Dean got into an accident and was most likely going to die, but a miracle happens and Dean lives but for some reason he can't see colors any more, all he sees is a grayscale of it so they all look dull. As time progresses, Dean still never got used to the same black and white filter of the world. All he wanted was to see colors again. One day, Dean notices a student who was filled with colors. That student ended up being Castiel, the angel who saved Dean but did not restore his eyesight to normal. When Cas first found Dean, he cured him and became his guardian angel for quite some time and he eventually fell in love with him. One day, Dean finally got the guts to talk to Castiel and suddenly his world was full of colors. When Dean is not around Cas, the world goes back to black and white. *contains sabriel and fluff* *suicide*

A/N- Despite all the crap I put my characters through, every story I write has a happy ending, because the characters deserve it. So, don't fret too much about the depressing things that happen in this. This is the sequel of Angel with a Shotgun. If you haven't read it, I suggest you do so before moving onto this one. The Novak's and Winchester's lives are going amazing. Dean and Castiel are finally able to adopt their first child, and Sam, Gabriel, and Lucifer's children are as happy as could be. Until now. Castiel is forced to join the assassin clan as the Novak replacement, Dean is police officer, all of them are facing discrimination everywhere, and Lucifer just might destroy the world. The only thing the families might have going for them is that Dean and Castiel's new kid is an absolute sweetheart, yet even that seems to carry a catch. What could possibly go wrong? Warning: This will most likely be very heartbreaking, upsetting, and dare I say triggering. You have been warned, so tread with caution.

Dean Winchester is a young youtuber with a huge following. Castiel Novak is a slightly awkward art teacher, beloved by his students. But no one knows that the two are dating- they have been for years.

Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester are both boys with troubled pasts. When Dean moves in to town to live with his adoptive father, he meets Castiel at the high school. Can these boys help each other heal? Can they help each other in ways they didn't know they needed help in? Because these two boys could just turn each other's lives upside down. And that is a good thing in this case.

dean is typing...

"my names daniel howell." "that's a lovely name. do your friends call you dan?" "well, you see, i don't have many friends." "well dan, you have one now." (joker!phil - harley!dan) based off numerous batman centered video games/fan fictions and movies. i am a slut for anything dc or marvel related im so sorry NOT inspired by suicide squad.

It all started with a trip. Sherlock had been acting weird, and everyone thought he was just stressed, so he and John go on a trip to Fiji. Yet, what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from the stresses of detective work only opened the door for much more stress and confusion when John begins to have strange feelings around his colleague, Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock is still acting strange.

John loves Sherlock, Sherlock loves John, but both are too scared to admit it to each other. Follow their story as they solve mysteries, hide secrets, fall out, fall so deeply in love it scares them both. After all, love is a curious thing.

Sherlock is back and he has noticed John is stressed. He wants to give John a gift, but what? That is the question. *warning: fluff, fluff and more fluff* *Complete*

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.