Just as the title says. Dean and Castiel one shot. Enjoy.

Lucifer and Michael are captured by the Winchesters but while there, Lucifer decides to have a little fun by telling a little tale. Dean and Sam are quickly horrified. Michael/Lucifer

Dean gets deep, Sam freaks out. "You're right, Sam, we shouldn't be hunters, we should be ordinary guys. Who says we're better than monsters?" Dean shrugged. "Maybe they're higher on the evolutionary scale." He paused. "Wow. I just blew my own mind." Is it hex bags? EMF? Patchouli?

'Balthazar só queria que aquela lenga-lenga dos infernos acabasse.'

Cas and Dean share a profound bond. They needed each other, in more ways than one. Destiel. I don't own anything.

'Não era normal, mas e daí [?] '

Jensen quer reforçar os laços com sua esposa após a notícia da gravidez. Mas existe Jared. "Por que não me deixa viver o meu final feliz também?" *Padackles, RPF - Especial PCA 2013*

This week's E/O challenge wasn't a word, but a phrase: "This might sting." We're taking a little trip back through time with Mary, Sammy and a certain yellow-eyed monster.

'Ele mesmo era a Kriptonita de Castiel.'

E/O Challenge. Set sometime during season seven; between Death's Door and Repo Man. Summary: Sam's hurt and Dean is taking care of him. Chapter eleven: Redefining Awesome. Triple Drabble: When you've had to make do with next to nothing, a little bit of something can be awesome. Chapter twelve: Like a Charm. There is just something magical about a wounded/sick/sad Sam.

Dean and Castiel have been living together for close to a year when on a random Saturday morning, Dean goes on a hunt out-of-state with Sam. He gets home late that same night, and finds Cas waiting for him with a surprise that makes his blood run cold.

Quando resolveu atender ao pedido do seu pai e ir à procura do seu meio-irmão, Dean não podia imaginar o que o destino lhe reservara... Wincest / AU

"I was just a little late…I've always been just a little late." Castiel whispered back as he looks down at his and Dean's hands. He intertwines their fingers and raises the joined hands to kiss the back of Deans. "I'm so sorry."

Sam gets a visit from Castiel while he's tied up in Bobby's panic room, working the demon blood out of his system. While he struggles to separate reality from hallucinations Cas has some things he wants to do and say to Sam.

Destiel Queer As Folk!AU Dean takes Castiel to his prom, unfortunately things go wrong. Rated M for sexual references and swearing. Warnings: Homophobia and talk of drugs.

Companion piece to TomiSama04's beautifully written We Found Love. (I own none of these characters and all that.) Mild tw for self harm. We see what Lucifer has never shown anyone before, and never intends to.

E/O Challenge - Dean certainly didn't mean to make his four-year old brother trip and face plant in the motel's parking lot. But that's what had happened.

Written with the prompt 'curtains', given to me by cloudwatchingangels on Tumblr. Apparently, Adam's finding it hard to stay off the floor this morning. And Samandriel unintentionally makes it as awkward as possible.

An angsty tale in which Cas reveals a secret to Dean that he's been hiding for many months.

Castiel finds God. So he goes to Dean to celebrate. PWP. Destiel.

Dean and Castiel have gone through everything. This is their story. Poetry. Dean/Cas. I don't own Supernatural.

Based on the prompt of what would happen if Dean went with Castiel instead of Lisa and Ben after the Swan Song. Multi-Chaptered and a bit dark so get ready for feels.

What would happen if Sam and Dean Winchester were to ever fall in love with the same girl? My story is about the time that Sam left when Dean killed his supernatural friend and lied to him about it. It tells what happened to Sam at this time and how he meets the girl they both eventually fall in love with.

Challenge Phrase: "This Might Sting" Maybe Dean should look closer before choosing which animals to shoo away...

He didn't know how to sum up all of the reactions his body was having, didn't know what to call them, if there even was a name. There was a single mantra repeating in his head: angels could not feel. Angels could not feel. Angels could not feel. Castiel felt.