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Jensen and Danneel said they were working on something with Misha.

Misha said he’s working on a book.

Jensen said their production company just optioned on a book.

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I might just not get up. I might stay down bad.

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Yippee Ki-Yay Motherfucker

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Hurt comfort is my sickness and sad bloody men is the cure.

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(i don't even know if i) believe

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester Rating: Mature Genre: AU, Friends to Lovers, Friends to Strangers to Enemies to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Lost Love, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Happy Ending

Preview: It wasn’t a blowout. It didn’t end in a flurry of sharp knuckles or sharper words. It might have been easier if it had. Instead, it was time that tore them apart. Slowly, insidiously, a cocktail of doubt and distance poisoned the PICC line.

Some nights are easier than others. Some days it’s easy to breathe through the waking hours. After 10 years, it should be. After a decade, Dean Winchester shouldn’t even cross his mind. And yet, tonight is one of those nights Castiel can barely tolerate. One that has his shoulders tense from racing, pacing, partial thoughts – distant memories – closely held regret for the taste of past-held futures turned presently sour.

[ Read on Ao3 ]

-- I've just posted chapter 3!

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(i don't even know if i) believe

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester Rating: Mature Genre: AU, Friends to Lovers, Friends to Strangers to Enemies to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Lost Love, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Happy Ending

Preview: It wasn’t a blowout. It didn’t end in a flurry of sharp knuckles or sharper words. It might have been easier if it had. Instead, it was time that tore them apart. Slowly, insidiously, a cocktail of doubt and distance poisoned the PICC line.

Some nights are easier than others. Some days it’s easy to breathe through the waking hours. After 10 years, it should be. After a decade, Dean Winchester shouldn’t even cross his mind. And yet, tonight is one of those nights Castiel can barely tolerate. One that has his shoulders tense from racing, pacing, partial thoughts – distant memories – closely held regret for the taste of past-held futures turned presently sour.

[ Read on Ao3 ]

Hiii! This is my first fic in 10 years, and my first in the SPN fandom.

Please let me know your thoughts!

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I remember this! It’s Fourth of July, 1996.

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me reading about the same two characters falling in love over and over again in new settings

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Myself included tbh