A Fluffy Destiel Oneshot for Cas-sFreckledHunter!!Title: In Sickness & In HealthWord Count: 1006Pairings: Destiel (Dean/Cas)Description: Dean's sick, And Castiel comes to take care of him Dean shuddered, the sudden cold flash forcing Dean to grab all the disposed blankets off the floor next to the couch, where he had thrown them during the heat flash he had been having only moments before; no matter how many layers he added though, it was never enough. He had thought of calling someone, but Sam had moved back in with Amelia, Benny was still in hiding, and Castiel…well, Castiel was a different story. As if the mere act of Dean thinking about Castiel was enough, with a flutter of wings the angel was there. Picking up Dean's blankets and tucking them around him. "Hello, Dean,"
Every Angel Needs A TreeAuthor's Notes: A Destiel Fluffy Christmas Fic: Dean has gotten into the heavy drinking again, Castiel just wants him to stop and celebrate Christmas with him and Sam.Setting: After 8x08 - Hunteri H
Hunter Hayes Imagine for Molly (ShyEquine)**Imagine you have won front row seats and a Coffee House Experience pass to Hunter Hayes' concert in your hometown** Walking through the door into the area where the Coffee House Experience is going to take place, I quickly sit down at the table closest to the front; where I assume Hunter Hayes will stand. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy; I have been counting down the days until his concert months before I had actually won the tickets. "I can't believe this is actually happening," I mutter quietly to myself, drumming my fingers nervously on the table. "Hey everyone! I'm so glad to see y'all here tonight!" Hunter exclaims as he jogs through the door and up t
Christmas in Wisconsin - A Destiel Fanfic (part 4) When he was no longer facing Castiel, and they were walking back down the sidewalk, away from the motel, Dean could finally speak again. "Hey, uh, Cas?" He asked cautiously. "Yes, Dean?" Castiel replied. "I just, uh, wanted to say, you know…thanks; thanks for everything," Dean stammered. "You're most welcome, Dean," Castiel accepted casually. "No, man, you don't understand," he pressed. "I understand completely," the angel replied. "And, like I said, you're welcome. You have saved my life just as many times as I have saved yours; we are, what do you call it, even?" It was not what Dean had meant, but to be honest, Dean did not even know what he had meant when he said it. So Dean just nodded and kept walking in silence. Since Castiel was on Dean's right, Dean was closer to the garbage can they walked past. Trying to be as discrete as possible, he swept his hand a