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The first time Castiel kissed Dean was in the Green Room, right after Dean slugged him and practically broke his hand. Every nerve ending in Dean’s body zinged with energy, and a coil of heat wound up inside of him, a spring ready to snap at any moment ( Read more... )

Trigger Warning: Death/Gore

Castiel appeared like he always did, in the space of a blink, one second Tom was alone in the alley, and in the next a figure in a tan overcoat stood next to him. Together they looked down at Tom’s latest piece of art together. Castiel assumed that the mangled form had once been human, but from the way Tom had spread the ( Read more... )

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The locker slams shut and almost catches his nose, making Castiel jump back in surprise, heart leaping in his chest ( Read more... )

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The interview was supposed to be short, but Jensen was beginning to regret even agreeing to do it. He didn’t like the interviewer, even though normally he knew that he would find her nice enough, she had an honest face and a sweet laugh…it’s just that right now, he had other things on his mind. More important things, life ( Read more... )

My Sweet Sweet Candy Man
written by: Adria
inspired by: thecoffinofmypassions fanart: http://tinyurl.com/sweetcandyman
sequel to: Nightmare to a Dream

Sam couldn't really breathe. Okay, truth was, he didn't really want to breathe, and risk ruining what he was sure was another fantasy, a ( Read more... )

The locker slams shut and almost catches his nose,  making Castiel jump back in surprise, heart leaping in his chest.

“What the fuck De-”
He hisses out at the slightly taller boy standing in front of him, hand that had shut the locker with such force still pressed firmly against it, like it was a creature that would get away if Dean didn't hold it ( Read more... )

It wasn't the first time Sam had had the nightmare. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up drenched in sweat, screaming Dean's name, flickering memories of fire and chains and laughter racing through his head. It was the first time though, that he'd caught the angel staring at him, wide eyed and about to bolt.
“Gabriel?!”
Dean was gone, off at a bar ( Read more... )

“....You want me to do WHAT with you?”

The look on Dean's face was incredulous as he stared up at the standing angel, who, as usual, was looking impassively down at Dean.

“There is no need to yell Dean, I am right here.”

Dean grunted and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking up at the annoying nerd angel again, his eyebrows still high ( Read more... )