E/O Drabble Challenge. Challenge prompt: Take an old drabble you wrote and rewrite it from a different POV. Bonus if you use the word flip AND the old challenge word. Dean's tied up, trapped, and facing death when his not-so-little brother comes to his rescue.

Endverse : Cas et ses espoirs. Sauf que rien n'avait tourné comme il l'aurait voulu.

Le Paradis était une création magnifique qui ravissait tous les anges. Il permettait d'accueillir une multitude d'endroits, reproductions exactes des plus beaux souvenirs des hommes. Mais finalement, ce n'est pas vraiment chez eux, et Gabriel l'a bien compris. Alors Lucifer décide de lui montrer l'un de ses tours...

Endverse : Un bref moment de rapprochement, pour un nouveau départ apocalyptique. Rien ne sera plus comme avant, rien ne sera plus facile ou réellement agréable.

contains mild pet play, collaring, spanking, rough sex - that kinda stuff. If that aint your thing please don't read. Short Wincest fic.

This is another Married!Dean fic. A cute little fall one that I wrote at the beginning of the season. Enjoy!

Dean's thoughts while breaking into Sam's apartment in Season 1, one shot

Sam and Dean are at a cafe and Sam meets a girl...Please be nice and constructive criticism only!

How much can one person change you? How much can one person affect your life? How much can one person possibly matter to you? Lives of all SPN characters along with OC ... It is NOT a Michael x lucifer slash...My first fanfic... Reviews Please! Thanks :D

Sam knows that there is something wrong with Dean. He just has no idea what, until he overhears the late-night prayer of a broken and grieving man. Set after 7x02 but before 7x12. Destiel.

A Destiel AU where everything is perfect. Do me a favour and read this xD It's short and it's a one-shot

Dean has wanted Castiel since he was fifteen years old, but Castiel would never reciprocate his feelings because he is so much older than Dean. As the years progress, Castiel finds himself watching Dean grow-up, and begins to question how much longer he can use the excuse that an intimate relationship between them would be inappropriate.

Dean Winchester is feeling jealousy, but will he admit that even him self?

Castiel is sick, and meg has to play nurse. Megstiel.

Started as a one shot, now continuing! I update as often as you will request! Dean, Cas, and Sammy have a long car ride home. Destiel fluffiness right now. Direction of the story will change with YOUR help. I wont stop the story till I stop getting help and ideas. Tell me your ideas and I will consider! I'd MUCH appreciate any reviews, ideas, or suggestions you guys might have!

Sam Winchester meets Lucifer in a dark bar, and begins to travel with him. Sex and a roadtrip to the ocean. Human AU. Sam is around 23-25ish and Lucifer is about 39 or 40.

E/O Drabble Challenge. This week we were given and interesting challenge by Swellison. Here is a previously written drabble from another P.O.V. The original word and this weeks' challenge word 'Flip' included. Enjoy!

Dean always thought he would go out in a blaze of glory. Instead, he's fizzling away.

"Cas, were you poisoned?" Dean's brows furrowed. Cas shook his head and just panted for a moment, getting over his near-vomit experience. "No. Well… in a manner of speaking, yes." He amended in one graceful change. "I'm pregnant Dean." Dean's mind stopped. It packed up and moved to Hawaii like 'hell no fuck this shit.'

Cas looks at a sunset. The Winchester brothers look at Cas. What they see is the dichotomy of both themselves and Castiel.

Dean is a little wary of Sam's pleasant mood... A oneshot set in mid-season five, but with no spoilers for that season. Slight spoilers for seasons 3 and 4 if you haven't seen them. Not a slash fiction.

6x19 and after spoilers, takes place sometime in the mid-season 6. Crowley waits for Castiel to come back on a Thursday. Crowstiel.

Got inspiration the idea for this fic from Tumblr. AU - Cas moves in next to Dean. Rated M, 'cause i don't know where this is going

Based on the Sara Bareillis song of the same name. Just a little late night cold induced drabble.

Click. The gun was empty. She tossed it to the side, swearing profusely and quietly. The gun made a clattering noise as it skittered across the cement floor in the unit. Instead of staying and listening to her mother lecture her on how not-ready to be a hunter she was, Jo had stormed into her room and down the emergency shoot, sliding into the small room she had stocked with guns,