Castle in the Sky

Castiel, who had been feeling a little put off about coming home from work to an empty house on a Friday night that he’d expected to spend with his boyfriend, smiled fondly at the note stuck to the kitchen fridge with a bumblebee magnet. His boyfriend would never admit it to anyone else, but he was a sap at heart, and Cas loved the little notes he liked to leave around their house, reminders to Cas of everything from “The dishwasher needs loaded.” to “I love you.” He wasn’t sure why Dean had felt the need to underline the words “favorite movie” or leave a winking smiley face, but shrugged and opened the refrigerator door to find, as promised, a saran-wrapped plate of chicken and rice and a slice of Castiel’s favorite pie from their friend Benny’s bakery.

He unwrapped the food and stuck it in the microwave, letting it heat for a minute before settling down at the table and eating slowly, savoring the familiar taste of Dean’s cooking, which was far better than his own. As he ate, he absentmindedly flipped through that day’s paper, reading a story about upcoming renovations of the local high school and laughing at an “Ask Amy” response to a man who was trying to impress an unenthusiastic mother-in-law.

As Cas rinsed his plate and placed it and his fork in the dishwasher, a brown tabby cat appeared in the kitchen, weaving through his legs and purring loudly. Castiel chuckled. “Hello, Violet,” he said, bending down to scratch the side of her neck. She rubbed her mouth over his knuckles and then crossed the room, sitting quite daintily next to her food bowl and looking at him with an expression of perfect innocence.

“Okay, okay,” he said, taking the hint. He scooped a pile of food into her bowl and changed her water as she happily dug in.

He then wandered into the living room, deciding to take Dean’s advice and watch a movie. His gaze roved the row of DVDs on the shelf, lingering on Raiders of the Lost Ark, which was his and Dean’s favorite movie. They’d watched it countless times as kids and as teens had bonded over their mutual crush on Harrison Ford. A smile crept onto Castiel’s face as he remembered shamelessly admitting at fifteen how much he would love to kiss Indiana Jones and how much Dean blushed and stammered when he admitted that he too would love to kiss the man. It was an unconventional coming out, but also a very memorable one, Castiel thought.

His decision made, Castiel pulled the DVD off the shelf, only to pause and furrow his brow when he noticed the yellow post-it note on the front. He recognized Dean’s handwriting immediately, and tilted his head curiously as he read the note.

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Wayward Academy

Notes: This is my contribution to the incredible @loveitsallineed ‘s Playlist Writing Challenge. I’ve had this idea bouncing around my head for months now, and it feels good to make it real! Also, thanks to @deanwinchester-af for 

Challenge Song: (based off of) Ready, Aim, Fire Imagine Dragons

Word Count: 2k+ (are u proud of me)

Warnings: Sci Fi/Action fic, violence, mentions of blood, some disturbing themes, etc.

Growing up in the hunting life, you knew just as well as anyone else that the world was truly going to end bloody and in fire, and by the way things were going, it didn’t surprise you that it ended in your lifetime. But not even the greatest hunter could have predicted that it would end in such a horribly gruesome way.

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Mr. and Mrs. Smith Masterlist

Link to the series on AO3, if you prefer!

Mr. and Mrs. Smith (Dean x hunter!Reader)

Summary: You’re a medical student and a hunter. Your parents died, killed by a demon, and you picked up where they left off. No one knows about it and you live a perfectly normal life. What’s gonna happen when someday you run into Dean Winchester, having no idea, that he’s a hunter, too?

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Launderette

Pairing: Castiel/Dean

Warnings: fallen angel, hunger, Castiel is human

Wordcount:1066

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Green Eyes and Piano Keys (Prologue)

Pairing: J2 Rating: General Audiences (will turn to Explicit in future chapters) Summary: Jared’s resistant to learn the piano, but his new piano teacher has some unconventional methods. Tags: rpf, underage (Jared is 16, Jensen is 20) A/N: I wrote something! I actually wrote something in the mess of writer’s block I have! Thank God. This is an idea that has been playing in my mind for quite a while, so I wrote out a prologue to see what you guys think? Opinions? Thoughts? Want me to continue it? 

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Warnings: EXTREME fluff.

Sam Winchester was much worse with romance than he would care to admit.

He was supposed to be a sap because he had wanted a beautifully incredible wife since he heard stories about his parent’s marriage from his older brother.

But the thing is: he just wasn’t.

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It’s that time of the year again and we want to celebrate with all of you!

Who can participate?

What should my work be about?

Cookies | Ice Skating | Christmas Tree | Snow | Presents | Lights | Mistletoe | Angel | Sweaters | Christmas Tree | + New Year’s Eve

You can pick a tag and make whatever you heart desires. We’ve included a special tag for New Year’s Eve, so you can jump right into 2017 with your OTP.

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If you have any questions, don’t be shy to message us!

It’s everyone’s favourite time of the year, so why not write some destiel fanfic while singing this is halloween and planning our costumes? After all, halloween can be romantic, too, so get your OTP carving pumpkins and lighting candles as the fall comes upon us. 

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IMPORTANT DATES

Me? Andi, you’re too sweet <3

I’d like to tag every author out there (it’s not possible, unfortunately) so I’m tagging writers’ networks ( @spnfanficpond, @lovespnwritersnetwork , @writerpornnetwork ) and kindly asking them to reblog it :)

We have lots of love for all authors out there! You guys keep the fandom alive and your hard work deserves respect! Keep writing!

Originally posted by assbutt-piee

Waiting For Superman

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Request: @mysoul4dean - Heya there! I am so in love with your writing and I have a idea that I have for a long time. A DeanxReader based on the Song “Waiting for Superman” by Daughtry. It’s up to you where you take it, though fluff at the end would be great! Thank you ♡

Notes: I adore this song, so this was amazing to write! You got your fluff at the end, along with a healthy heaping pile of angst at the beginning ;) Thank you for the kind words, and I hope you enjoy!

Italics are song lyrics

Word Count: 1.2k+ w/ lyrics, 1k+ without

Song: Waiting for Superman - Daughtry

Warnings: Pregnancy, language, implied smut, complete flangst fic.

She’s watching the taxi driver, he pulls away She’s been locked up inside her apartment a hundred days She says, “yeah, he’s still coming, just a little bit late He got stuck at the laundromat washing his cape”

You had always wondered what life would have been like, having you been smart that night. Your mama always taught you to never fall for man in a bar with bright eyes, because the only thing that rolled off his smooth tongue was lies. You promised yourself ever since you were sixteen, you wouldn’t do anything stupid. You wouldn’t fall for any of your one night stands, you wouldn’t let common sense fly out the window, accepting pleasure over knowledge. No. You were never going to let yourself get into such a mess.

But then, Dean Winchester rolled into town, and morals be damned.

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Open Balcony

Characters: Dean x Reader Wordcount:545 Warnings:masturbation, voyarism, light form of dubcon

Note: It is warm and you leave the balcony door open…

Originally posted by sweetpea9873

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And in the Night, He Speaks

Okay, so this is set in a lovely place where they had somehow magically gotten Lucifer out of Cas, and then brought him back to the bunker.

Read it here on AO3, if you’d like.

Dean talks. He talks and talks and talks. He tells Cas stories, every story he can think of, and hopes for a response. He tells him about when he was a kid, tells him about raising Sammy, about going to school and hating it, about the jobs that he started working as soon as he was able, about John, and about his first hunt. He tells him about learning to shoot and actually feeling the gun jump to life in his own hand for the first time. He talks about the nights that he spent at Bobby’s, about how much he always secretly loved the peace he found there. He tells him about his first kiss and his first love.

    And he tells him about Hell. He knows that Cas was there, has seen it firsthand, but he talks about it anyway. He talks about his nightmares and he talks about all the people he tortured, carved into by his hand. He talks about how he eventually found it boring, and how not soon after he started to almost enjoy it. He talks about what he remembers of being saved. He tells Cas all about the split second of blind white, of soundless noise, of cold fire. He talks about the flash of wings, of heads, of claws that he saw for only a fraction of a second before it all went blank. He tells Cas that he wishes he could see him like that again, not just his grace but what was undoubtedly him.

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hot mess otp aus pt. 3: