“I don’t know what I expected,” she continued. “Maybe if it had only been about sex…” she paused, glancing around the room. Dean ducked out of view, just in time. When Daphne spoke again, her voice was lowered, “But even then, I don’t think it would have worked. Between you and me, he’s not as good at it as Castiel was.”I don't really remember how this fic ends. Its really been that long time since I read this but I have finally found the inspiration to blog about this one.
What. The. Fuck?
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In which Dean sets out to prove that he's better at sex than Castiel, all the while insisting that he's straight. Really.
So basically Dean is just trying to understand how Castiel could be so awesome in bed and ends up in a relationship with the guy. There are all these important parts where they suck at talking to each other and actually telling all these little details. But those things aren't that important until the end so I don't really remember how it went down in the end.
Anyways. Why I liked this one is just Dean. How he does something without actually really thinking about it or acknowledging it. And then everything just spirals out of control. I liked how he owned it all in the end and had all that courage to just go with the flow. He did what made him happy. Normally all the fics are about Dean questioning himself and if he can do this or not. Most of the time is also wasted on him trying to deny everything and being miserable.
So I really liked how all those shitty parts were skipped without actually limiting any drama or heartbreak.
But seriously. Daphne and Dean. Who the fuck comes up with this shit? I could never actually imagine those two together. Just weird as fuck. Seriously. The good thing is that that whole thing is totally a side thing with only brief mentioning here and there.
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