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Things Cas does that Dean complains about but secretly loves

- He stays in bed with Dean after they have sex and watches him though the night. During the day Dean keeos insisting it’s creepy, but when he closes his eyes, he’ll still ask, “Stay?”

- When Dean falls asleep in the kitchen or the library, Cas carries him to bed bridal style. Dean always complains while he buries his head in the crook of Cas’ neck.

- Cas has tried to cook for Dean several times. The problem is that he still doesn’t taste anything except molecules, so his concoctions always end up either way too salty or way too sweet. Dean roles his eyes every time, but deep down he’s touched that Cas is trying to learn a new skill just for him.

- Cas has taken to taking long walks through the countryside around the bunker. He does it during all hours of the day, so there had been several instances where a case had suddenly come up and Dean had to search for up to an hour to find him. Of course, he could pray for Cas to come home, but he loves to witness the expression of contentment and peace on Cas’ feature when he is experiencing nature.

- Cas tends to suddenly lose his ability to clean their bodies with a touch whenever he’s in the mood for shower-sex. On hunts, this is more of a bother to Sam than Dean, who was at least generous enough to buy his brother noise-canceling headphones.

- Dean will never admit it, but he likes being the little spoon. He’s still more then happy to hold Cas whenever his waking nightmares threaten to overwhelm him though.

- Since Cas has moved into the bunker permanently, he’s been the target of a lot of small pranks. It didn’t take him long to catch on though and now he gives as good as he gets. One day, Dean walks into the garage and let’s out a deafening shreak, the likes of which have not been heard in the bunker since people had still been tortured in it’s dungeon. The Impala is bright pink. It turns out to just be a glamour charm after all, but Dean still doesn’t speak to Cas for the rest of the day. He only confesses it to the Impala as he cleans her, but he is secretly relieved that Cas finally feels comfortable enough in their relationship to pull a stint like that.

- Cas has finally watched all existing episodes of Dr. Sexy. He tries to engage Dean in speculation over possible endings and relationship end-games, but Dean always shushes him when Sam is nearby. This provokes matching eye rolls in Sam and Cas each and everytime.

- Cas tends to talk about Claire as if she were their daughter and the way she comes to them for help suggests that she seems to feel the same way. Sometimes, it terrifies Dean. He’s already messed enough people up, no need for him to screw up Claire, too. But then again, he’s always wanted a family of his own and if his “wife” turns out to be a traumatised semi-angel in a male vessel with weird opinions about his favourite soap-opera and an equally traumatised almost grown up hunter in training who is also his boyfriend’s ex-vessel, well, he was never suited for “normal” anyway.

- Cas tells Dean he loves him at least twice a day. The first time, when Dean wakes up in the morning and the second time when he closes his eyes at night. Dean always gets flustered in his patented “I am a grumpy hunter and the most emotionally available person in my life growing up was Bobby Singer”-kind of way, but the mumbled “love you, too” still never ceases to make Cas smile.

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Let This Remain

Author: scones-and-texting-and-murder

Artist: linneart

Fandom/Genre: Supernatural College AU Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam/Jess Rating: Both Explicit and Teen versions available Word Count: 60,000 Warnings: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Alcohol Use Summary: Dean Winchester dropped his little brother Sam off for his freshman year of college, then dropped out of his life completely. Now, nearly a year later, Dean’s gotten himself together and is back in Lawrence to make things right with his brother. As he works to build his life in Kansas, Dean finds himself repeatedly crossing paths with Castiel Milton. Maybe the universe is trying to tell him something at a time when he’s actually ready to listen. Ao3 Fic links: (explicit version) (teen version)

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Not Your Ordinary Cinderella Story - Part Two

Moments in this part were inspired by both Cinderella, Snow White, and linneart!

Part one can be found here : http://how-about-always.tumblr.com/post/112045336016/not-your-ordinary-cinderella-story-part-one

Enjoy!

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Cas continues to walk in the harsh wind, pulling his long tan trenchcoat closest to him body, his and Dean’s confrontation still fresh in his mind. It had been four days since then and Castiel could still see the entire thing in his mind. Those impossibly green eyes almost haunting his dreams.

It was December, so he really shouldn’t be surprised that it was snowing this hard, but he wasn’t prepared for the snow. It was bad, and all he had on was his blazer, a dress shirt black pants and his trenchcoat with the acception of his shoes. He couldn’t drive. He didn’t have a car and Gabe was at work and he couldn’t just leave to pick him up. Michael and Lucifer were both working too, and Anna was still at her Speech and Debate club, and Uriel…Uriel would probably just let him freeze out here.

“Hey, Novak! What are doing out here in the cold! You’re gonna freeze to death!” Someome yelled at him, the voice carrying in the relentless wind.

“Walking home.” Cas replied, walking closer to where his friend Meg was.

“Why?” She sneered, looking at him as if he had grown another head. Castiel shrugged and frowned.

“I don’t have a ride.”

She thought for a moment, staring at him, calculating her next move before asking Cas a serious question.

“Hey, why don’t you come inside where it’s warm. You can call Gabe and tell him to pick you up after his shift is over and you can both go home.”

“How do you know that Gabe works and still lives with me?” Cas responded with a quick glare towards the smaller woman.

“It’s a small town Bard. Everyone knows where everyone lives.” She said seriously before bursting into a fit of giggles. Cas’ brows furrowed in response.

“Bard? I don’t understand that reference.”

“Just…come on.” Meg said, looking exasperated.

They walked in, and Castiel immediately frowned. In the establishment, was Lucifer, Alastair, Lilith, Meg, Ruby and Crowley, all gambling and drinking illegally. It smelled like weed in the rundown place, making Cas gag and cough. He didn’t want to be in here anymore, but it was warm and he didn’t want to freeze to death. He would still have to walk three miles to get home.

“Cas, darling. Why don’t you sit down. Have a drink?” Alastair asked with a coy alike that set Cas on edge. He didn’t want to go anywhere near the drink, but he was thirsty.

“I’d rather not, thank you.” Cas replied dryly, glaring at his long time bully.

“Come on. It’s just water.” Alastair continued to purr. He didn’t want to give in, but it was tempting. Oh, so tempting. He was parched, and cold and greatful to be warm, so instead of following his better judgement, Castiel humbly accepted the glass of water offered to him. He txted Gabriel earlier, and he should be here in about an hour.

He rubbed his neck, blushing before grabbing the cold glass. Nobody noticed the hallucinogen being slipped into his drink, and Alastair’s devilish smile while Cas waited for his brother and drank the water.

…..

He was out of breath, running as fast as he could. He kept seeing faces in the trees, their wandering eyes following him. He didn’t know where he was running to, but he knew they were chasing him. They were after him. He had to get out of here.

His eyes were wide, breath coming in short, but his legs kept moving, knowing that he had to run even when his lungs were burning.

Where was he going? He didn’t know. But he knew he had to get out of that wretche place. The devil and the demons inside were laughing and waiting for him to break down, but he wouldn’t let them. Their black eyes had nothing against his wings. His giant black angel wings. He was a warrior, and he had fallen from heaven for him. For Dean.

He kept running, his knees starting to go weak. There were creatires all around him trying to reach to him, trying to touch him, teying to kill him. He had to get the away. He had to lead them away from Dean so he could find away out if this hell. No not hell. Purgatory.

They were in purgatory, him and Dean. Fighting off monsters. Well, he was leading them away from the holy man, Turing to draw their attention so that his human could be free. They shared a profound bond. Linked to eachother in every way. In every lifetime.

Dean was a hunter. He remembered them. Side by side. The tall one…what was his name? He couldn’t remember.

He swung violently, punching his way through the monsters that lay rest here. He couldn’t stop fighting, of stop running. His wing was hurt, clawed by one of the demons that attacked him earlier in in the day. He shouldn’t have been there. He shouldn’t have trusted Alastair.

He stopped in an open clearing…waiting. Listening for whatever may come for him next. When he saw nothing, he walked.

He walked for what felt like hours, but his legs were jello so he couldn’t tell anyways. Then, like an oasis in the desert, he found shelter from the demons that followed him, clinging to his back and his broken wing. He went in and saw small, little things. Children probably, but he didn’t care. He needed sleep and shelter and something warm to wear. He could get it in the morning.

He walked up the stairs, his body trembling, adrenaline leaving him and exhaustion taking its place. He fell on his stomach on the warm beds there. There were seven, but they weren’t home.

Seven beds were all pushed together, forming a giant nest for him to lay down in. He was greatful that he had stumbled across this place, finally finding peace in the hell that reigned all around him.

…..

“Hey…hey mister, you have to get up.”

“Leave him alone! He probably needs his sleep.”

“He’s been sleeping for hours! How much more can he sleep?”

“It doesn’t matter, he needs food, and a bath.”

“Yeah, mister, you stink.”

“Henry, that’s mean! Don’t be such a grump.”

“Where’s Johnny? He can play doctor on him and clean his wounds.”

“I don’t know…he’s probably with Tia.”

“Ugh…where am I?” Castiel grumbled, finally waking up. He sat up and turned around, rubbing his eyes. There were voices…he heard voices pounding on his head, welcoming him, and making his headache only worsen.

“You’re in our foster home mister…”

“Castiel. Castiel Novak.”

“Well, mister Catsheild, you’re in our room in our foster home. I’m Johnny, im a doctor and I’m nine.

"This is Dulce, she’s nine too and she’s really happy all the time.

"This is West. He’s seven and he’s really bashful. He’s always hiding behind people.

"This is Tia! She’s six and is really annoying, but we love her anyways. She’s always wearing clothes three sizes too big too. She doesn’t talk much either…

"This is Andrew. He’s five so he’s always sleepy, but he always sees things that we don’t.

"This is Ben. Hes five too and always has allergies and he’s always sick, so he’s always sneezing and blowing boogers everywhere.

"And this is Henry. He’s four and is always mad. I think he has anger management tissues.”

Castiel smiled at the little children. In total, there were two girls, and five boys. They were all small, even for their age. But that’s probably what happens when you’re in a foster home and not an actual family. Cas didn’t pity them. He knew they probably didn’t want that, so he smiled at them instead and introduced himself to everyone, making sure they all pronounced his name properly before leaving.

He walked out, seeing a giant apple tree. He picked one off of the lowest branch before walking away, trekking home.

He didn’t remember how he got there, to the home, but he know he got drugged, and that the small glimpses of trees with faces were just a part of the hallucinations.

It was still cold out, and he had somehow lost his trenchcoat when running away from his own creations. At least he knew he was closer to home.

He reached into his pocket, looking at his phone and not finding it there. He cursed, shaking his head and rubbing his arms, heading for the street.

“Dammit..” He murmured, finally biting into the shining, red apple.

…..

“Hey Dean?” Sam asked, walking down the stairs.

“Yes Sammy?” Dean mumbled with a mouthful of pie. Sam rolled his eyes, but smiled at his older brother.

“Do you know how to conjugate Spanish vocabulary? I’m having a little trouble…” He asked, shifting. It was hard to learn the language when your teacher could hardly speak it himself. Sam knew Dean had taken Spanish his freshman and sophomore year, and was hoping he could help him.

“Oh? The great Sam, asking for my help? I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” Dean exclaimed, wiping his mouth with a smile.

“Please Dean! You know how badly I want to go to law school, and you know my grades have to be perfe-” Sam whined, looking at his older brother with pleading eyes.

“Alright, alright…I don’t personally know how to whatchamacallit…” Dean said, watching as Sam deflated. Dean frowned and sighed before continuing.

“…but you know Uncle Bobby works at Lawrence High. I’ll ask him if he can find a tutor for you since you’re not allowed to use the phone.” Dean said, and Sam immediately perked up. Sure, he loved his Uncle Bobby, but he really needed to pass this class.

“Thank you, Dean! Thank you!” Sam squealed happily, running up to Dean and giving him a quick squeeze before running back upstairs to his room.

Dean sighed again, picking up the clean, stapled paper that seemed like it held the answers to the universe.

Castiel Novak.

He knew his older brother, Gabe. They were both on the soccer team. Gabe was older than all of them, admittedly. He had graduated three years ago and was the current coach of their team and the goalie before Dean. He was sort as hell, and he was so much fun and extremely friendly, but when he was angry, you better run for the hills. Literally.

Gabe was popular in his high school days, and so were the rest of the Novak’s that ever attended Lawrence High. Yeah, Flagstaff is a small town, and everyone knows where everyone lives, but the Novaks were different. They all lived seperate, despite Castiel, Anna, and Uriel still being in high school. He would have to go to their houses, individually.

He was not happy about that. He also knew that he and Meg were close, and he often heard her talking about her sleepovers that Cas usually went to, despite his angelic appearance. So he would have to check there too.

And all of the houses of her friends since they were always hanging out.

Damn…there were too many possibilities. They seemed endless between the homes and the hangout spots and all the people in such a small town. It would take forever and this was due in a week? A week and a half?

It’s been four days since their little…interaction, and sometimes he still got breathless. He knew his name now, but he still wanted to know him. The first thing he would do once he saw him was give him the paper…and then what? Never talk to him again? No. If anything they could be just friends.

But there was more to it. There was something between them. Something electric and he could feel it. Something has been pulling him to the quiet blue eyed boy. Maybe he knew him in another lifetime…maybe…

Dean got up, quickly sending a txt out to his Uncle Bobby, asking for a tutor for Sam before walking out the door. He took his keys out of his pocket, getting into the Impala before driving off with a screech. He rubbed his shoulder, a habit he had gotten into after first seeing Castiel, and put on a determined face and his grey hoodie.

Time to go talk to Gabe.

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Not Your Ordinary Cinderella Story - Part One - Fanfic inspired by this picture by linneart

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Dean is the cool kid. Captain of the soccer team during fall, varsity football player during winter, and Little League baseball coach every spring and summer. He’s know school wide for being a jock, and a nerd, and most importantly, a womanizer. He’s sweet with the ladies, and goes on dates more often than not, yet the only one who really has his heart is Baby, his beautiful, sleek, smooth 67’ Impala.

He takes Sam to school every morning, despite him going to some fancy private school across town, but he loves to do it for him anyways. It gives him a reason to drive, and extra time to see his little brother before they’re whisked away to their own oasis of high school.

At first glance, nobody would even think someone like dean would like school so much, but he loved to go. It wasn’t for the classes, or for the girls, or to get good grades. He only wakes up every morning so he can see that one special person.

Dean doesn’t know his name. He’s not sure if he ever will. But he knows that he likes bees, and his eyes are brighter than the sky. He’s extremely, intelligent, and obviously the smartest person in the school, but he’s been homeschooled up until their junior year, when he first enrolled, so he doesn’t get a lot of the references that people say. He’s funny, awkwardly so, and it makes dean smile.

The only problem is, he’s never talked to this boy. He has eight classes, a full schedule this year, and the blue eyed boy only has three. Coincidentally, he has all three classes with Dean, and although that should make things easier, it doesn’t. Because his eyes are so incredibly blue and he can’t stop staring.

So he looks, and he looks, and eventually everyone notices his stares and they tease him, and suddenly it’s almost Christmas and they’ve been in school for months and he still hasn’t talked to him. This crush has been going on for way too long already, but he’s not gonna stop now.

One day, he notices something different.

Baby Blue is nervous for some reason. They’re in the middle of mythology with Deans uncle Bobby - sorry, Professor Singer, and he keeps tapping away with his pencil, constantly checking his phone like he’s waiting for something to pop up on the screen. Then, suddenly his pencil goes flying across three desks and it hits Dean, right in the neck.

“Ow! Fuck, that hurt…” Dean hisses, grabbing his neck. He looks down and glares at the pencil for causing him harm, not looking at Baby Blue anymore. When he looks up in the general direction of where his crush sits, he’s met with a face full of demon. She snatches the pencil out of his hands and hisses at him, smacking him in the head in the process.

“Ow! Meg, what the fuck?!” Dean hisses, trying not to get in trouble with his uncle, their teacher.

“Stay away from him, Winchester. You’ll only do him harm.” She mumbles, going back to her seat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Cut the crap. I see you staring. We all do. Just turn away before somebody else gets hurt.” She hisses, whispering furiously. Dean just blushes and looks away.

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Castiel Novak is a quiet boy. He follows every rule, he never disobeys, and he always listens. It’s been engraved in him since birth. Rebellion is bad, and only leads to sin. At least, that’s what his mother used to tell him. At the end of most teens sophomore year of high school, Castiel’s mother died in a car accident, and now him and his brothers and sister Anna, Uriel, Michael, Gabriel, and Lucifer live with their father, Chuck.

Now, chuck is a good man. Not super religious, but believes in the word of God. It helped save him from his alcoholism, anyways, and he would be forever grateful for that.

He’s been going to the local high school for two school years now. Junior year was hard. He didn’t like all of the people or the crowded hallways. The only real friend he had here was Meg, and sometimes she could be fishy as well. Right now it was just a few months into his senior year and it was hell. The only thing that made this all worth while was Dean Winchester.

He knows about Dean’s reputation. How he always has a different girl on his hips. What he doesn’t know, was how this…crush all started. He never really payed attention to his sexuality. He never had the right. It wasn’t gods will, but now all he can think of is Dean.

He started to dress better once he first saw him, in hopes of Dean noticing him. He can’t help but be like most girls that try to get his attention. But for some reason, he never could. Dean’s eyes never strayed his way, but he couldn’t help but hope. He did have three classes with him anyways.

Today he was wearing a light blue button up with a brown cardigan and his favorite pair of dark denim pants. It was after school, and he was going to Chess Club, running down the halls because he was already late when-

“Watch where you’re going!” Someone yelled, pushing him out of the way and into a nearby locker. His papers in the binder he was holding flew out, landing on the floor like he just walked through a hurricane. He looked up, finding none other than Alastair, and glared at him. He huffed, and reached down to pick up all of his papers quickly. He was late, and this confrontation was only wasting his time.

“Stupid, no good Novak!” Alastair hissed, making Castiel flinch, but he only kept running. He turned the corner, looking back quickly only to make sure Alastair and his goons weren’t following him when Castiel slips on a paper, falling right when he turns the corner and falls right into somebody’s arms. He reached blindly, grabbing onto what feels like a jacket to keep himself from slipping. His papers go flying once more, but this time it was all on him and there’s no one to blame. Castiel doesn’t notice how the other person immediately grabs onto his waist and shirt to balance the both of them, but he’s still greatful that they wouldn’t let him fall. He looks up to thank his savior when his world comes to a screeching halt, because suddenly, all he sees is green. It’s brighter than the secret clearing in the forest he goes to. He’s the only one who knows about it, but somehow, the color is lighter than the grass that goes there. He can’t describe the color, but the soft specs of gold remind him of honey and bees and the sun on a spring day.

What Dean sees is blue. Blue brighter than the sky on the clearest day. Brighter that the lake he goes to in the middle of summer. There’s no way to describe the color, other than the fact that it looks like heaven.

They stay like that, until they realize that their mouths are an inch away from each other and their noses are practically touching. Cas blushes, his face’ color resembling a tomato and Dean realizes he lives the shade of red he goes, before remembering where he is and blushing too.

Then, he’s pulling out of Dean’s embrace, the bell ringing loudly above their heads. Cas scrambles, picking up his papers as fast as humanly possible and scrambles down the hallway. Dean pouts, his brows furrowing and lips parted. On his mind is something about personal space, but on the floor is a paper. A neat, pristine paper that his Baby Blue forgot to pick up in his hurry.

Dean picks up the paper, reading the name. He never knew it, and honestly never thought he had to, but the neat handwriting pulls him out of his thoughts.

Castiel James Novak Period 7 Professor Singer Mythology Final Draft

An essay. It’s an essay. He has to give it back to him. He can’t give it to Bobby, that would look suspicious. This paper is a quarter of their final grades and is due next Friday. He has to give this back to him.

And he will. He’ll knock on every goddamn door if he has to.

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