A Destiel rewrite of 'God Help the outcasts' from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame. Part 3 of my Disney Rewrite series. I do not own Supernatural or Hunchback of Notre Dame

One day, Dean gets a call for So You Think You Can Dance, to come back and All Star. He decides to take it, and goes to Vegas, only to find that it's a reunion season, which means the last two shows before the finale will only be everyone's favorite dances thus far. All the famous dancers are back, and Dean is forced to dance with Castiel yet again.

Based on a HC I saw on Tumblr: Sometimes when Dean is having a nightmare he cries out for Cas. Usually it's just his name but occasionally he'll cry out for Cas to raise him out of hell. Sam has never told Dean about this, but during some of these nightmares Sam will wake up and Cas will be sitting at the foot of Dean's bed whispering things in Enochian until Dean stops shaking.

"How am I supposed to talk to him?" Dean peeked around the edge of the bookshelf to glance at the boy, who was carefully running a slim finger across the spines of the books on the shelf. Dean turned back to his brother, a look of unadulterated panic on his face. "He reads." Dean sees Cas in a library and is intent on getting a date. Instead, he gets earthworms. Destiel fluff!

Bill tells Dipper an otherworldly secret. BillDip.

Dean and Cas were happy, until that damn show had to come between them. Cas gets called back to Vegas to be an Allstar in the new season of everyone's favorite dance show, leaving his new husband in Kansas. When Dean goes through a traumatic experience, Cas has to choose which is more important to him, the love of his life, or the show.

Dean and Castiel are competitors on So You Think You Can Dance. Dean makes an unlikely friend in a little contemporary dancer and they team up to help each other learn different styles of dance. Slowly their relationship morphs into something more. Will they be able to make it work while competing for the chance of a lifetime?

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

For the space of a heartbeat, the silence feels like silk; and then, all at once, it shatters under the noise of wings unfurling, and Dean is utterly blown away. T for implied destiel. One-shot.