"Damnit, Jensen, listen to yourself - follow your heart? What kind of fucking Disney movie do you think this is-" "That's your problem right there, Mish. You think only Disney characters deserve a happy ending. You're not fair to yourself 'cause you don't think that fairytale shit happens to real people in real life...
Jensen bristles visibly, straightening his back and squaring his shoulders. Looking so appalled that he maybe, possibly, almost kissed his best friend off set. "Fine," he says tersely. "You're right; this is...weird. I obviously need to get some sleep." The hope that bubbled up inside me congeals and sinks to a sour...
Just another little collection of Destiel adorableness! This is my first time posting anything to wattpad, but I'm doing my best! Constructive criticism is welcome. I don't know how often I'll update, that'll probably mainly depend on how many people seem interested and when I get inspiration. Enjoy! P.S If you have...
❝ you're my angel ❞ cas joins a online chatroom { a short destiel fic }
So these are my Destiel One-Shots, you can also find them on my AO3 account. Most of them are smut, some are fluff and some rare angst. It's all just in there. *sprinkles fluff like salt bae* Thanks for reading!
Cute and fluffy. Or angsty and hot. Whatever floats your boat. I mainly post these as fillers for between stories or when I can't post normal chapters or I'm bored. Prompts are well appreciated.
just some destiel stuff - not all of these are appropriate. I do not update anymore. keep in mind these were written in the time frame of 2014/2015
Just to remind; these are just one shots, not a fanfiction. However, if there is a specific one shot that you would like to see be made into a story, please leave a comment on that section and I will take it into consideration. :)
A case comes up at a councelling retreat and Sam, Dean and Cas go to check it out. Sam snatches up the only job vacancy forcing Cas and Dean to go in as a couple. None of them expect the events that unfold (but they kinda do).
"So, I know Mr. Shurley said this was for English," Dean spoke, making Castiel's stomach flutter. How could a voice do that? He thought. "But I was going to ask you to- uh-" he rummaged in his backpack and took out a crumbled piece of paper. "Do you take Latin? And I also need help with Math." Castiel squinted his eye...
It's Dean and Castiel's last year of highschool. they've been in the same class since kindergarten. They know of each other's existence, but they never talk to each other. Until the first day of their senior year which a teacher pairs them together and they have no choice but to talk to each other. Fundraisers are hel...
Dean knew he was gay since the 8th grade but hasn't found the right guy yet. That all changes when he bumps into someone in the halls that he's never seen before.
The angels have fallen. Castiel lost his grace, and is now a human. He experiences hunger, cold, need, but still pondered at the thought of love. Dean takes him under his wing and helps him understand his new way of life; every aspect. Even though his grace is lost, the affair between a man and an angel is forbidden...
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?
Dean and Castiel are married now, and they couldn't be happier. Their life is finally making sense. But then an old ex of Dean's, Angel, becomes a mechanic at the shop where he works, and he rekindles a friendship with her. Although Dean has no ideas of romance, Cas can't seem to let it go, and Dean must figure out ho...
Castiel never liked people, and although he has nothing against his college room mate Dean personally, he finds that Dean is no exception. But Dean seems to like Cas like no one ever has before, and Cas is starting to think maybe people aren't all bad.
After both families need a fresh start, the Novaks and the Winchesters become neighbours. Dean and Castiel, however, refuse to talk to anybody but something brings them both out of their shells.
