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What It Means to Love, 3k

established dean/cas, hurt/comfort, post 15x20, human!cas

day 2 of @thiscastielhasflown and i's follower celebration

prompt: hurt/comfort

“Dean, I am perfectly fine, I—” Cas paused, face scrunching up, then he sneezed before he could finish his sentence.

Dean took a step backwards. “Dude, gross! Seriously? Sneeze into your elbow. That’s like preschool 101.”

“Oh, then it’s so great that I went to preschool,” Cas said, managing to sound sarcastic even with his nose stuffed up. Dean winced as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his trenchcoat. “It’s not like I haven’t been a human for only three months.”

Right. “Yeah, well, guess this is the perfect introduction." How the hell did Cas manage to still look so adorable slumped against the kitchen counter, clothes wrinkled and nose red? “Welcome to humanity, you have a cold. Here, stop that.” He couldn't watch Cas wipe his nose on his sleeve again. They didn’t have tissues in the kitchen, but he grabbed a napkin and handed it to him. Dutifully, Cas took it and blew his nose. “What you need is to get in some comfier clothes, lay down, and get some sleep.”

Violating the few feet he'd put between them to stay clear of the germs, he stepped closer to loosen Cas' tie. Cas let him, saying, "I can still help research—"

"No, no." Cas leveled him with a glare, but it had lost its bite now that Dean knew he couldn't strike him dead with his angel grace. Okay, it was still pretty menacing. "I'm trying to save your ass. Sam will kill you if you sneeze on his laptop or precious books. Come on, take off the coat, you gotta be burning up."

He was helping Cas slip it off when Sam walked into the kitchen. “Ew, gross," he complained, covering his eyes with his hand, and Dean realized he was essentially undressing Cas in front of the kitchen island. "Get a room."

"Grow up," Dean said, draping Cas' coat and tie over his arm. Okay, so maybe they’d given Sam a reason to be on-guard now, but, "It's not what it looks like."

Sam lowered his hand, then frowned at Cas. "Woah. What happened to you?"

"I'm sick," Cas answered, as if that wasn't obvious enough by his glassy eyes and disheveled appearance.

"Well, uh, wash your hands," Sam said, stepping back as Cas started for the door, Dean following. "Don't wanna spread any germs. And try to stay out of the library."

"Told you," Dean whispered to Cas as they went down the hallway. In their room, he gestured for Cas to sit on the bed as he rummaged through their dresser. “T-shirt and sweatpants,” he said, handing them over.

Cas unbuttoned his white button-down which was identical to the dress shirts he always wore as an angel. Apparently old habits died hard—in this case, an affinity for business casual. Actually, maybe Cas getting sick and out of his old clothes was a good thing. Dean didn't know the last time the trenchcoat had been washed.

Collecting Cas' shirt and pants, he said, “I’ll get rid of these disease-ridden clothes.” He thought he caught Cas rolling his eyes as he pulled Dean’s sweatshirt over his head. "You watch TV or something, I’ll go see if we have cold medicine.”

After starting a load of laundry and raiding the medicine cabinets in the bathroom and cabinets in the kitchen, he returned to the room to find Cas sitting cross-legged under the covers of the bed, remote in his hands.

“Here, you go,” Dean said, handing over a warm mug. Ancient Aliens played on the TV; one of Cas' favorite pastimes was refuting every crazy claim and theory the show presented with his own recollections of the ancient times. “Sam said this tea will help. He ran out to get some medicine.”

Eagerly, Cas took the mug from him and took a large gulp, then coughed. "Ow. It's hot."

"Drink it slowly, idiot."

Cas took a more hesitant sip, then squinted up at him. "This tea is incredibly flavorless."

Dean snorted. "’Cause your nose’s clogged up. And you probably burned your tongue. Another joy of being human."

Groaning, Cas dropped his head back on the pillows and stared at the ceiling. "Why is being human so difficult?"

Dean inwardly winced at that. Or thought he did so inwardly, but his expression must've revealed something because Cas glanced over at him, then straightened up, nearly spilling his tea. "Dean, I didn't mean anything by that."

Clearing his throat, Dean shrugged and sat down on the other side of the bed. "No, it's fine. You're right, being human sucks."

"And I wouldn't trade it for the world," Cas said.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

Cas seemed about to say more, but then he sneezed. Into his elbow this time. Progress.

Ancient Aliens finished, and they got halfway through an episode of UFO Hunters before Cas started to nod off. Dean took the mug from him, and his eyes fluttered open, head jerking up. "I'm fine," he said.

"I know you're tired because you missed them saying aliens created the lost city of Atlantis."

Cas sniffled. "That's ridiculous. Everyone knows Atlantis was formed by—" He was interrupted by a yawn, and Dean made a mental note to return to that subject later.

“Come on, take a nap.”

“I am not a small child, Dean,” Cas protested, but he settled down anyway. Dean couldn’t resist adjusting the covers, essentially tucking him in. He wasn’t trying to baby him, but it was second nature seeing how miserable the guy looked. Turning off the lights, he went to the door. "You good? Need anything else?"

"No." Cas squinted one eye open to look at Dean over the blanket pulled up to his shoulders, and, fuck, if he wasn't still the most beautiful man Dean had ever seen, even sick as a dog. "Thank you."

A tiny alarm went off in Dean's brain about germs, but he returned to the bed to kiss Cas on the forehead anyway. True love, and all that. God, he was getting sappy in his old age.

Cas looked marginally better when he woke up from his nap. If marginally better meant pillow hair and pillow lines on his cheek. Well-rested, at least. He swallowed down the cold medicine Sam had brought home, complaining that he could taste enough to know the flavor was not, quote, "similar to anything occurring organically in nature."

"Whaddya wanna eat?" Dean asked him as he drained his glass of water. "And don't say PB and J," he added before Cas could speak.

Cas set his glass down on the nightstand and slid further down under the covers. "Anything that won't make my throat hurt more."

"My, uh, mom used to make me soup when I was sick."

"That sounds wonderful."

"Whatcha making?" Sam asked, coming into the kitchen. He lifted the lid of the pot on the stove and Dean snapped him with the towel.

"That's for Cas, back off."

"Wow," Sam said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. "Look at you."

"Look at me what?" Setting aside the pot lid, he scraped the celery he'd been dicing from the cutting board into the pot.

Sam shrugged. "Taking care of Cas, making dinner, you're almost domestic."

Dean turned red and scrambled furiously for a comeback. "Yeah, and you're, you're still a little shit." Nailed it.

Sam laughed. "Wasn't an insult. Just meant, I don't know. Different for you, I guess."

Dean eyed him, stirring the soup. "Don't have much of a choice. Poor guy just turned human and he's already going through it."

"I think he's dealt with worse than a cold before."

"Yeah, well, wish he didn't have to deal with any of it." Any of it meant plenty. Between Dean’s own fuckups, world apocalypses, and near-death and actual death experiences, Cas had been through the ringer several times over. And now he was human—which, by all counts, wasn’t the worst thing he’d been through, but it wasn’t ideal. It’d been a rough transition, anyway.

Cas seemed better recently, though, since getting somewhat used to being human. And things were going well between them. Getting sick was just one tiny wrinkle compared to everything they’d been through, right?

He stared at the soup and startled when Sam straightened off the counter with a comment that Jack was out with friends, he was leaving for Eileen’s, have fun giving Cas a sponge bath. Dean flipped him off as he headed out the door.

When the soup was finished, he ladled a bowl full and returned to the bedroom. Cas looked up from his phone when Dean entered with the bowl of steaming soup. “Hear from Claire?” Dean asked, nudging the door shut with his foot.

“She says she and Kaia have almost closed up the case." He set his phone aside. “They’ll be able to visit soon.”

“You tell her you’re sick?”

“She was incredibly non-sympathetic—thank you." Cas took the bowl from him. “She seemed to find it amusing that I once ruled garrisons and now can’t go five minutes without sneezing.”

Dean tensed, hoping Cas wasn’t hurt by the comparison, but Cas didn’t look offended. “Sounds like her.”

"Yes.” He breathed in the steam coming from the bowl. “This smells incredible.”

"Family recipe," Dean joked, sitting down next to him. "Well, someone's family. Straight from some blog online. Think it's pretty close to what my mom would make." He watched Cas pick up his spoon, and added, "Don't tell Sam." He'd never hear the end of it if Sam knew he was reading mommy blogs.

"Your secret is safe with me."

Dean picked up the remote as Cas ate, wondering if he should give Claire a piece of his mind. Sure, Cas was pretty easy-going about the whole giving up his grace thing, but no need to rub it in his face. Becoming human had to feel pretty pitiful after ages of being an angel.

He was trying to make it better where he could, though. “You wanna watch a movie tonight? I'll let you pick because you're bedridden."

"I am not," Cas protested, though he looked more than a little pleased at the idea of getting to choose. Dean braced himself for whatever ridiculous romance or musical Cas insisted on watching now—to date, he'd been subjected to La La Land , the ending of which had reduced Cas to tears for the rest of the night; Pride and Prejudice, okay not too bad, though he'd never admit it; and You’ve Got Mail, dammit not bad enough for him to hate either.

Instead of suggesting a movie, though, Cas said, "You're very caring, Dean."

"Uh." Dean turned from cycling through the movie options on the TV to look at Cas. He felt himself turn red under the look Cas was giving him, head tilted, that fond almost-smile he got. "Yeah, uh. What I do."

"Yes," Cas agreed. "It is what you do. You're very good at taking care of others."

"Oh, God, don't start that." By that, he meant the long compliments Cas so shamelessly gave him now, like he'd been storing them up for a long time and was finally able to hand them out. It was like the dam had broken that night when Billie and the Empty—

But he didn't want to think about that. Not when all the events since that day had led to Cas now sitting in bed blowing his nose, the trashcan by the bed overflowing with tissues. Poor bastard; he'd gone through one whole Kleenex box already.

"I'm only going to stop because talking hurts too much," Cas told him, tossing a tissue at the trashcan and missing sorely. Dean grimaced.

They nearly got through Mama Mia before Cas dozed off, head resting on Dean’s shoulder. It wasn’t the most comfortable position and Dean’s arm was half-asleep, but he refused to move. The mere fact that they were sitting together in bed, pressed against each other, was still enough to send him into shock anytime he thought about it too much. Cas—a literal former angel—had fallen in love with him. It was almost too good to be true.

But Cas was currently slumped against him, drooling on his shoulder, so he guessed it really was true.

As the credits rolled, he turned off the TV and touched Cas’ forehead with the back of his hand. Not as warm as before. At his touch, Cas blinked awake.

“It’s over already?”

“Whaddya mean, already? I just had to sit through two hours of singing and dancing.” It hadn’t been that torturous, but he couldn’t admit that—he had a reputation to uphold. Straightening, Cas rolled his eyes. “Feel any better?"

Cas’ expression turned thoughtful, as if taking stock of every physical sensation in his body, and Dean had to grin at his seriousness. He nodded. "Yes."

"Great.” He glanced at the time on the clock and realized it was later than he’d expected. “You probably wanna get some rest.”

Cas nodded with a yawn. "You don't have to sleep here if you don't want to."

Dean froze in the middle of pulling back the covers, mind immediately spinning out. "What?" They'd only started sharing a room a month ago, oh God, he'd known it was too good to be true, Cas was sick of him—

"I want you to," Cas said quickly, as if sensing Dean's downward spiraling. "I just don't want you to get sick."

Oh. Oh. Feeling a little sheepish for immediately jumping to the worst conclusions—one of his greatest talents, if he did say so himself—he shook his head. "Nah, I have a great immune system."

Cas' expression turned guilty and Dean narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"About that..." Cas started slowly. Dean gave him a look. "Well, uh... Your immune system isn't quite as healthy as you think. I've been giving it a boost for the past several years, every time you started to get sick."

"What?" Looking back, it was pretty remarkable that he'd never gotten even a common cold with all the other shit they dealt with. "Fuck."

"Sorry."

"No, don't apologize. I should be thanking you. So, uh. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Of course Cas had been taking care of him for years, Dean thought, when they settled in bed and he turned off the lights. Cas told him he was caring, but it was Cas who was the caring one. He’d sacrificed his life for him, for Christ’s sake. Then gave up his grace to return to Earth because he wanted to be with Dean and Jack and Sam and everyone. The guy didn’t have a selfish bone in his body.

The thought should’ve been a comforting one, but instead he felt antsy, unable to stay still, shifting under the blankets.

Turning onto his side, he nudged Cas, whose eyes had fallen shut. With a grunt, Cas opened his eyes and looked over at him.

“You alright?” Dean asked, which wasn’t really what he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure how to say it.

“I was when I was falling asleep,” Cas grumbled. But he shifted to face Dean. In the faint light coming from the bunker hallway, Dean could see the concern in his eyes. It sent a pang through him. Cas had given up so much, and Dean was doing all he could to make sure he never regretted it, and Cas told him all the time that he was content with his choice, but still the worry sat heavy in his stomach.

"Listen,” he started. “I just wanna let you know that being human isn’t all bad. I swear it won’t be miserable forever. I know you've been introduced to the bad shit first, but—"

"That's not true," Cas interrupted, touching Dean’s hand resting between them. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Dean, being human has been the single most rewarding experience in my entire life second only to raising Jack. It started with you rescuing me from the Empty and revealing my feelings weren't unreciprocated like I thought. I would say that's far from miserable.”

"Yeah, but you had to adjust to living without your grace, and eating food, and getting sick..."

"It's been difficult, yes. I won't lie and say I enjoy bodily functions or sneezing or headaches. But I do enjoy being with you and eating chicken soup and watching absurd TV shows. I wouldn't change this for anything. Whatever happened in our lives, it led us here. And I’m happy with where we are.” He studied Dean for a moment before asking, quieter, “Are you happy?”

“Yes, yeah, of course,” Dean hastened to say, because it was true. Fuck, it couldn’t be truer. “Of course. Just feel bad, I guess. That you gave up your grace and all that. Feel like I’ve hardly done anything.”

Castiel’s expression softened. “You’ve given me more than I could’ve ever dreamt of. And anyway, it’s not a competition, Dean. I take care of you, you take care of me. That’s what love is.”

Throwing that word around, love, still made Dean’s heart skip a beat. But it was true. He loved Cas and he’d do anything for him. The same, he knew, was true on Cas’ end.

Cas said it best, so he settled for lifting Cas’ hand and kissing his knuckles.

“I would kiss you," Cas said, smiling, "but I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Screw it," Dean said, and propped himself up on an elbow to kiss him. Then he shifted, turning over and pulling Cas’ arm to wrap around him. Even if the bastard was sick, Dean was making him be the big spoon.

"For the record,” he said, feeling Cas curl around him. “I wouldn't change anything either."

And he meant it. Even when he woke up the next morning with a sore throat and stuffed up nose. Cas—who seemed to have gotten over the worst of his cold—took only one look at him before declaring it was his turn to play doctor, throwing extra blankets at him and demanding the chicken soup recipe in a flurry of activity.

He’d take care of Cas, and Cas would take care of him. It sounded like a good life, Dean thought, settling back against the pillows with a smile. He wouldn't change a thing.

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Loud and Proud Fic Tag!

@malmuses tagged me in this, and I enjoyed reading Mal’s answers so much that I decided to play, too!

Why do you create: I create because I love it. My mind swirls with little worlds, little “what-ifs” and “ooh, I wonder” moments. I wrote in my teens and loved it, but drifted away from fiction/creative writing when I went to college and grad school (because I had too much non-fiction writing to do!) and then when I had children (too busy!). My mind never quieted, though. Now, with a bit more time, I’ve loved reconnecting with that piece of me. Quite simply, I create because it brings me joy.

What is one of your favorite works of yours (ever, or in your current fandom): Umm...hmm. That’s like asking me to pick a favorite child! Okay, I’m going to cheat a bit by giving two answers, a short fic and a long fic. The short fic that I go back to a lot is Bicker, because it’s just a quick, fun read that still has a lot of meaning behind it. Cas and Dean’s relationship is so real, and the love is deep even if they’re not all over each other. One of my favorite long works is Kinda Like Family, Kinda Like Love. There’s so much sweetness, such great family stuff, kids, dads, longing, loyalty, romance...oh, I’m still in love with those men and their story.

What is one of your best works (ever, or in your current fandom): Oh my. Hmm. I think one of my best is Neighborly. I think it has the most kudos, but the reason I think it’s one of my best is because it delves into a very serious topic with the intention of exploring beyond it, diving into hope where despair could exist instead. It touched a lot of people, and that’s a good benchmark for me, as well.

What work of yours do you wish more people experienced (ever, or in your current fandom): I suppose either Deja Vu or Mixtape for My Teenage Crush. Deja Vu was my first, and it was in the canon SPN world, so I think it wasn’t quite as popular. I loved it, though. It had some really sweet moments, some good action, and an original character I loved. It didn’t have sex, though, so that may have been a mark against it, lol! Mixtape is another one that I go back to a lot. I loved watching them grow up, and watching Dean figure out his sexuality and create a relationship with Cas. I enjoyed the way they dealt with Dean’s alcoholism and the parallels between him and Cas’ father. I loved the friendships, the humor, and the music. Ahh.

What is one thing you think you do well when creating: One thing I believe I do well is creating situations and emotions that readers can relate to. It’s my favorite thing about writing, especially writing fanfiction.

I’m not great at tagging, sadly, so please answer if you’d like to play! ❤️ I’d love to hear your answers! Thank you, @malmuses, for the tag!

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Request Prompts Post

So I’ve had some people discover that you can’t see the prompts page on mobile (thanks, @spnimpalaimagines!), so here it is in post form :)

In one of the questions in my survey about request etiquette, I had a few authors respond saying that they prefer it if I send them multiple request prompts and let them choose which one to write. That being the case, I decided I might as well keep an ongoing list of my prompts, so I can give authors the link instead of sending them a gajillion different asks with requests.  This, therefore, is the aforementioned list.

Asterisks mean I really want this written, so if you are choosing between two or something and one of them has little stars, go for that one, please.

Anyone who finds this page is welcome to write any of these, but if you would give me credit for the idea and let me know so I can see what you’ve written, that would be great!

NOTE: Some of these, if not all of them, could be adapted/changed/inspiration for Reader x Sam or Reader x Dean or whoever.  Feel free to do so, and if you do, I’d still love to see what you do with it, so shoot me an ask or a Fan Mail or whatever!  If I request, I probably want Cas unless otherwise specified, but if you’re just looking for something to write, go for it!

CAS x READER

NEW! (8/30/2015) **Death’s Daughter** Inspired by a comment from hogwartsismyhometoo.  Reader is the daughter of Death (nope, not gonna tell you how that works.  Be creative! :) ).  That’s really all I’ve got, except she ends up with Cas.  I want to see something of the relationship between Reader and her dear old daddy (what kind of dad is Death, anyway?).  Also, it’d be awesome to see Death’s reaction to his daughter and an angel–especially this angel.

**The Phantom of the Opera** Reader and Cas have unexpressed feelings for one another.  Reader has joined a theater group and is playing Christine in “The Phantom of the Opera.”  She keeps it from Team Free Will because she figures they (or at least Dean) will think musical theater is stupid.  (How much or if they know about her singing abilities is up to you.)  They find out and come to a performance.  Cas, while impressed with how well she did, is jealous that Reader is kissing another guy up on stage.  This somehow comes out.  Cue lots of innocent fluff and admission of feelings!

   Fics based on this prompt:

Cas x Reader by supernatural-imagine-oneshot

**Book Club** Sam and Reader (and Charlie, if you want, but you don’t have to include her) end up forming a book club between the two (or three) of them. One day, Cas hears the discussion getting a little heated and comes in, wanting to know what’s going on. Upon having things explained to him, he decides he wants to join. Things get interesting when, having been introduced to classics such as Harry Potter, Cas discovers fandom pick-up lines and thinks they’re an appropriate way to express his growing affection for Reader. The situation is not helped by Sam and/or Charlie, who is/are just encouraging him. Please keep the pick-up lines innocent (yes, innocent pick-up lines do exist :) ). This was partly inspired by the various fanfics in which people (mostly Dean) try to get Cas to use pick-up lines, and he fails epically.  (NOTE:  If you include Charlie, please don’t have her hitting on the reader at any point.  Strictly friendship there, please.)

Doctor Who Gabriel shows up and zaps Reader into “Doctor Who” (9th or 10thDoctor era, please). TFW are left to watch as she participates in the show.  They discover that Reader/her character/whatever has a bit of a romance going with the Doctor; Cas gets jealous. When Gabriel brings her back, Reader finds out about Cas’ feelings for her for the first time (he could admit it, or Sam, Dean, or Gabriel (or any combination of the three) could tell her; whatever you want). Innocent fluff ensues!

   Fics based on this prompt:

The Strange Blue Box by theobsessivefanfic666

Changing Channels by imagine-teamfreewill

Babysitter Reader is not a hunter, but she knows about the life.  Somehow Team Free Will have gotten saddled with an angel fledgling (or more than one if you want) and are at a loss as to what to do.  They find her, a babysitter/nanny, and hire her to take care of the fledgling(s).  The Winchesters leave Cas with her, for protection and because he can help if the kid(s) try to fly or whatever.  Reader and Cas fall in love over the course of their babysitting adventure.

   Fics based on this prompt:

Adventures in Babysitting by amazhangdestiel

The Babysitting Job by talesoftheimpala

Promise by hatgirl2017

Nightmare Inspired by this.  Reader has a nightmare about Cas being hurt.  She wakes up and freaks out.  He appears to comfort her, and they end up admitting their feelings.

   Fics based on this prompt:

A Light in the Dark by soulofawinchester

My Weakness by hatgirl2017

Worry One of the Winchesters nearly dies on a hunt.  Cas heals him in time, and Reader breaks from all the worry and tension now that she knows her friend will be okay.  Cas comforts her, and somehow this turns into a confession of feelings and fluff between the two.  (If you want, they could still be in the room where whoever got hurt is—maybe he’s passed out or is asleep or something—and he wakes up to see them kissing or something…  The long and the short of it is, you get bonus points if we get to see one or both Winchesters’ reaction(s).)

Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven? This may have has probably been done before, but I would love to see a Reader x Cas where she doesn’t know who he is and is being flirtatious, and she asks him if it hurt when he fell from heaven.  Cas, being Cas, is all, “Yes, it did.  How did you know?” or something like that.  After that, it’s up to you.

   Fics based on this prompt:

The Pick Up Line by theobsessivefanfic666

Falling From Heaven by saving-people-shipping-things

Protective Dean’s hitting on Reader—not with serious intentions or because he actually likes her or anything, just, y’know, being Dean—and Cas gets all protective and tells him to quit.  Later (maybe when Reader asks him to explain or however you want), the angel admits his feelings (either verbally or with a kiss or something).  Prefer slightly!clueless!Cas.

   Fics based on this prompt:

Untitled by free-will-oneshots

Unavoidable by soulofawinchester

Let Me Call You Sweetheart Okay, so basically I just want Cas x Reader where he calls her “sweetheart.”  I don’t even care.  Bonus points if you include the song “Let Me Call You Sweetheart” by Bing Crosby or Henry Burr and the Peerless Quartet (the Bing Crosby version is shortened to just part of the lyrics; it seems to be the most well-known incarnation, but whichever one you want to use is fine with me. You can find the full lyrics on the Henry Burr page), but it’s not required.  Also, if you want to have him use more pet names, “darling” is also a favorite.

   Fics based on this prompt:

Untitled by free-will-oneshots

Allergies This one’s a bit complicated, as I apparently got the inspiration from this fic and wrote the request a few days later, when I couldn’t remember whether I had come up with the idea on my own or had gotten it from somewhere else.  (I found which fic it must have come from weeks later, when I was rereading things from my favorites.)  If you choose to use this prompt, please link to the fic I linked to above so that the author of the original will get credit for his/her idea.

Now that that’s out of the way, here’s the actual prompt:  Cas has, at some point during his association with the Winchesters, learned about allergies (Dean or whoever probably explained them as symptoms that only happen when the person is exposed to something in particular, or something like that).  When he begins to develop feelings for Reader, the clueless angel naturally decides he must be allergic to her.  He goes to Sam and/or Dean for help (bonus points if it’s both of them), who laugh at/tease him good-naturedly and then try to get the two together.  Whether this is done by plotting of some kind or just by encouraging Cas to declare himself is up to you.  Bonus points if you include the song “You’re Not Sick (You’re Just In Love)“ (lyrics) from the Broadway show “Call Me Madam”.

   Fics based on this prompt:

Allergic Reactions by maymorning

Selfless Meg It would be really interesting to see a piece in which Meg (who honestly cares about Cas, at least for the purposes of the fic; I’m not sure what the general opinion of the fandom is on this, but I think maybe she does), seeing that Reader and Cas are in love with each other but haven’t said anything, is surprisingly selfless and helps them get together.  (Bonus if you can make her reasonably okay with this somehow; I hate it when anybody has to end sadly.  It’s up to you if you want to give her somebody else to love instead, or if she cares about Cas but is not so much in love with him that it hurts too much, or whatever.  Be creative, if you want.)  If you can balance the focus of the story between the budding romance and Meg’s sacrifice, that’s great, since I love seeing lots of fluff, too!

   Fics based on this prompt:

Resolutions of the Lonely by saving-people-shipping-things

Marian the Librarian I think it’d be awesome and super cute to see something where the reader works in a library and Cas comes in (for research or something, probably) and then keeps coming in because he wants to see her.  I figure it’d be kinda like a coffee shop AU but without the AU and the coffee shop.  If that makes any sense.  Partly inspired by the “To Go” series by supernaturalfreewill (Part 1 | Part 2).

The Meta Prompt Reader is a fan of the Supernatural books who used to write imagines, until she met TFW and discovered they were real. (I know, I know, you can tell what’s coming from a mile off. Just bear with me for some details, please.) Naturally, she keeps this a deadly secret from the boys. One or both of the Winchesters discovers it, however. (Note: READER IS NOT NECESSARILY IN THE BOOKS HERSELF. It’s up to you, but my inclination is to leave her out, because most of these “fan-discovers-SPN-is-real stories do end up with the reader in the books, so, you know, just to be different, you could keep her out.) Now, Cas has, at some point, been introduced to the wonders of e-mail. Having either been told or just figured out about her feelings for Cas, said Winchester(s) begin to e-mail her fics involving Cas to the angel himself, one at a time. And here, we have the part you’ve all been waiting for since the beginning: the angel somehow discovers that the fanfics are written by Reader, etc., and we end with confession of feelings and happy fluff. Inspired in part by “Fan Fictions” (found here).

IMPORTANT SPECIFICATIONS:

1.  No smut or anything very close, please.  Kissing and cuddling are much appreciated, but keep it innocent. Preferably no smut implied, either, as that makes it less relatable for me, but I can deal with it if that’s what you wanna do.

2.  As little cursing and “Oh, my God” as possible, please; preferably none at all from the reader.  If you need alternatives, the usual suspects apply:  “gosh,” “shoot,” “drat,” “darn,” “dang,” “heck,” etc.  If you want other alternatives, or are not sure when/how to use them, feel free to message me through ask/fan mail/whatever and I’ll help you out.

SLIGHTLY-LESS-IMPORTANT SPECIFICATIONS/PREFERENCES:

1.  FLUFF/SAP/SCHMOOP.  LOTS OF IT.  Like what would happen if you took marshmallow crème, clouds, and the stuffing from stuffed animals and dunked them in molasses and maple syrup.  I will pretty much never be unhappy if you’re cliché with it, either.  I love chick-flick moments probably at least three times more than Dean hates them, so feel free to use as much fluff as is humanly—or, you know, angelically—possible.  I’m not kidding.

2.  Unless otherwise specified, it’s a pretty safe bet that I will be happiest if the couple’s feelings are unexpressed until your fic.  I just love seeing them admit to each other for the first time.  (Honestly, the more ridiculously cliché their cluelessness, the better.  *sheepish*)

3.  I tend to prefer it if the guy makes the first move romantically, unless otherwise specified.  (I think this is partly due to me being old-fashioned and partly to me being extremely shy when it comes to things like that.)

4.  I’m not too fond of unfulfilled/unrequited love.  Even if I don’t specify, I probably want you to have them actually admit how they feel (it doesn’t necessarily have to be in words; kissing’s good, too :) ), not just hint at it.

[srawesleyghuewrites]

Back To You - Chapter Two

Pairing: Drake x MC(Anna Grey)

Faceclaim: Daniel di Tomasso as Drake Walker and Elizabeth Olsen as Anna Grey

Book: The Royal Romance

Word Count: ~ 2,400

Rating:  M for language

Prompt:

Remembering the past isn’t always the best choice, Drake Walker was reminded of that right at the beggining of Homecoming ball. But what has changed since the first time they met? And worse, what has stayed the same?

Anna Grey on the other hand feels the weight of choices she hasn’t yet done and the consequences they’ll bring to everyone around her.

Author’s Note:

Hiiiii dear readers!!!!

I took to long to update the fic and I know that, the thing is: I’ve been having some trouble with anxiety and my dear beta reader has been taking care of her own problems so everything kind of just pilled up and I got late. BUT NOW I’M HERE RIGHT? Better late then never!

This chapter has what is the beggining of angst so brace yourselves because there is way more coming your way.... That being said I hope you all like it, I’ll update soon maybe and I already apologize for any grammar mistake(I’m from Brazil so give me a break lol)!

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Disclaimer: The characters don’t belong to me(except for Anna Grey),  I just borrow them from Pixelberry!

“And every time we talk

Every single word builds up to this moment

And I gotta convince myself I don't want it

Even though I do (even though I do)”

“I don-”

Anna starts to say but Drake is already gone, he walks fast searching for a place far from the ‘happy couple’. He simply can’t watch Liam receive her affection and love so openly, when the best he can get are secret stolen moments with her.

In the anger of the moment Drake didn’t see Maxwell and Hana walking between laughs towards him. They collide and Drake almost knocks the drinks out of their hands, knowing he doesn’t have time or patience to deal with it yet he simply mumbles an apology.

“You almost spilled the drinks man, and the bar is faaaar away!”

Maxwell speaks in the childish way that Drake’s used to but this time it bothers him more than ever, so he smirks before stealing the two glasses Maxwell is holding and drinking it all in a single sip.

“Sorry.”

“Why are you so mean? Now I gotta get more drinks, damn!”

Drake stops him in his track, he feels the rage boiling stronger as he speaks:

“I drank mine and Grey’s but Liam already got her another, don’t worry.”

Hana has been watching Drake and Anna since the moment they went to the bar, it started complicated but her eyes sparkled when she saw Drake touching Anna’s arm and she coming closer to him. She felt pretty proud of giving them the first push until Liam approached and Drake left with hurt in his eyes. Now he is standing in front of her, his brown irises darker than normal indicating there is something really wrong.

“Drake, is everything al-”

He doesn’t let Hana finish too, passing between her and Maxwell in quick steps toward the exit of the ballroom. Maxwell shares the confused look with her about Drake’s angrier mood. Except he shrugs while walking in their friends direction and Hana keeps searching for a way to help her friends, maybe she should talk to Anna? Or ask her to talk to Drake? Maybe she should just let them deal with it alone but there is a voice inside her head that screams they won’t solve it without her help.

Anna smiles at Liam, accepting the drink and the dance but they are soon interrupted by Hana and Maxwell.

“I got you drinks but Drake stole them, so if you really want I can go aaaall the way over to the bar to get more.”

Maxwell says in a dramatic tone while Hana gets closer to Anna so she can whisper that Drake is not alright, she isn’t sure that’s the right thing to do but Hana learned to trust her gut with these two.

“There is no need Maxwell, me and Anna were about to open up the dance floor.”

The two women look at each other uncertainly, Anna knows she has to talk to Drake but it breaks her heart denying Liam’s sweet proposal of dancing. Hana Lee wasn’t used to having friends, for most of her life seemed like the weight of the world was on her shoulders and there was nobody to help her carry. That’s probably why she dreamed of having friends, not really sure if she would know what to do or if it was actually everything she expected. Yet in this moment Hana understands what it means friendship, as she gently brushes her hand on Liam’s arm and speaks:

“Would you mind if it was me and you? I’ve been dying to dance again.”

“It would be my pleasure Lady Hana.”

Liam is pretty good at maintaining his expression neutral, even when he feels disappointed that Anna won’t be the one he is dancing with. The American in the other hand has a harder time hiding her growing affliction about Drake, she however manages to give him a fake smile and nod as they leave for the dance floor, not before Hana winking at her. She mouths a ‘thank you’ and drinks the rest of her whiskey in one gulp, needing the liquid courage to go face a very complicated commoner that makes her heart race.

The ballroom is bright and full of noise, some people laughing, other politely engaged in boring conversation, most of them eating the delicious food and sipping on the expensive drinks.

Anna walks towards the door in fast steps, her heartbeat racing with every second and she curses herself for feeling so out of control when it comes to him. All the noise is only a buzz when she reaches the library, stopping at the door and taking a deep breath before opening it.

She doesn’t know why she felt like he would be here, the place he showed her just the night before in his happy-drunk state. Her gaze scours the room with hope but it fades as she realizes he’s not there, a big sigh escapes her mouth and she is about to leave when a small noise caught her attention.

“I made up my mind, it must come to an end

Look at me now, will I ever learn?”

Anna kept listening, following the sound cautiously until she enters the secret passage and finally identifies the song. The sound is coming from the two empty whiskey cups that Drake clinks together in the rhythm of Mamma Mia while he slowly hums the lyrics.

She takes a moment to observe him without anyone to interrupt or to suspect that she’s completely in love with him, when not even Anna admits that. His dark hair is messy and he’s constantly running his hand through it, probably because of the sad expression in his face.  

A long time ago Anna Grey dreamed of living in New York and pursuing the actress career, she took lessons and practiced every classic Shakespeare play for months. Then she decided an actress should be able to sing and started obsessing over musicals, her mom got tired of how much she singed Chim Chim Cher-ee around the house.

For not knowing exactly how to strike conversation with the man in front of her, fully lost in his own thoughts or maybe just because she couldn’t control the joke. Enjoying to make a great entrance she sings mimicking a microphone in harmony with his clinking sounds since he’s not singing anymore.

“Mamma mia, here I go again

My my, how can I resist you?

Mamma mia, does it show again

My my, just how much I've missed you?”

Drake gets up with surprise written all over his face, he almost drops the cups with the shock yet his gaze softens as he sees the smile on her lips.

“You scared me Grey.”

“Oh, come on. I took lessons and my teacher said I was pretty good.”

Anna jokes before closing the door behind her and walking closer to him, her dress shining in the dim light along with those big sparkly eyes that stare into his. Drake can’t help but take a step in her direction too, letting the cups rest on a small stool near him.

“Can we agree to never talk about this again?”

“Are you kidding? This is like gold blackmailing information.”

She chuckles and he rolls his eyes. They both can feel the attraction between them, the electric way the air feels when it’s just the two of them, when they can finally allow themselves to feel.

“Though I did not expect Mamma Mia coming from you, you’re more of a Les Miserables kind of guy.”

“If that was a pun intended joke you need to stop hanging out with Maxwell. Which, by the way, was the person who made me watch Mamma Mia. The song got stuck in my head.”

“Yeah I may not comment this with people… but I need a ‘pretty please’ from you.”

“You know I won’t say that.”

“Maybe your ‘pretty please’ can be a kiss?”

“What are you doing here anyway Grey? Aren’t you supposed to be with Liam?”

They both remember very well the last time he said that to her and the thought makes her approach him, stopping right in front of him with a tiny smirk spread across her mouth. This time she is gonna let her intentions pretty clear, that’s why she moves closer until she is inches away from him.

“I prefer being with you.”

Her voice is strong and full of truth, her fingertips reach again for his cheek and her lips brush gently over his. Drake gets lost in the touch, her words echoing in his mind when he pulls her closer and deepens the kiss.

It’s incredible how every time they kiss there is a flame burning inside the both of them, a feeling of warmth and belonging that neither has ever felt before. His hands are stroking her soft hair as her’s caress his cheek, using the touch to bring his body so close there isn’t anything separating them.

Slowly and out of air they break apart, still with their foreheads pressed together and the desire for much more than just the kiss. Anna still remembers his lips travelling down her body in the most adoring way she has ever seen, if she really concentrates she can feel his warmth breath in her ear from the first time they made love, only two days ago.

Drake remembers that night too, the way her hands touched him with so much love and hunger it made him shiver at the thought, if he closes his eyes he can still hear her moaning whispers and how making love to her was beyond any expectation. Though with the memories of that night racing in his mind, the memory of how Liam’s broken expression at the hospital lightened up at the sight of Anna is brought up too. His best friend is crazy about her and he can’t do that to him, not tonight.

He takes a step back, the hand stroking her hair is now grabbing the cup again and he drops gently the hand holding her hips. Anna cocks both of her eyebrows at him, silently asking what the hell just happened and but his body language explains it without needing words.

Liam. It’s always Liam.

“Don’t do this.”

She takes a step forward and he takes another one back, trying to keep the distance between them or he’ll end up screwing everything up. Anna has learned better than to fight him with her words so in a quick move she embraces his waist and kisses him hungrily.

“Grey…”

Their lips are still pressed together when he mumbles her surname, it’s too good having her like that and Drake steals a peck before kissing her forehead in a protective way and whispering:

“You know we can’t do that. Not here, not tonight.”

“When then?”

“I don’t know. But don’t you dare thinking I don’t want this, because damn Grey I want this more than anything.”

“When will you understand that it’s exactly what I want too?”

The silence answers her and Anna can feel the tears building up in her eyes but she won’t allow herself to cry over this, over Drake’s stubborn ass. She turns to go without saying another word however he holds her arm again.

“I have...I have a bad feeling about today and it’s probably stupid, I think I also need to stop spending time with Maxwell.”

She doesn’t laugh at his little joke and stares at him with an expression as cold as ice, he fondles her cheek while talking:

“Just.. just take care ok?”

Hana Lee is drinking a glass of champagne and watching with a smile the Cordonian waltz when Anna Grey enters the ballroom again. She recognizes her friend easily because of the golden gown and the impetuous presence that comes with it, Anna takes place beside her and the anger is transparent in her hushed tone.

“You shouldn’t have said anything.”

The waiter passes with a tray full of champagne glasses and the American takes two at once, drinking them too fast for Hana’s taste so she smiles apologetically to the red haired man.

“What happened?”

Their eyes are focused on the couples dancing, Olivia and Liam move in complete sync but Hana’s gaze is now on the door beside them where a figure enters it silently. Drake glances in their direction, staring at Anna for some seconds before lowering his head and going straight to the bar.

“What always happens Hana. He pushed me away.”

She puts a hand on her friend’s shoulder, letting Anna rest her head on her shoulder and she is one more time thankful that Hana is with her tonight. Watching Liam whirl Olivia she lets out a big sigh and resumes on drinking Hana’s stolen champagne.

“Maybe he just needs a little push, or a little patience.”

“What do you guys think about making an after party in Anna’s room?”

Maxwell sits next to Anna, an excited grin spread across his lips but quickly fades by the cold look on Anna’s face. Hana speaks in an almost-angry tone, but not totally because Hana is too sweet to be fully mad.

“Maxwell, we are in the middle of an important conversation. Why don’t you go invite someone to dance?”

“O-okay then.”

The second Maxwell leaves Anna throws her hands in the air and says only for Hana to hear:

“I don’t want this. I can’t do this anymore Han and honestly, I don’t want to.”

Hana wonders if she is lying to herself too, remembering the many lies she told herself about how she wanted to take those hundred lessons to be a ‘real lady’ and knowing the weight of those lies in her happiness, she can’t let her friend keep up the act. So she takes Anna’s hands and looks into her eyes.

“This is a lie that you’re telling yourself honey. And these usually just ruin our chances of true happiness, so don’t do it.”

“I’m not lying Han. I’m tired, exhausted even, of playing these damn games with him. I’m tired.”

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t want it anymore. More importantly, it doesn’t mean you don’t need it.”

[imaginarylifetimes]

Fic Rec Friday  2.14

Meanwhile, I’ve found the Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2017 collection, as well as mining the bookmarks from EVERY CA AUTHOR I’VE BEEN READING.

Captain America:

Your Lack Of An Answer Is Kind Of An Answer: Four Questions Natasha Asked Steve Rogers, And One Time Bucky Barnes Answered by Speranza  | 4.4K | M | Bucky/Steve

"All right, I have a question for you. Oh, but you don’t have to answer it. I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know…"

Memories are Made of This by eleveninches  | 13.2K | T | Bucky/Steve

Nearly a year after turning himself into SHIELD and the Avengers, Bucky struggles to find himself in the 21st century. Unfortunately, no one told him about the aliens.

Dream of Caramel: or, A Recipe for Disaster by gwyneth rhys  | 17K | T | Bucky/Steve

But none of that explains why right now Clint’s pants are literally on fire and Barnes is pitching an entire five-pound bag of pastry flour straight at Clint’s crotch with his metal arm.

lonely houses off the road by Etharei  | 17.4K | T | Bucky/Steve

Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It's somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that's emotion right there, which means there's still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. "Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed."

"Wait." Sam narrows his eyes. "Is this some kind of... report? Debriefing?"

"Mission report," confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before.

In which various people deal with things they never signed up for, but at the end of the day no one's particularly surprised.

This Fledgling Thing by snarklyboojum  | 24.4K | T | Steve/Sam, Bucky/Steve/Sam

They say 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush' but Sam has pretty big hands and he'd prefer the birds to keep their beaks out of his love life, thanks.

- Sam can talk to birds and I love this????

Catfish by L1av  | 28.4K | E | Bucky/Steve

Catfish /ˈkatˌfiSH/ - A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they're not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.

Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn't expect is a guy using Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating site?

Not like it's really him, right? Bucky may need more wine.

Strays by snarklyboojum  | 33.5K | T | Bucky/Steve

After finding himself alone for the first time in decades, the Winter Soldier learns how to be a person again. Mostly through caring for an orphaned kitten, countless rounds of YouTube roulette, and stalking Captain America.

Or: Bucky Barnes, accidental millennial.

Postcards from Golgotha by kariye  | 41.4K | E | Bucky/Steve

They say that once you give your heart away, it’s never really yours again. Oh, you can take it back if you want, of course. You can try to reclaim it. But once it’s beat in your lover’s chest and his blood has flowed through it, it can never truly belong to you again, now, can it.

Or,

A story about Bucky Barnes’s heart.

- FYI, ambiguous/not a happy ending! If you’re looking for happy endings, maybe skip this one!

Collected Bones of All Kinds by hansbekhart  | 70.3K | Works: 3 | E | Bucky/Steve

There was a reason that he ran, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He was on his way to the extraction - waiting for night to fall so that he could travel inconspicuously - crouched in a hollow on the roof of an old brick building - a warehouse, maybe - and the fading light - the light caught - on a blond head down below on the street. Laughter, and a cadence to the man’s speech that sounded familiar, misplaced R’s and blurry Th’s, quarter, water, this, that, the other one.

- This series is officially one of my faves

Einherjar by thecommodore_squid  | 71.2K | M | Bucky/Steve

But Steve was fine.

Sure, he hadn’t seen Bucky in months, and sometimes he was at the punching bag so long that his skin started to peel off to expose the bones of his fingers, and sometimes he couldn’t find the energy to drag himself out of bed, and sometimes he went weeks without sleeping, and sometimes he thought about throwing himself head-first off the nearest tall structure, but he was fine.

He was absolutely, perfectly, one-hundred percent, fucking fine.

AKA In which Steve learns how to deal with his shit, and Bucky learns how to stop leaving.

Make a Thing Go Right by hansbekhart  | 100K | E | Bucky/Sam (endgame), brief Bucky/Steve/Sam

Sam meets Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes on a Thursday night, at a burlesque show, and how it happens is this:

It's already late, later than he should be out on a weeknight, but the theme of the show was a super hero revue and there was no way he was gonna miss that. It's loud in the venue, which is the back space of what probably used to be a warehouse right near the Gowanus Canal, and Sam's already had a few. He's up at the bar during the break, watching the act. He doesn't hear someone say, "Behind!" so when he steps away from the bar, he smashes right into the guy who'd just done the Captain America routine up on stage, and knocks his drinks to the ground.

-

Or, I wanted to see more stories that captured the weirdness and complexity of being queer, in your late 20s, and trying to date in Brooklyn - which is my life - so I wrote one. Takes place in the MCU.

Undertones and Overtures by RockSaltAndRoll  | 106.7K | E | Bucky/Steve

In which Steve is deaf and Bucky is an amputee.

Bucky Barnes is studying for his masters in Music Composition at Juilliard when he unexpectedly meets skinny little artist Steve Rogers in a book store one Saturday. They both have their issues and it’s going to take a lot to understand each other, but with a little help from friends and family, they might be able to make this work.

Teen Wolf:

Department Six by DiscontentedWinter  | 4.1K | G | background Derek/Stiles

Or, five times Stiles and Danny’s colleagues had no idea what was going on. And one time they did.

- Outsider POVs are also my jam!

[fandomspower]

Destiel fanfics...

Hello guys, how are you doing? Here it is, some recommandations of destiel fanfictions because I read really great stuff on fanfiction.net or AO3 that deserve recognition. So I’ll put the titles, the summaries and some thoughts and opinions about them. Enjoy!

WARNING: all stories will probably contain smut so if you don’t like it... Don’t say I didn’t warned you ;)

-Title: “Destiel Falling” (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7570824/1/Destiel-Falling), by gaaps: Castiel went into the pits of Hell to save Dean. Now it's Dean's turn to save Castiel. Contains smut, fluff and some angst. Single chapter. Beautiful piece of art, touches you right in the feels with lots of emotional moments and a beautiful hand-writing. YOU MUST READ IT

-Title: Didn’t they teach you stranger danger in school? (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8308060/1/Didn-t-they-teach-you-Stranger-Danger-in-school) by It.Is.Real: The pointless, plot-less rom-com AU where Dean accidently sends a text to the wrong number and finds himself interested in Castiel. Contains (kind of) smut and fluff. This one is quite particular in its narration but you get used to it, with a cute little relationship and great characters.

-Title: Missing Pictures (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9615154/1/Missing-Pictures), by pelagia911: AU, A car accident leaves Dean and Castiel in bad shape, but when Castiel wakes up three months later with no memory of his life, Dean has to adjust and decide how much to tell Castiel and how much to leave him to learn again. Contains smut, fluff. A great little fanfic, with a really original story and a good writing!

-Title: Orpheus (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2364347/chapters/5220227) by sysrae: AU, The club is Dante's, the room is the Cage, and Dean is only there because he hates himself. He's buzzdrunk from the shots he had at the upstairs bar, and dizzy from the heat. Ugly music thumps his bones, the juddering bassline overlaid with exactly the sort of discordant techno-trash he otherwise wouldn't stomach in a fit. The Cage smells of sweat, sex and spilled beer, the tight space full of half- and near-naked bodies gyrating against each other and – shit, is that guy actually naked? He is, and the two men sandwiching him on the dancefloor look pretty pleased about it. Dean, in his jeans and tee, is practically overdressed, and as he stands there, equal parts aroused and ashamed, he has a brief moment of clarity. Get out. Go home. Stop punishing yourself.Almost, he does. But through the din and crush, he suddenly feels eyes on him, and when he finds their owner, he remembers why he came. Contains smut, angst, looooots of feels and fluff. OKAY THEN GUYS READ THIS ONE RIGHT NOW YOU WON’T REGRET IT. No seriously, this one is on my top 5, just mind-blowing! 

-Title: Every Inch (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8985630/1/Every-Inch), by everycoinhastwosides: 'I know you Dean. I pieced you back together. I know what you like, what you want, what you need.'. Contains (kind of smut). Again, a peculiar one concerning the narration, but with lots of feelings and a absolutely amazing writing.

-Title: Closer (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10550612/1/Closer) by intotheruins: Castiel helps Dean get through a cold, and Dean helps Castiel understand his urge to be closer to the hunter. Single chapter. Contains smut and fluff. UGHGHH this one if one of my favourite destiel fanfic! It’s quite long (maybe a little to much at the begginning?) but totally worth it when we see the result at the end. Gorgeous writing and beautiful story! 

-Title: Say Something (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4509762/chapters/10256823?view_adult=true) , by JhanaMay: AU, No matter how difficult he can be, Dean loves his son. Raising him alone after his mother died hasn't been easy, but with the support of his family and friends, Dean has made it work. Now that Ben is starting kindergarten, Dean hopes that he can finally relax a little, but the challenges Ben faces at school make Dean realize that their struggles are just beginning. When Ben is assigned a new support teacher, Dean finds that Ben isn't the only Winchester who has a problem dealing with change. Contains smut and fluff and a little bit of angst. Guys, YOU MUST read this fanfiction. Another master-piece. The author invented a brillant story, realistic and beautiful like we love them, with a gorgeous writing.

-Title: Shorten the distance (http://archiveofourown.org/works/1035468/chapters/2064625) by GhostGarrison: AU, "Nerdytr3nchcoat" and "Impala67" weren't looking for romance on the dating website called 'dateangels.com'. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn't expect to find was each other. I loooove this one, although there are only three chapters, they are really long but allow us to really connect and love the characters as the author portrays them, and it creates something beautiful.

-Title: Bloodied feathers and broken wings (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9276626), by evilwriter37: Castiel is captured and tortured by Mr. Ketch. Sam and Dean have to deal with the aftermath and try to put him back together. Single chapter. Contains torture and lots and lots and lots of angst. Well... this one... is really very painful to read actually, because as it is said in the summary, our Castiel is been tortured and it is really awful to witness (if you don’t like that kind of story, then don’t click really). But since I love angst and see my favorite characters suffer (i’m not even joking), I absolutely love this fanfic!

-Title: The Turmoil (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9843638), by my_soul_is_fire: (Castiel thought Dean understood that these three words were meant for him only. He thought he was about to be free, for he wouldn't have to face Dean's reaction once he'd be dead. But it's not like anything ever goes the way he wants.)Torn between the desire to admit his feelings and the one to keep Dean's friendship, certain he came close to making a mistake, Cas promises himself he will not try to open his heart again.But sometimes, feelings are too heavy to be carried and suddenly, he's a world tumbling down and Dean is left alone with his thoughts and too many words left unsaid, as well with two broken hearts to heal... Contains angst. Single chapter. this fanfiction is a coda from 12x12 (Stuck in the Middle with you), because I’m sorry but the “I love you” scene was totally destiel and I couldn’t help myself at went looking on AO3 and finally found this beauty! 

-Title: A Turn of the Earth (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5138552/chapters/11825306) by mishcollin: Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.Frigging fantastic.(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.). Contains smut and angst. OH MY CHUCK PEOPLE I can’t even begin to describe my love for this one! It is simply a beautiful work of art that made my cry and laughed and cry again because of all the feelings and it is a story you have to read absolutely!

-Title: Ignore the Butterflies: Best friend advise from Dean Winchester (http://archiveofourown.org/works/6564142/chapters/15018709) by impatient14: AU, What do you get when you add Firefighter!Dean to standoffish-Doctor!Castiel? A thousand other fics, you say? Aaaand what’s your point exactly??!?! Dean likes his doctor, but his doctor doesn’t like him.Accidental friendship ensues, heartwarming bonding type moments occur, and oops!friends become best!friends.But best friends aren’t supposed to feel the way Dean feels about Castiel. He knows this. So he ignores all the things that he can’t help feeling. When he sits and watches a movie with his best friend or when they are arguing about which method of coffee brewing is best, he pointedly doesn’t look at his friends lips, or the adorable way he tilts his head when he doesn’t understand.Dean ignores his feelings.That’s the way he knows how to keep his best friend.Just ignore the butterflies. Contains smut and fluff. And here is the last one for now, another amazing fanfiction, full of feels and with a great writing. The author just tortures us because of the ust but it is so worth it, the creativity and amazingness of the story is mind-blowing.

Here we go, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! I’ll probably post other stuff like this if you’d like. Bye dear destiel shippers, love you all!