#totally looks like dean’s waiting to pick cas up for a date
Anonymous asked: Dearest, its almost been a year since you teased us with PSO!Dean with your two document opened computer. This is like waiting and watching a cake being baked, you can taste how good its going to be and youre dying waiting for it to be done so you can eat it
I know, I know! I feel terrible. :( There’s been a horrible combination of lack of time and lack of inspiration/creativity. Now I’m finally getting back on track with it (I haven’t really written anything in months), and just need to eek out some more time during the day either before or after work. Or, oh, weekend is coming up…
But it WILL be finished. I’m at the main turning point in the fic where things really hinge on what happens, and then after that…well. Spoilers. But after the turning point and the resolution, there will be blue skies.
I really appreciate everyone’s patience, though. I know it’s frustrating and annoying to hear about it and never see it and then to hear about it for so long and never see it, but I am trying and I am making progress!
I’m going through notes I’ve gotten from people who have read what there is of PSO!Dean and now I’m all :3
Anonymous asked: I read a snippet of your PSO fic today and I'm so hooked. Is there a place to read more of it in one place, or was that just a preview and you're waiting to post it completely? Thanks for your time, sorry if this is a redundant or stupid question. :)
Hi, anon! Absolutely not a redundant or stupid question. :) That bit of PSO I posted yesterday was mostly just a preview. I’ve been working on it for awhile (I get distracted by other, shorter fic ideas and also life :/ ), but I’ve recently fallen back into working on it and I hope to work up some momentum to finish it. Right now there isn’t much more posted that I can direct you to except for this other snippet from earlier in the story. There’s also my PSO!Dean tag which is mostly just inspiration and me blathering about it.
I’m sorry there’s not more yet! It’s about 37,000 words currently, which absolutely makes it the longest thing I’ve ever attempted. Hopefully it’ll prove worth the wait. :)
Removing his headset after Kevin hangs up, Dean tosses it on the desk and stands, stretching. Something in his back pops and he groans—his first genuinely pleasure-filled groan all day. He glances at his watch—4:35—and, deciding he has time for his break, heads out to the lobby. He tosses a wave at Al and hits the down button for the elevator, chewing the edge of his thumb while he waits. Nerves, he realizes. You’re nervous. His chest feels tight and his skin is hot and, oh, he wants Cas to call. He wants the next voice he hears through his earpiece to be filled with gravel and honey and sex.
In the building’s lobby, Dean heads straight for the vending machines. He buys a Coke and a Snickers bar, more from a need to occupy himself than any real hunger.
It’s drizzling outside, the streets darker than even this time of year calls for, and Dean sighs and eats, barely tasting the chocolate or caramel or nuts, the syrupy sweetness of his drink, mind occupied with thoughts of Cas. Is he looking out at the same weather, waiting for the right time to call? Is his heart pounding just as hard? Are his palms as sweaty? He wants to wipe them off on his thighs, but his hands are full. He’s an adult for God’s sake, not an anxious, horny teenager. And this is his job, nothing else. Get it together, Dean.
He downs the rest of his Coke and tosses his garbage. Taking a deep breath, he heads back upstairs and settles in, tucking himself into his desk and replacing his headset. He adjusts it minutely and then waits.
Last time Cas called, Dean had talked about bending him over the back of his couch. He’d described working him open with his fingers, spreading his ass and licking him, fucking him with his tongue. It had been…amazing. And that had only been the sounds. God, the sounds Cas had made. Dean can only imagine what it would be like if—
No, he can’t think like that. He doesn’t even know if Cas is local, let alone interested in anything other than anonymous orgasms.
Dean checks the time and his heart sinks a little. Late. He does his best to tamp down the disappointment. It’s only a few minutes, he tells himself, and it’s not like you had a date. Maybe Cas is done with him. Maybe he’s, God, married and taken and someone else’s who doesn’t appreciate the—
Dean’s call light illuminates, glowing red, and his heart leaps. Fuck.
“Al’s taken care of business,” he says, swallowing hard and hoping his voice doesn’t give anything away; he’s a professional, damn it, “now let me take care of pleasure. What did you have in mind this evening?”
Dean’s heard the same voice this breathless before and he smiles into the headset, a weight suddenly lifted from his chest. “Hi,” he answers. It comes out higher and more eager than he intends and he clears his throat, tries again.
I’ve been tracking this tag for so long my heart legitimately just leaped into my throat when I saw this updateeee /grabby hands
omg I am so sorry it’s taking so long to finish. I was on a roll and then I wasn’t, but there is no way I’m not finishing this fic. I’ve put too many hours into it and love it too much for it to remain forever with my WIPs. BLESS YOUR PATIENCE.
I will post you a tiny, wee snippet!
FINALLY working on PSO!Dean and Castiel is breaking my heart.
I want to be like, “bb, bb, go talk to the man you’ve been having mind-blowingly hot phone sex with, you deserve it,” but he won’t.