Sam and Dean wake up to find that they have been put into each other's bodies. Little do they know, Cas and Gabriel have been put in the same situation. Bits of Destiel and Sabriel are added in. // Disclaimer: This was the first fanfic I ever wrote and published so I'm sorry.

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.)

In this au Dean and Castiel are portrayed as the comic book characters The Joker and Harley Quinn! The full summary is in the prologue! Enjoy!

Random Destiel One-Shots! :)

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...

What was he doing here? "You're The Kid Who Has Guts." "I'm guessing you want to know my name?" I expressed. He lifted his eyes up, lashes thick and long, grazing against the apples of his cheeks as he blinked gracefully. "It's up to you." He replied, shrugging. I stared at him, light brown freckles scattered on his skin like stars. His mouth turned up into a friendly smile, rows of white teeth flashing. Strange. A boy like him being nice to a boy like me. Something couldn't be right with him, he's acting as if I'm important in his higher universe. I clenched down on my teeth, gritting them back before I could say something rude, "Just call me The Kid Who Has Guts." Because it's not like Dean Winchester will ever talk to me again. *completed in 2017* *** Disclaimer: I do not own the show "Supernatural" or its characters. This is simply a work of fiction. I do not take any part in the show, other than being a fan. WARNING: ABUSE, SEXUAL REFERENCES, ANGST AND FOUL LANGUAGE Author's Note: I made the cover, I didn't take the photo. I added the font, the effects, the color etc...

I have many obsessions when it comes to fictional characters and relationships and one of them just so happens to be Destiel! It's already canon in my head, for many reasons, which I will not explain because then I will go into rant mode. So these are just collections of random one shots that pop into my head once in awhile, about random things that have to do with my favorite hunter and angel relationship.

Destiel/Sabriel Reverse!Verse Castiel and Gabriel Novak. You'd think they were angels from their name. But no, they were hunters. Hunters of all things that live in the dark. Sam and Dean Winchester. Two angels cast down from heaven but not technically fallen. One's awkward as hell and the other hates humans. One random encounter leaves all four people constantly crossing paths again in the future. With time they may grow to like each other, but in a world where the hunters lives are constantly in danger, nothing's going to work out perfectly.

(this story includes triggering things such as: bullying, self harm, abuse, etc) Dean Winchester's life is complicated. After his mothers death, he has basically raised his little brother, Sam. Their father has hardly been in their lives, his job as a drug dealer requiring him to disappear for long periods of time and causing them to move around a lot. But when their dad finally gets arrested, a man named Bobby Singer takes the boys in and enrolls them in a more permanent school. And as if his father's incident wasn't hard enough on him, Dean begins to question his sexuality when he meets quiet, introverted, and (he must admit) quite cute Castiel.