fic: What a Pretty Foal

I've been holding onto this for like, a week, because I wanted to go over it with the sanity of a few days off tucked under the old belt, but I feel like such a slacker when it comes to my own petty version of mininanowrimo that I need to post SOMETHING. If I get nothing done tonight - which I won't, because Owen Pallett and me will be making sweet sweet gay love to each other in a beautiful old church here - I'll be 1k behind. Between that and the term paper (which is 15-20, not 10-15 as I'd originally convinced myself) and the monthly blood-rage I am once again entertaining fantasies of quitting to write full-time gaymo literature like, I dunno, Allan Hollinghurst or someone. HOWEVER. WHAT CAN ONE DO, WE ASK?

Fandom: SPN AU. Jo, Dean.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: No.
Words: 1300ish
Notes: For vinylroad who wanted more from Twelve Strong Horses. Title potentially stolen from Basia Bulat, who doesn't enunciate well enough to claim it fully. The other two stories succeeding this are The Longe Whip and The Horsethief Fortune

( a hundred men a day )