SuperWood Story Bit – So I apparently wrote Jack/Ianto?
Morning in the Hub
(Takes place not long after Adam, 2008)
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When Jack slept, for as long as he could remember, there were nightmares. Sometimes they came soft-footed with velvet fangs; sometimes they screamed and bled. Jack knew his dreams were just the product of an overtaxed brain, holding more memories and more years than a human brain was built to contain. He didn’t know what would happen if it ever reached a load limit, but it hadn’t happened yet. They even offered their own strange comfort, for in them he fought and failed and mourned in a way he could nowhere else.
It’d be a stretch to call them welcome, but when they stopped coming, Jack worried. Well, not so much stopped altogether, as stopped reaching him.
The shift also coincided with a new, equally troubling fixture in Jack’s dreams. The stranger. The man. He introduced himself as ‘Castiel,’ and claimed to be an angel.
Of the Lord.
Next Superwood Rodeo Au chapter is up
Chapter 6 – Dean and Castiel share a night while Sam and Jack have their own.
Next chapter will be less smut, more action, methinks.
Ch 4 of save a bull, ride a cowboy is up.
This one ended up being mostly a threeway between castiel/jack/sam, but a bit of plot is starting to creep in there too. Maybe.
Casually brings someone else into the Superwood fold…
Drabble
SuperWhoLock Drabble. (Also going to post it to AO3)
Better if I don’t say what. Let it surprise you. (Does mention character death.)
Allright, the next chapter of my superwood rodeo AU is up. This one is Jack/Castiel. I really didn’t mean to make nothing but smut. lol.
All Tied Up – Jack knew Castiel was a damn good looking man. He didn’t expect him to also be a dom. But maybe Cas knows just what he needs.
teaser below the cut
Jack adjusted himself in the saddle, feeling the heaving beast quivering beneath him. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before signaling his readiness.
The gate flew open and it was all Jack could do to hold on as the bull arched and twisted, trying to throw off the rider. Jack’s world narrowed to the sounds of the bull, his grip on the rope and the creature beneath him. His heart thumped against his chest as adrenaline pumped in his veins. Faintly, he heard the buzzer sound just as he lost his grip, thrown violently to the ground.
The clowns rushed in and he picked himself up slowly, raising a hand to the crowd before moving slowly of the arena. Castiel helped him out and Jack met his eyes briefly, startled by the deep blue universe he saw there.
Then Castiel was gone as quickly as he’d come. Jack shook his head. Castiel was tight with the Winchesters. He knew they’d pulled out of this rodeo, and he still didn’t know what was between him and Sam, if anything, but probably tangling with Castiel was a bad idea.
Still, a little while later, when he was in the bar, he found himself watching the man. He moved with an unusual grace, making his way around the bar, talking to nearly everyone. He leaned over to grab something and Jack stared at the way his Wranglers perfectly framed his ass, desire beginning to curl in his stomach. He swallowed and got his second beer as Castiel leaned in to speak with another cowboy. Jack could imagine the hot breath on his ear and shivered. Straightening again, Castiel moved away. Jack could see the tight control. He wondered what it would be like to watch Castiel lose that control, to give himself over. He adjusted the growing erection in his pants.
Castiel was suddenly by his elbow. “Hello, Jack.”