Castiel Novak, known as Cas, is the school's laid back, blatantly gay, art department head. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is an authoritative, straight-looking, law teacher who wants to keep things strictly professional. However, despite his wishes, he can't take his eyes off of that God damn art teacher. - *** "teacher au where all their students ship it" *** - *please note I have only watched to season 10 of Supernatural, so these are dated pieces I wrote just for fun!* P.S. Many readers ask what level of education this is set in (i.e. middle school, high school) but I'm English so I've used our education system. This is set in a secondary school that also has a sixth form. Secondary school has students from age 12 (their age when they start in year 7) to age 16 (year 11). Sixth form has students from age 16-18, sometimes 19 if students stay back a year (this is years 12 and 13). Cas has a year 7 class, and Dean has a year 13 class. Hope that clears it up for some of you!

This is actually based on an AU post I saw on tumblr.. Person A owns a flower shop and Person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says "How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?"

it's four in the morning [destiel-ish; very angsty; set during season 7 before ep 7x17]

Famous YouTube star Dean Winchester, has been in a secret relationship for six years with high school english teacher, Castiel Novak. When Castiel announces an assignment for his junior class and a studen digs deep into Dean's past, both boys have to put on a brave face and come out to the world.

Castiel has nightmares, but he's being really stubborn about letting Dean know. Mature content warning.

Solo un missing moment in cui Castiel veglia su Dean e si preoccupa per lui, come sempre. Destiel, what else?

L’aria inizia a mancarmi, i polmoni iniziano a bruciare, ma non voglio staccarmi. Ho paura di rompere l’incantesimo e ritornare alla realtà dove io e Castiel siamo solo amici ed io sono un disastro, un vaso ridotto in mille pezzi.

"Sdraiato sul petto di Dean,guardava il cielo stellato attraversato da quella meravigliosa scia verde,e si sentiva bene,si sentiva felice.Anzi era più che felice,sentiva un calore nel petto che non riusciva a spiegarsi,qualcosa che non aveva mai provato prima,ma che cos'era? era la fatica della loro lotta a farlo sentire cosi? Dean continuava a tenerlo stretto,aveva il fiatone,ma non avrebbe mai mollato la presa. La testa di Cas era sulla parte sinistra del suo petto,proprio sopra il suo cuore che in quel momento batteva veloce per lo sforzo.I capelli di cas gli sfioravano la guancia,e il suo respiro irregolare lo faceva sobbalzare lievemente su e giù provocandogli una strana sensazione allo stomaco. Che fare a quel punto? alzarsi? restare? che fare...che fare?"

" never knew daylight could be so violent " { Destiel // OS. }