Dean Winchester is a young youtuber with a huge following. Castiel Novak is a slightly awkward art teacher, beloved by his students. But no one knows that the two are dating- they have been for years.

Castiel Novak is a photography teacher at a high school in Los Angeles. Dean Winchester is a YouTuber with over 8 million subscribers. What neither Castiel's students nor Dean's fans know is that they have been dating for 10 years. Yes this is another teacher! Cas and YouTuber! Dean fanfic.. but it's the only AU I can actually read without cringing so here goes nothing.

I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY! SOME PEOPLE CAN'T GET THIS STORY WITHOUT PAYING! SO I THOUGHT I WOULD DO A NICE THING AND PUT IT ON WATTPAD! THANK YOU! PLEASE, NO HATE! I WILL BLOCK YOU!

[completed] philly: who's this? danhowell: your future husband ; copyright © 2016 //highest ranking: #4

I am pretty descriptive and it's basically just smut so if you don't wanna read that, turn back now. I do write a few kinks in here so yeah, it may get a little spicy at times. If you have any recommendations or requests just leave them in the comments or message me and I may just do it. I want this to be as good and enjoyable as possible so if you notice any spelling or grammar errors please point them out. It helps a lot.

How would the story continue if Eddie didn't get killed?

what if eddie didn't die - highest ranking: #10 reddie #3 eddie

here's a reddie story where they are adults. Stanley and Eddie do not die and they are all living in different places. Cover art by me. okay. Bye.

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.