiptoeaus Said:
I HAD planned to write bits and snatches of each ‘verse as they spoke to me, but the reaction for marriagefic has been so awesome that it’s really motivated me to keep going with that. Soooo, marriagefic has kind of taken over for the time being.
I would, however, REALLY love to know what kind of scenes people imagine might happen in any of the other ‘verses, and if you have an idea for a scene and put it in my inbox, I’ll be happy to write it out in between marriagefic parts. Sort of an inspiration-sharing kinda thing! :)
(FWIW I currently have two scene requests in my inbox, so you’d be #3 in line for takeoff.)
Hope this is illuminating~ would love to hear your (plural) thoughts :)
but my porn-fu appears to be on the blink, owing, I think, to my left brain being more active than usual.
Expect it tomorrow instead. :)
Castiel is named after an angel, but that doesn’t mean he believes in God. Far from it. He’s the biggest believer in science and logic and reason there is, and whenever anyone, however well-intentioned, says “God bless you” to him, he can’t resist a snort of derision and a roll of the eyes. It’s part of what’s made him so helplessly socially awkward over the years. He just doesn’t have the tolerance for it.
And right now, it’s making for an extremely awkward moment.The guy in front of him is flawless enough to have sprung from a painting, and Castiel is racking his brain, trying to remember if he saw a painting today that might have triggered a dream. Because this has to be a dream, right? He pinches himself, and nothing happens. So he just keeps gaping, wordless, at the flawless man who’s just appeared at the end of the walk.
Who happens to be sporting ivory wings that are a good 8 feet wide.
And glowing.
Three beers in, Castiel turns to Dean and says, “I think you were right about the pizza.”
Dean blinks. He’s starting to get fuzzy, blood starting to zing as it travels through his body, and for whatever reason Castiel saying that sounds like a non-sequitur and a revelation all at once. “How so?”
“I definitely think it adds something.” Castiel chews thoughtfully on a bite of the good stuff, then swallows and smiles. “There’s a pleasant kick to it.”
“The kick’s not in the pizza, dude.” Dean nods at the bottle of beer Castiel has open. “I thought you couldn’t drink the stuff. Aura of sin or whatever.”
Castiel grimaces and stares at the beer bottle as though just reminded. “I think it’s useful to test my own limits sometimes,” he says. “It’s getting easier to swallow.”
“Not what most people say,” Dean says, and though Castiel shoots him a puzzled look, he doesn’t bother explaining. For all he knows, angels don’t get that dry-throat feeling once enough alcohol has entered their system. God knows three beers in, Castiel isn’t even starting to act drunk. For a guy who’s never imbibed before, that’s practically Olympian.
Then again, he is an angel.
Anonymous Asks:
tiptoeaus Said:
What period? XD
Castiel says he has to go out and buy a few things, so Dean’s lounging around the house, feeling every inch the kept man. He honestly doesn’t know what to do with himself sometimes, not having to work or worry. He can’t spend every minute of every day dissecting the verses pinned to the refrigerator with a very silly-looking magnet in the shape of a rubber duck, so in between he reads a lot, but a guy’s eyes can get tired. They’re tired today, but his body is awake, and he wants to do something productive.
He decides to go for a jog. He’s not much of a runner, but with this much free time he might as well burn a few calories. With the sunlight touching the top of his head and the breeze cooling his brow, he makes a pretty easy go of it, rounding the block a few times while gazing appreciatively at the other angel mansions that make up the neighborhood.
They’re all large, but some of them are ill-kept, as though their owners spend little time there. Others are trimmed and manicured within an inch of their lives, and some, like Uriel’s a few streets over, just look like prisons. All in all, none of them radiate warmth the way Castiel’s does. Then again, when Dean first pulled up into that driveway he only saw wealth, too. It’s knowing the owner that’s made him look at the place and see home.
When he jogs up to the street that leads to the freeway, Dean stops. He wonders how long it would take him to jog back to his old house. To stop in and see Sam, and Mom and Dad. Probably too long. Castiel will be back soon, and then…
…then what? he thinks suddenly. Would Castiel punish him?
Basically I just think I’ll work on marriagefic… Im sad for this cas tho….. Idk. I have feels about my own ‘verses :)
Anonymous Asks:
tiptoeaus Said:
There is more to his story than that. After moving away, Cas was subjected to ex-gay therapy himself. He’s in a place where he’s severely unhappy and in a lot of denial. It will take his childhood friend to bring him into a place where he can accept himself as he is and find his peace with God.
And it will take me a lottery win to find the time to write it all. SIGH!
“When we grow up, I’m gonna live in that house,” Dean says, pointing over the hill. The house he’s chosen is a big pink one, and Castiel looks over at him with an incredulous squint. “What? It’s a big house. I’ll paint it blue. Or black. A black house would be cool.”
“Fine, Castiel says, “then I’m gonna live in that one,” and points to the tumbledown gray one across the street. It’s a house that the kids say are haunted, but Dean is pretty sure that’s why Castiel chose it.
“Then we’ll be neighbors. And you’ll come over and swim in my pool.”
“There’s no pool!” Castiel’s eyes open wide and blue.
“I’ll build one! Use your ‘magination,” Dean says, wagging a finger.
“I don’t know how.” Castiel pouts. “Besides, we’re not s’posed to.”
“Pah!” Dean rolls his eyes. “You do everything the Sisters tell you to do, you wouldn’t hang out with me. C’mon. When you grow up, what you gonna be?”
Castiel grins impishly. “An angel.”
Anonymous Asks:
tiptoeaus Said:
I see what you did there, anon!!
Thank you, too XD
