Dean wakes up to find himself in an unfamiliar bed-- in an unfamiliar life. Dazed and confused, he finds Cas cooking him breakfast in the kitchen calling him babe..? Read on to figure out the mystery of what happened and where Dean ended up in this dreamy world. This is the first "fanfiction" I've officially written and I hope you guys enjoy it! EDITING TAKING PLACE 5/17/18 Just found out that my fanfiction is ranking!! Thank you guys so much, this is funny as fuck finding out that my shitty 7/8th grade fanfiction is /ranking/. But yeah.. I'm going to edit it and make it not so bad, hopefully haha.. enjoy!

Destiel High School AU Cas has just moved to a new school and has recently meet one of the best known baseball players in school. Dean Winchester. Cas thinks that he's falling for Dean and Dean feels the same. But things come with a catch. Dean doesn't want ANYONE to know he is Bisexual and he doesn't want to except it either. Though deep down he knows he is in love with Castiel. So, will Deans rep get in the way of their relationship?

When your soulmate gets something on their skin, it appears on your skin too. If they draw a flower in Sharpie on their wrist, you get a flower on your wrist. If you fall and cut your knee open, your soulmate will get red patches on their skin. Castiel Novak is in his last year of high school in Lawrence, Kansas and he's a hopeless romantic who's determined to find the love of his life. Dean Winchester works at Singer Salvage Yard on the outskirts of Lawrence and he's got enough to deal with already without the extra stress of finding his soulmate. But Dean is sure his soulmate is a girl and when he meets the dark haired boy in a coffee shop, he refuses to believe he's the person he's destined to spend the rest of his life with. And with the threat of his alcoholic and violent father discovering Castiel, he's more determined than ever to make sure he doesn't fall for the charming blue eyed school boy. • • • • • This is based off a Tumblr (ew) post that I found and thought was incredibly cute so there you go. There will also be some Sabriel in this. Just to clarify, the age gap between Sam and Dean is two years instead of four.

Basically, a story I decided to write absolutely spontaneously, because I'm in a great Halloween mood! I'll try to keep it as fluff as possible, but you never know, hehe 3;) Cover picture isn't mine.

Okay, so Dean was checking out a stripper, and a male one at that, but he didn't care. Stripper Cas AU in which Dean gets all the kinks and falls head over heels for baby blues and a smile that spells out danger. Smut for further chapter's.

Dean and Cas have been dating for a while now, secretly, but what will happen when Cas' mom and Dean's dad gets married and they become stepbrothers?

"Strange," the dark haired boy said as he walked in a circle around Dean. "I sense something in you. It seems familiar..." The boy continued pacing around him before he suddenly stopped and snapped his fingers as he came to a conclusion. "I know!" He exclaimed proudly. "You have magic in you! You seem to be a wizard!" "I'm no He-Witch!" Dean yelled at the boy, insulted that this boy had called him the name of one of the things he'd been hunting since he was four. "There's no use denying who you are, even if you wish you were someone else." The boy replied wisely. His blue eyes twinkled with something Dean couldn't quite put his finger on. "Trust me, I know." "Who are you?" Dean questioned the boy. "My name is Castiel and you are Dean Winchester." Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor Hogwarts(unfortunately). This is a Fanfiction of the two worlds I love most.

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak have both arrived for their first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They met on the Hogwarts Express, both being one another's first Hogwarts friend. And despite their very different housing arrangements, they spend much time together. Some say a bit too much. But no matter what anyone else said, they continued to be together. Although, there was a constant question looming over them; how much was too much?