Dean thinks even admitting this to himself is pathetic, but he really misses Cas. He doesn't feel a coldness inside of him, like he'd thought he would. It's more like an empty, hollow warmth that is clawing at the insides of his stomach and his ribcage, Occasionally feeling its way up his throat, bubbling like little stars waiting to explode. Like fireworks actually.

Merlin is a late 16th century writer, who writes poems and plays under the pen name William Shakespeare. But currently his imagination seems to have abandoned him. Arthur is the son of King Uther, but he always just wanted to be an actor. Naturally they fall in love.

I promised Emma Destiel fluff, and here is a lot of Destiel fluff, with post-it's and accidental not so accidental touches.