""You got funny ideas about first dates." Cas froze, feeling his face get a little warm at the mention of "first dates." "Um. Excuse me?" The corners of Dean's lips pulled into a smug grin as he finished his cigarette and flicked it over the porch railing, leaning his back against the wall. "You heard me." "Yeah, I did, but- "Listen." Dean got close. Really close. His lips were soft as they brushed against Castiel's, being pressed delicately. He could feel the light stubble on Dean's jaw against his cheek and his breath on his ear as he pulled away and moved over to the side of his head, fingers slipping in side his jean's pocket as he said in a soft tone, "Call me sometime."" [[Destiel High School AU]] [[Discontinued.]]

Castiel is mentally ill but dont ask him about it he already knows. Dean Winchester is a good for nothing dropout, but dont tell him his father does it already. Sams tall now okay? Its puberty guys get over it. What Castiel doesnt know is that hes destined to be happy with a boy he never thought he could be. What Dean never imagined was laying on top of a carousel and listening to Bowie and never wanting to leave ever again. What Sam didnt know was that he would fall in love with the devil before 18. Not everyone sits well on that. Though most importantly Castiel does not know Dean Winchester. And Dean Winchester does not know him. But its like hes seen him a million times before and memorized those eyes in a thousand different ways. Theyre both reaching for the other but barely grazing eachothers fingertips. Both on either sides of the universe, but are always seeming to touch. Castiel wonders if hes seen Dean somewhere before. Maybe its just his name y'know. Maybe its how he acts. Just like James Dean.

In an AU where everything is black and white until you touch your Soul Mate, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak led nice, quiet lives. Until one day, when they touch...and then their world is thrust into color and passion. Both struggle with the fact that they are Souled together, Dean already having a girlfriend, and Cas belonging to a devoutly Christian family.

Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester. Two teens trying to survive the drilling life that is high school. We have the punk who can't keep his sarcasm to himself, and then we have Dean; whose dad is having a hard time keeping a job. Dean and Castiel meet in the middle of a fistfight- where all healthy friendships should start- and they try and avoid one another afterwards. But fate has a different idea for the pair.

" He wracked his brains for the right words to say, gently parting his lips as if to speak, but shutting them quickly, deciding whatever he was going to say was not right. The man who sat beside him had no knowledge of the creatures and demons who slipped from their world to ours with such ease. He knew Dean as Agent Brown, the man with a gun and real badge, who took down serial killers and murderers alike with his intellectual prowess and years of training. What Cas had in mind was a character who was the good guy. The agent, the officer, the man who kept people safe from other people, with slightly different motives than the rest of us. But he wasn't Agent Brown, he was Dean Winchester. And he fought a different breed of killer, one he hoped Cas might never find the truth about." I would like to provide a huge thankyou to my best friend and fic buddy, Molly (or Bilbro on wattpad) for providing me with the prompt for this fic, as well as ideas and much needed encouragement. Love you, lady. Please enjoy the fanfiction, if you enjoyed it, vote and comment to let us know! Constructive feedback is welcomed. Thank you for reading, and once again, enjoy!

This is a Destiel fanfic of you're into that sorta thing. Also... This is my first time writing. So... fingers crossed. (: Hope you enjoy it.

On June 6 1944, American soldiers arrive on the shores of Normandy. Among them, landing at Omaha Beach, Captain Dean Winchester and Private Castiel Novak, who isn't what you would call excited to be there.