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Dean had a hard time growing up with his father and it starts to show in the present. Dean and Sam have no cases, which means they get a day off. Castiel also living in the bunker at the time is free to do what he wants to. Team free will go there separate ways to rest for the day, Sam however did not realize that dean and cas are spending there alone time togther. p.s I'm not good a descriptions but I promise it'll be good Anyway, this fic is a destiel fic. Dean and cas are in a secret relationship and one day Sam finds out. the first part of the story is mostly dean centric. Some angst but will eventually be fluff Notes: as children if John was going to be in a place for a long time, he tried to rent a house and would send dean and Sam to school. Castiel dosent know the full extent of johns abuse to the boys This is going to be a long oneshot I will probably switch between first and third person so be prepared for that basically I just hate John winchester and it shows in this fic Enjoy ♡!

Octavian was born in a city, but more like a prison to him. The so called cities were surrounded by wallls to protect humans from the outside world because it was no longer safe to be there. One day, Octavian went on an expedition to get supplies outside of the walls and he disapears suddenly. What will happen to our protagonist ? How is he going to survive outside the walls ?

"The bar was still, silent, a rare occurrence but far from an unwelcome one. Usually the place was filled to the brim with rowdy gang members, leather-clad men and women, gray-streaked and fresh-faced, spread from counter to door. They'd be celebrating a victory or squabbling over a stolen beer or licking their wounds after a messy dispute. But not that night." Beatrice is in a familiar place with an unfamiliar atmosphere. What strangeness has overcome this refuge of hers? • • • Initially published on November 18, 2025, at Short Fiction Break, this story was a contestant in The Write Practice's 2025 Fall Writing Contest. All rights belong to Allie April Knox. Allie April Knox is a native to the farmland of Central New York, as well as a ballet dancer, music teacher, and avid crocheter. She can usually be found listening to movie soundtracks amidst writing about the unnatural aspects of our seemingly normal reality.