On June 6 1944, American soldiers arrive on the shores of Normandy. Among them, landing at Omaha Beach, Captain Dean Winchester and Private Castiel Novak, who isn't what you would call excited to be there.
In which Dean develops feelings for the quirky, tea drinking, farmer’s market attending bookstore owner and Sam insists on using Facebook relationship statuses as hard, cold evidence.
Castiel is a photographer on a mission to find the most beautiful thing he can and capture it on his camera. In a last ditch attempt, he flies to Paris, France. There, he finds the thing he was looking for.
When Castiel’s plans for the summer get cancelled and he’s left with nowhere else to go, Dean invites him to go home with him. It seems an easy solution to cure Castiel’s summer blues, but when they arrive at the Winchester household, Dean realizes due to a slight miscommunication with his mom he and Castiel will have...
Castiel is a lonely depressed 15 year old, who believes that dating before you're 18 is the worst thing a teenager can do. He's also a writer and quite the character. One night when he decides to go on one of his night walks he breaks all his own rules and ends up with a mysterious 19 year old named Dean. What happ...
When the Winchester boys entered into New Oak high school, they figured everything would go normally. Castiel figured his senior year would go as his Junior year did. Smoothing sailing. Little did the boys know this year would leave them all bruised. Cover done by the amazing CavasWonder at: http://www.wattpad.com/use...
At eleven years old, Dean Winchester thinks he and Castiel will be best friends forever. One day, however, when Castiel shatters their friendship in one easy swoop, Dean finds himself fearing nothing will ever be the same between them again. Now seven years later, their paths cross again and together they find themsel...
Be warned, there are many stories here that you may question. A lot. Don't judge me too harshly, I'm always cringing as it is. For the most part it's cute, but....
