Cas, Dean, and Sam have been hunting together and splitting off to take smaller jobs. The story starts with the three of them on three separate hunts. Cas is human and wounded. He shows up at Dean's motel in need of help. What proceeds is the two of them meeting up with Sam and going on an involved hunt, over the course of which Dean and Cas slowly figure out their feelings for each other. Lots of awkwardness (in a good way), some mild angst, comfort, and eventually fluff and smut.

Castiel is a college student. Dean is a professor. It's not allowed. {recently completed} ©2017

Life sucks and then you die - preferably sooner rather than later. That's the mindset of Castiel Novak, the school punching bag. But one day, he finds a light at the end of his tunnel. Reached #1 in Destiel in June of 2018 so that's a thing now. TRIGGER WARNING: This whole book could be triggering, so if you could be triggered by anything, maybe you should give this a pass. *cough* check out my other books instead *cough*

Cas just moved to a new town to start a new life. Until he meets his roommate Dean Winchester. Castiel, is suddenly forgetting his past, but maybe his dreams are leading him closer to the truth.

Castiel Novak. He's depressed since his parents died in a car accident two years ago. Nowadays he lives in a boys home called 'Camp Sonny'. Dean Winchester. When he lost the contact to his father, he started smoking weed. When he was catched, the police brought him to a boys home. A story about how friendship goes stronger and becomes more than that. *Pictures are NOT mine, charakters are NOT mine, songs are NOT mine... just saying*

" im colorblind " " cool, what do you want to drink? " in which castiel novak is a new student at a new school and cant see a thing, but sure has the looks for dean winchester. on hiatus !! copyright © officialcastiel inspired by: lovely // phan au tiggerwarnings: my grammar is shit

"Why can't you hold me in the Street?" Castiel intentaba tomar la mano de aquel chico de ojos verdes del que estaba enamorado, pero él siempre la apartaba al sentir la mirada de los demás. "Why can't I Kiss You on the dance floor?" Su mirada se dirigió a la de él, mientras lo veía bailar con la chica de cabello castaño y su corazón se rompía lentamente al saber que jamás podría besarlo en la pista de baile. "I wish that it could be like that, ¿Why can't We be like that?" -Esto no está bien-repetía por segunda vez. Mientras recordaba todas aquellas historias de amor que conocía y sus ojos se humedecían al saber que nunca podría vivir una con él. "Cause I'm yours" Lo único que él deseaba, era que él supiera que siempre sería suyo.

¿Estas en busca de un lugar en él que puedas juntar tus canciones favoritas y tú pareja favorita? Entonces estas en el lugar correcto. Se prometen dosis extremas de ternura y probablemente una y otra lágrima así estas advertido. Advertencia:Contenido Homosexual,si eres homofóbico alejate inmediatamente .

El primer Destiel's the Type en habla hispana se presenta ante ustedes mortales,angeles,demonios y unicornios. -Tambores por favor Cas: ¿De qué esta hablando? Dean:Deberiamos correr? Sam:Solo besense. Nosotras: Chuck te bendiga Sammy. .

Disclaimer: Los personajes aquí presentados no son míos, pertenecen a Erik Kirpke y a la WB/CW. La historia es mía. Advertencias: Contenido sexual, como siempre. Castiel se había obsesionado con los libros, con TODOS los libros, y tenía a Dean tan abandonado que el pobre rubio tenía que hacer algo para llamar la atención de su ángel. A como diera lugar.