Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural, and will sadly never do.

The Devil Spawn of Literature

Dean scrolled though his mailbox, ignoring most of it since it was almost only spam. He rarely checked his e-mail, since he preferred to use any means of communication that didn't involve a computer or the internet. Not that he had anything against the internet – it was an amazing place, with a lot of… interesting things to explore – he just preferred the basic phone call, it was more predictable. Sam, who was sat a few seats further down the table, was reading his way through a thick book that looked to be older than life itself. Cas was just strolling around the room contemplating about something, wearing his usual grave expression, as if thinking truly hurt.

Dean scrolled on, deleting spam mail after spam mail, when something caught his eye. It was an e-mail from Charlie. He opened it, and read the short message inside:

"Check this out! ;)" was all it said, followed by a link to a website.

"Sammy, look at this. I got an e-mail from Charlie"

"What about?" Sam wondered, moving up the table until he was right next to his brother and could look down at his computer screen. "Nothing serious I hope?"

"No, just a link to some website called 'fanfiction .net', whatever the hell that is" Dean said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Fanfiction, or in slang fanfic, is fictional works about characters or settings from original works, written by the fans of the work" said Castiel, to the surprise of everyone present, including himself by the looks of it. "Metatron infused my mind with every literary work in human history" he explained.

"Okay… But why would she send it to us?" Dean wondered.

"I suppose there's only one way to find out" Sam said. "Click the link". Dean clicked the link. It brought them to a website with blue at the top, were it said: "Fanfiction, unlease your imagination". Beneath the blue rim was a subheading saying: "Supernatural", and below that, several other subheadings, supposedly the literal works of fans.

"Wait a minute" said Sam. "It says 'Supernatural'. You think that means there's so called 'fanfiction' about that shitty book series Chuck wrote about us?"

"I don't know" said Dean. "But it seems that way" he noted as he scrolled down the page. "I think these things," he said and pointed at the short paragraphs beneath the subheadings "are some kind of sum-up of the story. Look at this one: 'Sam and Dean have a heart to heart'". Dean snorted. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

Sam shrugged. "Maybe we should take a look. It could be interesting to see what our fans write about us"

Dean turned towards his brother with a stern look. "Okay, first of all: We don't have 'fans'. They're fans of Chuck's stupid books, not us"

"But the books are prophesies about you. They practically describes every aspect of our lives in detail. Doesn't that technically make the readers your fans?" Castiel pointed out.

"That's beside the point"

"No, it's not" huffed Sam, but Dean ignored his brother and continued:

"Second of all: I've had enough of people messing with my personal life. Don't people have better things to do than write fictional stories about fictional stories about us?"

"I still think we should check it out. It might be fun" said Sam, without any idea about how much he would regret this within the very recent future.

"I believe it could be interesting to see what your fans thinks and choses to write about you" agreed Castiel.

"Okay, fine" Dean said gruffly. "What do you want to read?"

"What about this one?" Sam pointed at one of the fics at the top of the page and read aloud: "'Sam and Dean finally have some down time and decides to enjoy themselves. Wincest.' Wincest? Did they misspell Winchester or what?" Sam wondered.

"Sounds interesting" said Castiel.

"Sounds boring, if you ask me. What's so interesting about reading about what we do with our spare time anyway?" Dean said, but clicked the link nonetheless. Castiel moved up behind them. He rested his hands on the back of Dean's chair so he could lean in closer and get a better look at the text that was now covering the screen. The eyes of the three men present moved from side to side, Sam's and Dean's facial expression changing at the pace of the movement. Sam went from interested to confused, and Dean went from bored to mildly disturbed.

"What is this?" wondered Dean, sounding slightly desperate.

"That is a good question" said Castiel.

"This is absolutely ridiculous" Sam said, then cleared his throat and read aloud: "'Sam had to focus hard to hear what Dean said, trying to push away the deep urge to kiss those plump lips, to slide his hands down that muscular chest and caress those firm buttocks'" Sam cleared his throat again "I… I have never felt that urge… Ever... Will never…"

"I sincerely hope so" Dean exclaimed, but couldn't stop himself from continuing to read. After another few minutes of silent reading, Dean's cheeks turned ever so slightly red.

"Dear God…" was all he managed to say. He felt an urge of ripping his eyes out of their sockets and wash them in acid. But sadly, what had been seen could never be unseen.

"That—That was… Very graphic…" Sam stuttered. Dean rose from his chair, hands moving through his hair in frustration, and stalked off to the other side of the room. He wished to put as much of a distance between himself and that devil spawn of literature as the room permitted. Castiel then moved in to take his place next to Sam in front of the computer. He reached for the touchpad and continued to scroll down, reading as he went along, his face its usual stony mask.

"You're still reading that shit?" Dean wondered from across the room.

"I find it quite interesting. I have never seen you express your sensitive side in this way" Castiel stated.

"Cas, I hope you realize that that's not me and Dean" said Sam.

"And that's definitely not my sensitive side!" roared Dean.

"Relax, Dean. I am aware that that is not you, nor your brother" Castiel assured him. "But you have to admit that it's very well written for an unprofessional writer. The dialog does have a feel of authenticity"

"Authenticity? Really Cas?" Dean said, his brows raised in mixed irritation and skepticism. "How, in the name of all that's holly, is this credible or authentic?"

"Well I do admit that parts of the dialog, and the writing in general is a bit questionable. This piece for example 'Are you ready for me, baby brother? Dean asked, but didn't really wait for an answer before he proceeded. Sam moaned loudly as Dean ent—"

"Woah!" Dean yelled. "You shut your damn cakehole right there, or I'll do it for you!"

Castiel looked confused and slightly worried. He leaned closer to Sam and asked in a low voice: "I don't understand. I thought Dean enjoyed reading about people having intercourse, or is that appreciation restricted to the form of movies and pictures?" Sam gave Castiel a dubious look.

"To be honest, Cas, I don't think the 'intercourse' is the main problem for Dean, but the fact that it's the two of us doing it. With each other".

Castiel contemplated Sam's words for a moment, then gave a slight nod. "I can see how that can be disturbing" He then turned back to reading. "But I think the Pizza man would have been proud". He paused for a moment, then asked: "Sam. What is rimming?"

Sam was shocked dumb for a moment by Castiel's words. "Ehm… Well, it's… It's licking… You know… Down there" he said with a nod in the general direction of his backside.

"Down…?" Castiel's eyes widened. "Oh. I see… Why would you lick Dean there?"

"I don't!" Sam stuttered. Castiel huffed at that and once again turned back to the screen.

Dean finally seemed to have collected himself enough to return to his brother and the angel at the computer. "Okay, back out from this one Cas. I want to have a look at the others"

"What? Really?" wondered Sam, his brow furrowing.

"I have to see that there's still hope for the human race" he explained in a bitter tone. "There has to be something better than this"

Castiel backed out from the present story and Dean steeled himself for what was about to come

"'Mpreg'" he began. "No idea what that is. 'Destiel. Cas and Dean are out shopping since Cas is pregnant with their second child….' What is wrong with this world?" Dean asked, aghast.

"That's not at all very logical. I can't get pregnant" Castiel stated.

"That's your biggest problem? The logic?"

"Yes. What other problem is there?"

"You're unbelievable Cas. Freaking unbelievable" Dean rubbed his face in frustration. He took a deep, calming breath. "Okay, next one." He cleared his throat. "'Crowley has something important to tell Dean. Their conversation ends quickly, since Crowley proceeds to testing Dean's physical endurance. One limb in particular is very well tested.' Please kill me now" Dean moaned

"Even I understood the innuendo in that one" Castiel stated.

"I'm done!" Dean exclaimed. "I'm absolutely, fucking done with this crap. I swear, I'm gonna kill Charlie the next time I see her! I'm Fucking scarred for life!" Dean stomped of in the direction of the lower levels, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles went white.

"Dean, wait!" Sam called after him, and then followed suit. That left Castiel, abandoned at the computer by the two, not too pleased, brothers. But he wasn't bothered. As soon as Sam was out of sight, he turned his attention to the computer, scrolling down row after row of perverted fiction.

"'Spending a year in hell was wearisome on Dean's psyche. Sam tries his best to make it better. He figures that tender love can heal even the pains of hell' " Castiel read aloud. "Hmm… I do believe this could be interesting"

Castiel certainly did have an eye for talent.


Athour's note

My first fanfic I've ever posted were someone can see it. Yey! Hope you enjoyed! ;)