When Destiel becomes canon will Misha finally tell Jensen his feelings he's been hiding for months?.

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

So I've decided to start writing oneshots. I'd like to apologize to anyone reading my writing, for kind of abandoning my other two projects. I'm still developing as a writer and I just need time to try new things before I can really focusing on writing an actual book length fanfic. This will be a series of Destiel oneshots that I will try to update frequently.

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).

Rating N/17
Word Count: 122,000
Summary: It’s a story about friendship and love, recovery and trust, free will, and Dean and Castiel’s journey through it all. It’s also about chocolate and hugs. N. NOT MY STORY

"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, but it can. We had that kind of thing, Mish, you and I. We had it, for a time-" "Just shut up," Misha hisses, almost pleadingly. "You don't know what you're talking about." Part of me is tempted to give in, to drop this touchy subject and just enjoy the rest of the walk. It would be easier. But I care too much about him to let it go, even if it costs me my peace for the evening. "I'm talking about how you need to start doing what's right for you for a change. You think plenty about your wife and your children and your parents and your fans, but when was the last time you considered what you needed? What about what you want, Mish? You've got everything else worked out, but who's gonna look out for that?" #1 - cockles #1 - misha #1 - casdean #14 - destiel Sequel to "Nobody Sees, Nobody Knows {Cockles}"

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 ache in the pit of my stomach. "Yeah, me too." I pinch the bridge of my nose, then force myself to flash him a toothy grin, cocky mask sliding expertly into place. "So thank goodness that didn't happen." "Right," he laughs breathlessly. "Would've been so weird." "Fucking messed up." "Yeah." I stare at my drink, twinkling amber and gold in the starlight as the non-too-subtle tension between us simmers and stews like a poisonous vapour spreading a miasma of stifled and humiliating desire. We lapse into crestfallen silence. What exactly did you think was going on here Misha? The voice in my head berates me derisively. It's called acting. Ever heard of people getting a little lost in role playing? That's all this is. #1 - cockles #1 - misha #1 - casdean #1 - destiel Sequel: That's When We Uncover {Cockles}

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Castiel Novak had just turned fifteen when he was kidnapped and sold as a sexual slave. He had been working for six months ever since. Well, work is being used lightly. He was almost never paid. The only income he got was from his clients. Like this one. Castiel was curled up in the sheets of some old dude's bed. His mind wandered to other places than the moment he was in. Lying next to him was the older man, beer belly rising and falling in tune with his deep breathing of sleep. Castiel faced the digital clock on the nightstand. Once it changed from 12:59 to 1:00 am, he carefully peeled back the covers. He gathered his discarded clothes, put them back on, and left. This wasn't anything new for Castiel. In fact, he did this multiple times a day seven days a week. Now it was the evening of the same day, and Castiel was waiting for his next client in a motel room. The door opened as a man with stubble on his upper lip, chin and jaw stepped in. Castiel tracked him with his blue gaze. "Are you John Winchester?" he asked the man. The man smirked. "Why yes I am," he said and appeared to be walking towards Cas. Castiel began unbuttoning his shirt. When he looked up he realized the man had walked past him. This was quite odd behavior. The clients always went right for him as they were on a time crunch. The man seemed to be inspecting the room. Castiel knew better than to question him, but couldn't resist. "What are you doing?" "Thinking about where I want to fuck you." Came the smooth response. Castiel nodded and finished shrugging off his shirt. He had just undone his pant button when John spoke again. "Stop." He was walking towards him swiftly. He picked up Cas' shirt and handed it back to him. "Put your clothes back on." Castiel opened his mouth to speak when John pulled out a badge. "I'm a cop. I'm here to rescue you."

Fluffy and smut imagines about the sexy Dean Winchester set in the (Y/N) format. Most of the stories are long, so sit back and relax