This is my first real fanfic, so bear with me. Dean is new at Bradbury University. After falling head over heels (literally), he befriends Castiel, a cool boy with black hair and blue eyes. EDIT: haven't updated in years but very much intend to update at some point in the foreseeable future to tie in all loose ends and make everyone a happy bean! thanks for all the love and support Warning: contains smut and two chapters that have themes of depression and suicide which may be triggering

Castiel and Dean have grown up together since they were four years old. Now the two have become completely different from one another, one being a punk and the other a jock. Yet nothing stops the two from being the best of friends. When a drunken night in a camping tent turns their whole relationship upside down, will their friendship survive? [FURTHER DESCRIPTION IN FIRST PART]

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

Here in England we can drink at ages 18 so in this AU they're aloud to drink at 18 okay? In a world where love is for the highest bidder, can love really survive? Castiel Novak leads a double life, on the one hand he is high school nerd, music master with his hair slicked back and glasses on. However on the other he is a dancing and sex machine, stripping for money and fornicating (having sex) for even more. Once Castiel steps out of school he chucks his glasses and whips out his wing tattoo - along with his other persona: angel. Leave your inhibitions at the door when you step on the club floor - CATS&DOGS strip club Warning: prostitution and violent scenes ART IS MINE!! #muchproud

-DISCONTINUED- November 6, 1967 Dean Winchester is tired of relationship troubles and decides to take a walk on the beach. Caught in the middle of a family feud, Castiel Novak goes out for some air... In a world of naked trees, brisk winds, and dark skies, in an era when homosexuality was shunned upon by most, two boys caught in an odd mixture of lust, obsession, need, sex, and undying love run away with the wrong crowd and live the right life, as long as it may last... VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED: This story includes excessive graphic boy-on-boy smut, abuse, alcoholism, drug use, foul language, violence, action, and feels•.•