They say that when you fall, you fall hard. But that's not the case. In this case, I fell softly. It was almost as if a feather was floating through the air, making a last minute decision to take a rest on a nearby table. I wish I could say I was something big and heroic, but that could be a lie. I didn't get any super powers or a letter to Hogwarts, but that's alright. I was something totally different. And that's okay. All I need in life is a pen and a paper, to write down the stories that consume me, and set them free. Highest: #3 in General Fiction!

"Is this how it feels, Charlotte? To talk to someone when you're blind? You can't see their face or expression or their hands; you just focus on their voice and let their words wash over you?" ... Everyone is judged by their book cover, how they are portrayed to others. You have the choice to discard this judgment, to not let it affect you, or live up to the expectations. It may seem incredibly simple and obvious to do the first one, but when the world is literally against you, when both Heaven and Hell have turned their backs to you, what more is there to do than live up to what people always thought? Tyler Emery and Charlotte O'Brien were as different as fire and rain, one loving the attention of others and the lure of vice, the other quick to be immersed in the joy and tranquility of sculpting. Nothing could have prepared them for the journey they must take together, one of loneliness, self-hatred, and fear to find their places in the world, where they truly belong, and where they won't be inhibited by their Book Covers.

In which Dean develops feelings for the quirky, tea drinking, farmer’s market attending bookstore owner and Sam insists on using Facebook relationship statuses as hard, cold evidence.

completed... btw not that much Destiel due to... reasons but I still count it as that type of story k