Destiel AU: Dean and Cas have known each other since they can remember. While Dean grew up with his father and his brother Sam, Castiel’s father left a long time ago; his older brothers Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer take care of him and his younger sister Anna. After all these years Dean and Cas come closer; their passion: surfing and stargazing :3
Dean peered out of the bedroom window yet again, eyes roaming across the still empty street. Strangely, if it weren’t for the overgrown grass, abandoned cars, and the fact that there were two half eaten corpses down the road, the place looked like a normal street. A place from before everything turned to shit.
"Dean," Cas murmured, wrapping coaxing arms around Dean’s waist from behind, "We’re safe here," he kissed the back of Dean’s neck, keeping his actions gentle so as not to spook Dean, "The door is covered by the chest of drawers we’ve put in front of it, and if we need to, we can get out of the window and fall onto the roof below," he nodded downwards, running his hands up and down Dean’s stomach and chest soothingly, "the car is right down there, we can make a quick escape."
Dean couldn’t help but grimace at the fact that the car wasn’t the impala. Though it had been a home for Dean and Sam at one point, the car had become more of a danger mobile than anything. It was noisy, guzzled fuel, and wasn’t good on rocky grounds. There had been no choice but to let it go and grab a more suitable car. Still, even though the new car was safer, Dean couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to his baby. More than likely, it was still lying where Dean had left it, caked with mud, the initials of Sam and Dean carved into it being the only thing that showed it was ever loved.
From anon: Halloween mini prompt au where cas and dean are in like kindergarten or something and the teacher has them dress up and write little “journals” on their greatest fear and cas’ is loosing dean :)
Okay, so I still am battling my writer’s block, and if this isn’t good MESSAGE ME AND LET ME KNOW SO I CAN FIX IT! I just tried so hard to get something out for you guys and I hope it was worth it.
Cas’ short tongue started to run over his lower lip in concentration as his eyes stayed glued to the project in front of him. The trench coat collar from his Halloween costume was rubbing uncomfortable against the back of his neck but he didn’t mind. When his step-father, Chuck, had asked him what he wanted to be for Halloween, Cas simply said ‘a detective’ and decided on Chuck’s trench coat and a darkened fedora (like the detectives in the old movies he loved to watch before bedtime).
you grew into yourself when you became a vampire. you changed.