Summer Camp AU A camp in a forest lasting all of summer. Michael, the sensible guy who looks out for everyone and constantly denies a certain fact. Lucifer, the satanic guy who never denies a certain fact. Dean, the over-enthusiastic guy who just wants his little brother to have fun. Castiel, the quiet guy who just wants to have a good time. Sam, the anti-social, not exactly mentally stable guy. Gabriel, the really nice, cheerful and caring guy. These six people, all in one location...it'll sure be a hell of a summer.

Dean Winchester goes to the bar to try and numb the pain of finding his girlfriend with another man. What he never imagined is he would find himself in the bed of the man of his dreams. In his drunken state he asks this man to be his Prince Charming, even if just for a night. What he doesn't expect, is that Castiel Novak fully intends to fill that role in Dean's life.

They’re dangling off his tongue again, those three little words; the three most terrifying words in the entire English language. It’s getting harder and harder to hang on to them, to keep them imprisoned. (Cross posted from tumblr, and AO3. Written for lastknownwriter.)

Castiel Novak, (because I'm mainstream, that's why) is and always has been the school loser. Never the most popular, never the funniest, definitely not the most attractive, and with his own home-life troubles already. Some unlikely family issues ends him in Lawrence, Kansas, where he has no hope of starting afresh. Rumors carry fast, and by the end of the day, he has zero new friends and a few new bruises. Dean Winchester, the school gossip topic, the sex god, the jock, and because I'm really cliché, probably the most popular dude at Southwood High, has always lived in Lawrence, Kansas. As far as he is concerned, life is good, and he is intent in keeping it so. Okay guys this is gonna be a lot like every other Destiel fanfic you've ever read, so...

A not so little poem I created.. Maybe I stole, like, one line from Doctor Who "I am ancient and forever" but it is not my line.. No, no, no. But, everything else is. I thought it was cute and I bent the rules a little bit.. Hope you like it :) P.S. Still not my own cover art, I don't know whom's, but not mine. Post Post Script, I do not own, nor am I affiliated with the CW network which contains Supernatural. I write this for myself and others.

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.