Rather a Story

Title: In Your Arms Tonight
Summary: Set directly after Frontierland. Dean can't remember the time he last saw Sam laugh or even smile. When he tries to remedy that, things go even further than he anticipated, not that anyone is complaining. Written for salt_burn_porn, for a prompt by mollyamory that went: I'm only laughing near you.
Characters: Dean/Cas/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~5,500
Disclaimer: Nothing recognizable belongs to me, more's the pity.
Warnings: Spoilers up to 6.18. Recreational drug use. All the porn! Also angst and schmoop. It's a triple-threat. ;)
Neurotic Author's Note #1: Uh, so this is my attempt at a threesome. No idea if it works.
Neurotic Author's Note #2: Also, much like the last time I participated in salt_burn_porn, Dean refused to shut up for the first 2,000 words, so while this is technically PWP, please be patient until you get to the actual porn. Sorry.
Neurotic Author's Note #3: I haven't had time even to re-read this. I cannot guarantee that it makes sense. Further apologies, but this is what you get when ratherastory writes porn to a deadline.
Neurotic Author's Note #4: Furthermore, the angst and the schmoop kind of tried to take over, repeatedly. You've been warned. ;)

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( In Your Arms Tonight )

Title: Diable en Boite
Prompt/Summary: Written for salt_burn_porn for the prompt Jack-in-the-box. Castiel pops in on Dean unexpectedly, and Dean is delighted. Not that Dean was pining, or anything. Nope.
Characters: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4,215
Disclaimer: Not real, not mine, no harm intended, please don't sue, I would starve and have to eat my cats and that would be very sad.
Warnings: PWP, m/m sex, and angst, because I am apparently incapable of writing happy sex. IDEK, okay? Spoilers through the first half of Season 6.
Neurotic Author's Note #1: Oh my God, what was I even thinking signing up for this? "You should expand your horizons," I told myself. "Push yourself out of your comfort zone," I added to that. What did I do? I signed up to write porn under a deadline. Actual porn, as opposed to a buttload of angst with a side-order of sex. /o\
Neurotic Author's Note #2: Uh, this is waaaaay more explicit than anything I have ever written before, in like, ever.
Neurotic Author's Note #3: I am sorry it takes so long to get to the actual porn. Dean wouldn't shut up. *shrug*
Neurotic Author's Note #4: Many thanks to pkwench who took time out of her busy day to glance over this and reassure me that I shouldn't metaphorically burn this and then maybe quit writing forever, and to elsewhere_kels for holding my hand while I whined at her about this story. ;)

:::ETA::: This story is now available in Russian, translated by the talented rahnieda_m. You can get it here.

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( Diable en Boite )

So I got tagged for salt_burn_porn and am writing like the wind. Would some kind soul be willing to do a lightning-fast beta of what is turning out to be slightly silly Dean/Cas PWP?

I should have it finished by morning my time, if all goes well, and I need to post it before 23:00 EST.

Anyone? Bueller?