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?

When you meet someone, someone who is different from everyone else. What would you do? Learn more about them or run. Kellie and Justin have been through hell and back, but their story isn't finished. Or is it? © LindzFrienz12 2013/2015 ©

basically, all the destiel I want from the show, and since that ain't never gonna happen....I've got my own Dean-cas relationship :)

Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester are both boys with troubled pasts. When Dean moves in to town to live with his adoptive father, he meets Castiel at the high school. Can these boys help each other heal? Can they help each other in ways they didn't know they needed help in? Because these two boys could just turn each other's lives upside down. And that is a good thing in this case.

Something has suddenly changed in Dean Winchester and it's both frightening and exciting

Dean and Cas hate each other but end up falling in love. They don't think it will work out between a hunter and an angel, but they have to try.

Dean lets down his guard after Castiel walks away.

Imagine if Justin Bieber was falling for... you. This is exactly what happens to Kellie McGallagher. When love brings them together, they get closer and closer. But Justin, has dirty little secrets, that only certain people know. He's dangerous, tormented. He's not the Justin Bieber you think of. But shhh, don't tell any one. ***In need of editing.

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*