behind the scenes on darlin', your head's not right
I think this was born on a flight across the country. I couldn't read the Megstiel fic by androidinatutu that I wanted (lay me down to sleep) because I am absolutely NOT paying $10 for airplane wifi just so I can read ao3 to my heart's content, and was just... thinking about it.
It was meant to just be a fic that only had Cas and Meg in it. But Meg is so much fun when she's bitchy to Dean, so I kept writing adding parts where she would razz him. It fits into spntriangleweek, because Dean is a weird, load bearing part of this dynamic despite hardly being physically present.
On tagging or not tagging destiel on this: the destiel connection feels like if you were motivated, you could truly decide this was all jokes and lampshading. There's not much in here that's stronger than "he was your boyfriend first" -- Meg treats Dean like he's a jealous (maybe ex) boyfriend in canon, too, and people pretend not to see it. And maybe it's not super satisfying for destiel enjoyers to read.
I love spending time on the internet researching for area restaurants. I want to eat there but you won't catch me hanging out in Northern Indiana so I guess I'll just pine for the pizza and baked goods. This part is so cozy to me, btw. The idea that Meg is finding a place. That the place is the psych ward in the ass end of the country (full offense, Indiana). That Meg is getting along with her coworkers through bribery and demonic strength.
References: jesus this was tough. Like, I was googling things I half-remembered, because I didn't want to keep Meg calling Cas "Clarence" the whole time. Hot wings is fun, but apparently canonically Benny calls Cas that.
Title is a lyric from The Strokes "Someday" -- interestingly, there's another line in the chorus that has been scribbled on notebooks and planners of mine for the past 20+ years: "Work hard until it's easy." I think after 20+ years, I need to admit that this sort of work ethic is not serving me and I need to follow (esp in fic writing) the easy "work" and work smarter, not harder.
I had meant to finish this before my trip in June, and just...didn't. Idk. I think I was a little bit banging my head against this fic (and the other one I want to finish, The Cure Didn't Work) and it was giving me weird writer's block. This is supposed to be fun, after all. I should stop trying to force it, maybe, and just follow what comes easy. I know what it feels like when it's flowing, and I know what it's like when it isn't.
