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I am all aflutter today, srsly. I got me a beautiful baby laptop (i.e., netbook) to take with me when I'm working and running around Fort Wayne, and for real, cutest thing ever. I've been taking vids with the shiny webcam and will probably post some here soon. But MEANWHILE, oh geez oh pete, I have like a million writing projects that are all ping-ponging around in my head like gumballs in a machine. There's Big Bang, right, and also a post-4.13 story that wants to be written, and more for the prompts I haven't done yet, and more thoughts on my SPN/Merlin crossover, and then and then and then...
Well. While I was playing "Le petit Negre" by Debussy on the piano (one of the nice things about being home again is access to a great-sounding piano), I got... Sigh. I now have a whole 'nother sequel for Entertaining Angels living in my head. This would be following the canon-compliant version. Because because, well, apparently my brain thinks that Castiel should have a turn dealing with a kid.
Summary so far: "We still have work for you to do, Dean Winchester," Castiel said solemnly, doing his utmost not to sigh. "This is bullshit," Dean declared in his shockingly high, clear voice. "I want ice cream."
You see? Brain, you are going to kill me one of these days.
ETA: Here's the song I was playing when this idea came to me. You can see why. I play it a little faster than this guy, but he does it really well.
Well. While I was playing "Le petit Negre" by Debussy on the piano (one of the nice things about being home again is access to a great-sounding piano), I got... Sigh. I now have a whole 'nother sequel for Entertaining Angels living in my head. This would be following the canon-compliant version. Because because, well, apparently my brain thinks that Castiel should have a turn dealing with a kid.
Summary so far: "We still have work for you to do, Dean Winchester," Castiel said solemnly, doing his utmost not to sigh. "This is bullshit," Dean declared in his shockingly high, clear voice. "I want ice cream."
You see? Brain, you are going to kill me one of these days.
ETA: Here's the song I was playing when this idea came to me. You can see why. I play it a little faster than this guy, but he does it really well.
