They looked into each other's eyes and knew. But the true question was whether or not this was right. Perhaps it was so very wrong. But they didn't care. All they cared about was each other. Includes Sabriel

If there's one thing that can be certain about spring, it's its unpredictability. One second it can be beautiful, and the next, it'll be storming so hard people might think they'll need an ark. Spring leads people on roads they never imagined themselves taking. Dean has been subject to this change in route. It led him to over sized sweaters, blue eyes, untamed black hair, green tea, and artist's chalk. Dean couldn't have been more grateful for unpredictability. ⛅ { My entry for the @destielfanficrec spring fluff contest }

In a city where struggling artists crash at bartender's flats, and aspiring writers find inspiration from chapped lips and whiskey, something odd is lurking in the streetlamp shadows. Paint leaves no space untouched in Castiel's studio flat, his laptop keys especially tainted with specks of blues and reds. It's the same in Dean's apartment flat, though instead of paint it's liquor and instead of a laptop it's the overflowing recycling bin filled with glass bottles. They each struggle in their own ways. Castiel with his career, Dean with his self-esteem. While they keep things hidden deep down and out of view from public eye, the public itself is in danger. A dark creature is at bay, stealing motivation and aspirations, forcing innocents into the unthinkable. Dean and Castiel must fight this dark creature in the future, but will their own issues hold them back from saving the city? Warning: Contains alcohol consumption and depression. Also minor sexual references (spoiler: basically they have a steamy make out sesh) [Destiel AU - Artist/Writer! Cas and Bartender/Alcoholic! Dean] Tumblr account with art corresponding to chapters : tumblr.com/aromaandaesthetic https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLTlU5g4j-PHiASjePJeRsF2_7cwU879Rq (playlist of songs corresponding to chapter titles and/or chapter content)

Castiel Novak is a new student at B. L. Zelbub High School. When he meets the star of the school, Dean Winchester, there is an instant connection. But neither of them have ever felt this way before. Towards another man, that is.

-FINISHED- Cas and Dean met at a party and slept together. Only one problem: Cas isn' t gay. Dean came out in 7th grade and Sam couldn't be more proud. When Dean begins to date a guy to get over Cas he didn't know how close this guy was to Cas. And Cas struggles when he was beginning to doubt his sexuality. Background Sabriel: Sam sees Gabriel walk around town and a crush began, even though the 3 years difference. Okay, hi. I suck at making these discriptions, sorry. I started this story on instagram, the parts are too short for 1 chapter so 3 parts are 1 chapter. Enjoy this is my first fanfic ever so please don't hate (Warning: Some self harm and self acceptence problems ) (I didn't make the art. credit goes to the owner. I don't own any of the supernatural characters)

〝what would you like sir?〞 〝a slice of pecan pie and some tea please.〞 •I do not own in any sort of way the characters nor actors of supernatural. •

"d.w. is typing..." •i do not own any of the spn cast or characters. •

When Dean Winchester's diary is read by Cas, will the angel who ran back to heaven ever return? (Dean and Sam are still hunters but I won't be writing too much about their hunts as I feel it'll get kinda boring, plus Dean has some interesting hobbies)

Castiel Novak hates life. His father treats him like shit, he has no friends, people like to bully him, he's a punk, and of course, the guy he has a crush on is the complete opposite of him. Dean Winchester, jock, hottie, and the star of Castiel's wet dreams. Castiel doesn't want to live, but when Dean becomes his lab partner, he thinks his life might turn around. Warning: This is a sad/feels fic. It has sadness and triggers. It also contains sexuality, drugs, alcohol, violence, and self harm. I've never done a sad fic, so I'll try my best to write it well..