So, Sam had told Dean and Castiel about fanfictions- and that people did them for the Supernatural books. Meaning that people wrote fanfictions about them.
Dean quickly scoffed and remarked that the writers "Probably did a shit job at making em."
Castiel was intrigued, and so was Sam. Who knows what the fanfictions would be like?
"Come on, Sammy. I want to see the absolutely brilliant stories about us." Dean smirked as Sam punched the keys furiously, getting up the website.
"Hold on, Dean." Sam said, and in less than ten seconds, the page was up, with some anime drawings of them as a banner.
"Impala .com?" Dean smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Is it really that suprising?" Sam replied, a smirk of his own playing at his lips. "Okay, let's see what we've got here…"
"It says you can choose characters and genres over there. What's a genre?" Castiel asked, confused.
"Never mind." Dean waved him off, before taking the mouse off of Sam and reading the genres. "Action/Adventure, Comedy/Parody, Horror, Supernatural, Drama, Family, Fantasy, Ro-…" Dean's eyes widened. "Romance?"
"Slash fiction." Castiel stated, and Dean and Sam spun around to stare at him.
"You what?" Dean asked.
"Becky told me about it. She writes it."
"Right, let's see what the hell these romance stories are like." Dean scowled at the computer, before punching the enter key, immediately taking them to a list.
"Dude, almost all of these are you and Cas!" Sam laughed, and Dean went bright red.
"Becky's on here…" Dean murmured, changing the subject, before his eyes widened. "Becky-Sam's-Lovetoy123?" Dean burst out laughing, Sam's eyes wide. "Shut up man. Let's just see one of these stories…"
"No, don't Sam!" Dean protested, but Sam had already clicked on the fanfiction. None of them could say a word, they just simply cocked their heads, staring at the story with intensity.
"Dean smothered his lips over Castiel's," Sam read. "Tugging off the trench coat Castiel wore with ease, before, in a haze, they ripped off the rest of eachother's clothes. Castiel laid down on the bed, Dean crawling on top of him, preparing to put his…"
"Okay, okay, okay. We've seen enough." Dean protested, clicking the back button, before his eyes widened at the fanfiction below it, also by Becky. "Sam/Gabriel?" Dean's eyes widened.
"What? Why would I love him?" Sam stared. "I don't love him!" Sam's cheeks burned as Dean laughed his head off, Castiel also staring.
"These 'fanfictions' are very complex." Castiel stared.
"Not really. They just stick us in bed with other people. Let's read this…" Dean abruptly clicked on the link, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Gabriel had used his abilities to create an abandoned hospital, Sam clad in a scanty Doctor uniform, Gabriel in a thin tunic that did little to cover up his genitals.
"'So, where's the injury?' Sam asked as he walked in. 'Here?' Sam pinched Gabriel's forehead. 'Here?' Sam went to his chest. 'Or here?'
"'Yep, there.' Gabriel moaned-…"
"Okay, okay, just, get off of it." Sam cringed, pressing the back button.
"Can we agree now to stay the fuck away from Slash fiction? Or any fiction?" Dean asked.
"Fine by me." Sam smirked.
"What does trenchcoat!kink mean?" Castiel asked.