When Dean Winchester moves to yet another new school a mysterious boy in a trenchcoat immediately attracts his attention but will Dean be able to win him over and help his little brother at the same time? This is an Alternative Universe of Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in high school, with Sam and Gabriel featuring as well. Please enjoy, thanks everyone! xx

Destiel AU fanfiction Dean Winchester an hunter at the age of 18.trying to balance going to school, taking care if his brother and hunting monsters. But what will he do when he meets some boy at school and has some sort of connection with him? who is the boy in the trench coat? Mostly in Dean and Cas' povs! Trigger warnings! <DO NOT OWN ANYTHING SUPERNATURAL >

Well... I'm stuck here with ideas for fanfics... So I'm going to set them all to fluffy-style (fallen Cas) Destiel one shots. I would appriciate any requests, as well. Thank you to all my loyal readers, greatly appreciated. And they are realated. Hehe. And pre-established relationship. Mainly just happy stuff because I was told I owe it to my readers to give them something happy. So, here goes nothing.

"I want you to live this new life to the fullest. Find a wife, make babies. And when you die, and your soul comes to heaven, find me. And tell me your story." This is the last thing that Metatron says to Castiel before sending him to earth. Now, several years later, Castiel meets Metatron up in heaven, and they sit down on a bench and Cas tells Metatron what happened after he became human. Destiel, post season 8 fic. Told entirely from Cas's point of view. Disclaimer: All characters belong to the cw, and I did not create supernatural or it's characters.

Destiel AU. Castiel has spent his entire life having to monitor human life. He thinks they're pointless creatures that should seize to exist. But how will he feel after he meets a certain human that will redefine his standards and possibly change Castiel's life as he knew it?

I have many obsessions when it comes to fictional characters and relationships and one of them just so happens to be Destiel! It's already canon in my head, for many reasons, which I will not explain because then I will go into rant mode. So these are just collections of random one shots that pop into my head once in awhile, about random things that have to do with my favorite hunter and angel relationship.

It started with a fight. It was a stupid fight. Dean doesn't even remember why he and Cas fought. But, even after amazing make up sex and even after the flooding emotions, nothing can go right for the Winchester and his angel. Zachariah made sure of that. - So this was my first fanfic I ever published on wattpad so I apologise in advance if this sucks sorry go read my newer stuff it's better (almost as good as my mixtape)

Dean discovers that his angel, Castiel, has a very interesting weakness. After triggering this weakness, Castiel must learn to contain it, for Dean's sake, and to keep things from getting awkward. The thing is, though, he can't help it. Warning: Swearing, Boy x Boy, Smut (Imeanwut?), etc.

This kind of stuff isn't supposed to happen outside of cheesy romances. And this kind of stuff definitely doesn't happen to Dean Winchester. The high school senior is laid-back and calm, except on the baseball field. Put a baseball in his hand, stick him on the pitcher's mound, and that boy cannot be stopped. Off the field, Dean is pretty popular. Popularity kind of comes with being the star of the baseball team, but he doesn't care about that. He's not one for popularity and labels and caring what other people think of him. Kind of like Castiel. Castiel Novak. Bad boy, bad ass, just all around bad; nobody messes with him. He's the kind of guy that everyone knows of, but doesn't actually know. With his disheveled, jet black hair, tattoos, and leather jacket, he's a bit of an intimidating sight. But you know what they say, don't judge a book by it's cover. And Dean was never one to judge. Cas turns out to be probably the least punkiest punk the world has ever seen. The two boys find themselves thrust into a situation of the most unexpected kind and, well, to put it simply and as cliche as possible; their lives were never the same.