Notes: First Destiel Fic, and first AU. Don't kill us. Please?

Thank you to the wonderful Starwarrior72, Who is made of more awesome than anyone else I know. Luvs ya, Beth!

Disclaimer: Simon and I don't own Supernatural. We are currently in the process of buying it though. Our current bit is a Cookie, the Encyclopedia Britannica, and the remains of the Titanic. Not that we actually own any of these things, but they don't need to know that.

Spoilers: Umm... Castiel Exists? They kill the YED? Really nothing past season 4.

Warnings: Umm... Gabriel, (Because he needs his own warning) Mild swearing, nothing above a low T, Flamboyancy (On Gabriel's part), and a couple of gay relationships? if that's a warning.

Dean sighed. It had been two years since he was cast into the role of Jensen Ackles on the hit TV show Supernatural, and stress was higher than ever. As he walked back to his trailer, he dreamed of the season finale, where Jensen, and his brother Jared, would face off against the yellow - eyed demon and triumph. the plot for that ep was so UNoriginal! He would have to see if the writers could spice it up a bit.

He was forcefully pushed out of his thoughts by his assistant, and friend, Cassie.

"Great work today, Dean!" she declared

"Thanks, Cassie." He replied without much gusto

"You sound a little under the weather today, wanna talk about it?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks though."

"Nice try," She maintained, "But that won't work. I've known you long enough that I can tell when something's bothering you, so spill."

"It's seriously nothing, Cass. I'm just a bit stressed right now."

"Maybe this will help."

She held out a parcel. I was medium sized, and was neatly wrapped. It looked sort of...Squishy.

"Fan mail or something, I think. Came in from Ontario, must have cost a fortune to ship."

"What is it?"

"Open it and find out!" She laughed. "Don't worry, I scanned it, It won't hurt you. Oh, and I brought you some coffee"

"Lifesaver." Dean muttered affectionately

"And you know it."

He grinned and left. Walking, he shivered. Vancouver was unseasonably cold this year. He wished he was wearing his heavy jacket. As he opened the trailer door, a considerably girl-ish scream blasted his eardrums.

"At least knock!" shouted Sam Morgan, his Co-Star. He was standing with just a towel around his waist, and it looked like he had just gotten out of the shower.

"Dude, what are you doing in my trailer?" questioned Dean, slightly miffed.

"YOUR trailer is the next one over."

"Oh, sorry. Just a bit distracted today. I'll leave now."

"Okay. Maybe come back later? We can have a few drinks, maybe watch the game. Sound alright?"

"Sure, man, that sounds awesome."

Sam waved goodbye and Dean left. When he reached his OWN trailer, he sat down, relishing the warmth. Then he remembered the package.

Inside the parcel was a neatly rolled scarf. it was blue and green, looked homemade and was very warm and fuzzy. There was a note, too.

'Mr. Winchester,' it read,

'Because I know how cold winters in Canada can get.

Hand made of Norwegian wool. I would tell you what kind, but I can't read the package.

Castiel Novak'

Dean Smiled and slung the scarf over his shoulders.

What do you think? Keep this story going or dump it into a ditch? We await your comments.

DFTBA,

Max and Simon