The infamous Twist and Shout on ao3 about my OTP: Destiel ⚠️THIS STORY WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME ⚠️ This story was written by gabriel and standbyme on ao3 Summary: What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Destiel or Sabriel Fluff/Angst (probably with a happy ending unless I wanna suffer) NO SMUT. I don't do that stuff man.

Alrighty. If any of you out there know me as an author, then you'll undoubtedly know about my fourth wall breaks. And this is the story of Michael and Lucifer breaking the fourth wall. "That's not a very detailed description," Luci said, looking over the author's shoulder. "Oh shut up," the author said. "Yeah I gotta agree with Luci, you can do better than that," Michael said. "Well I don't know, this story is literally just about you guys breaking the fourth wall," the author said. "There's not much more to say." "Maybe warn them of fourth wall breaks?" Luci suggested. "You're an idiot," Michael said, rolling his eyes. The author just sighed.

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.

"Why do your wings pop out around Dean and not me?" Sam asked, cocking his head moose-ishly. Castiel squirmed uncomfortably. "No reason." He answered. Sam dropped the subject, but Castiel knew he wasn't going to give up.

It was a completely normal hunt for a werewolf. Everything seemed to be going great, except for the fact one werewolf turns out to be a whole pack. Dean and Cas thought it would be easy peasy until they get attacked by the whole pack. One thing leads to another and now Dean can see souls and even angel wings.