Castiel Novak, known as Cas, is the school's laid back, blatantly gay, art department head. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is an authoritative, straight-looking, law teacher who wants to keep things strictly professional. However, despite his wishes, he can't take his eyes off of that God damn art teacher. - *** "teacher au where all their students ship it" *** - *please note I have only watched to season 10 of Supernatural, so these are dated pieces I wrote just for fun!* P.S. Many readers ask what level of education this is set in (i.e. middle school, high school) but I'm English so I've used our education system. This is set in a secondary school that also has a sixth form. Secondary school has students from age 12 (their age when they start in year 7) to age 16 (year 11). Sixth form has students from age 16-18, sometimes 19 if students stay back a year (this is years 12 and 13). Cas has a year 7 class, and Dean has a year 13 class. Hope that clears it up for some of you!

Castiel is a college student. Dean is a professor. It's not allowed. {recently completed} ©2017

When you write or draw on your skin, it will appear on your soulmate. Sherlock never cared about this concept, as soulmates terrified him, John was excited to meet the person he was destined for. -- I do not own the characters nor the AU-- -- Cover credit to BBC and found on Google Images --

John looked peaceful, his head lulling back and hands clasped together in his lap. His mouth was slightly open, and his breathing even. How had he fallen asleep so perfectly? Most people who had fallen asleep around Sherlock (which was, admittedly, not many) had slept awfully, loud and snorty, sometimes thrashing around, sometimes making weird sounds you're only capable of making while asleep. He sat next to the doctor, being careful not to disturb his slumber. Closing his eyes, Sherlock tried to get to his mind palace. To his dismay, too many thoughts cluttered his head. That had never happened before. Sherlock groaned softly, keeping his eyes closed. Maybe he should get some sleep. He knew John would want him to. "Ah John, what would I do without you?" Sherlock whispered to the sleeping man beside him on the couch. "I'd be a half dead robot if you weren't here. I almost was. I almost was." A small sigh escaped his lips as he slipped into the cool relief of sleep.

John is here, Sherlock is here, and they're in looove. Probably going to do this story for a while but be forewarned, I have really inconsistent updates. Enjoy, fellow Johnlock lovers. On 8/15/19 these were the ranks #1 in Sherlockxjohn #1 in Jw #1 in Sh #1 in Johnlockoneshot #2 in Johnlocked #6 in Johnlock out of 6.7k

In a world where you're born with the first name of your soulmate on your wrist, some people spend their whole lives waiting, while others know too many people with the same name. Sherlock Holmes has always found the concept of soulmates frustrating and tiresome and, secretly, quite lovely. Or perhaps that's due to spending too much time in the morgue with Molly. Either way, as a boy, he found it quite frustrating that his soulmate has such a generic name. I mean, really, couldn't his parents have been a little more unique with their choice of names? John Watson has spent most of his life ignoring the name on his wrist. He wasn't even sure he was gay, and what kind of person has such an odd name, anyway? So John keeps moving through life, intent on choosing his own path in life. So what happens when these two cross paths?

Some Johnlock smut and fluff xx Random shorts about the boys Smut and nsfw warning Enjoy x Edit* Hey everyone! Thanks for liking my stories! * prompts or requests welcome*