Castiel James Novak is a good man. Not because he was a priest and told people about the word of God and also because he lived by the Bible. He was a good man because he just was. He was kind, he was generous, he held his heart in his hands and he never turned anybody away. All Castiel wanted that night was for God to talk to him, just once. He had prayed and prayed so many times before but there was no reply. He had read in a book somewhere about certain sigils and markings and a few words would summon God or the Holy Ghost to him and Castiel had run out of ideas. So one night, that was exactly what he did. Castiel James Novak didn't know that the markings he had put down and the incantations he had spoken did not in fact summon the Holy Ghost, except they brought down upon him his worst nightmare. A Demon named Dean. *Art not mine but i edited it a bit so i could put the title on :-D* *Yet another new story and i hope you guys enjoy this one just as much* Credit to @theofficialkitty for the cover

January 1967 Tulsa, Oklahoma Greasers...how does one begin to explain greasers? They pick fights, mess around with women and men alike, and get into all kinds of trouble. Worst of all, their biggest enemy is us - the Socs...the high-end, West Side kids with all the breaks. So how did I, Castiel Novak, richest Soc in the West End, manage to fall in love with one? VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED this story contains: ~Graphic Boy-on-Boy Smut ~Foul Language ~Alcoholism ~Drug Use ~Violence