Title: Formula Won Author: @cardinalwrites Artist: @dreymart Rating: Teen Length: 123,778 words Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Jess Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Summary: Of all the places Castiel Novak thought he would take in his career, an internship as a Formula One Paddock Correspondent (or journalist, for short) was most definitely not one of them for a few reasons. One: He had no clue what the hell Formula One was. Two: He knew nothing about sports in general. And Three: He should not fall in love with the people he’s supposed to be asking hard-hitting questions to, least of all the head driver of one of the oldest and most well-renowned teams in the sport’s history.This is a love story told around the world through the eyes of the person that knows the least about where he has found himself in. Come follow a 20-race season finding love in the lost, learning the truth, and figuring out what the hell Formula One is along the way.

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Massive shoutout and thanks to my amazing artist for the beautiful art and massive thanks to the dcbb and the people in the discord chat for helping me get this baby out as my first ever dcbb. This has been a concept for over 2 years now and it’s finally become it’s own little massive fic <3 I hope you like it and please let me know what you think!!! And to my F1 fans out there, feel free to talk to me about the sport, too! I can go on about this for hours :D

SO yesterday marked one year of this fic officially being online!!

a fall from far below

“Ready?” Castiel asks, extending his hands to either side of Dean’s head. “You’re sure about this?”

Dean dips his chin. When Castiel yet hesitates, he curls both hands around Castiel’s wrists and tugs him gently into place. “You’re fine. Do what you need to do.”

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Beginning

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Names

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Castiel’s world was currently a deep violet with shimmering silver overlaying in time to violins fading in and out of the composition that flooded his headphones. He closed his eyes, letting the colour wash over him until the music eventually ran its course.

“And that was Rather Be by Clean Bandit to bring a conclusion to our night and our new segment that we’re trying out.” Castiel smiled as he spoke, noting the timer on his right that said he had just thirty more seconds to sign off. “Thanks so much for all of the support for Hue Burn . In case you missed it, today’s theme was ‘Purple’.

Castiel glanced over at Anna, who was on the other side of the glass, motioning for him to wrap it up.

He tapped on the timer, showing her the fifteen seconds of airtime he was still allowed.

“As always, this is Castiel and thank you for listening to Campus Radio XM . Have a good night, and don’t be afraid to let some colour into your life.”

Castiel muted the microphone and took off his headset as they let the music playlist finish out the night.

“Sorry, I was worried you’d go over schedule again,” Anna said with an apologetic shrug as he left the recording booth.

Yellow painted itself across his train of thought as she spoke, and he couldn’t help but smile.  

That was one of the reasons he liked working with Anna so much.

Of course, she was a great coworker, and always pulled her weight in the studio, and had a charming personality, but her voice was a pleasant shade of pale yellow - like freshly carved butter.

Hers was one of the more beautiful voices that he’d ever seen. Definitely in the top ten.

“What did you think of the colour today?” he asked, packing up his things.

“Super interesting. I guess I thought that purple would be more like - like jazz songs, for some reason? You chose mostly pop music.”

Castiel shrugged as he picked up his bag.

“Some jazz is purple. It depends on the song. But to me, jazz is mostly blue with some copper tones in the mix.”

Anna cocked her head to the side.

“So, what colour is Blues?”

Castiel ducked his head and chuckled, not blaming her for the confusion; it wasn’t like there was a reasonable formula to it.

“Again, it depends on the song, but Blues songs tend to be white with kind of a cloudy texture. Odd, I know.”

“No, it’s super cool!” She locked the door behind them. “I wish I had - uh - what’s it called again?”

“Synaesthesia,” Castiel supplied, and stifled a yawn.

It was always later than he wanted it to be when he finished his shift.

“Yeah, that. I wish I had that.”

“It’s both a gift and a curse.” Castiel adjusted the strap on his shoulder bag and let out a breath. “See you in class, Anna.”

He waved and headed down the hallway of the radio station.

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Summary: When Castiel Novak’s sister, Kelly Kline, dies in a plane accident with her husband, getting custody of his nephew Jack should be relatively easy.

There’s just one problem.  Her husband was the president of the United States.  Instead of returning to his quiet life with a twelve-year-old in tow, Cas has to navigate the complications of DC life–from his brother Michael’s attempts to adopt Jack and use him as a pawn in his bid for senator-ship, to the Metro. 

And of course, who could forget Jack’s head of security, Dean Winchester?

Featuring Destiel, Saileen, and Jack as the sweetest twelve-year-old on the planet.

Posting Fridays beginning June 29!

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The thing is that everyone has a huge fucking crush on Mr. Winchester. And who could blame them? He’s gorgeous, and smart, and cool, and just an all-around great teacher. Claire has literally seen people auction off slots in his classes. 

The thing is that Band needs a fuckload of money. And sure, there’s not way Mr. Winchester will ever actually be allowed to kiss minors in the name of fundraising, but having him supervise a kissing booth is the next best thing. And since the guy has a soft spot for Band because of something called American Pie, Claire manages to rope him into it. 

And because her classmates are desperate fucks, and any project manned by Winchester automatically has the popular kid seal of approval, the thing is a huge goddamn success.

Which is when things get weird.

Mr. Winchester is doing a great job supervising when he suddenly decides he’s gonna man the kissing booth. Which, hey, statutory rape laws in Kansas have him legally allowed to kiss a fourteen year-old, but Claire… didn’t really think he was into that. The crowd goes wild though, which is great for business.

This is when things take a turn for the even weirder.

Because instead of some pubescent, pimply kid, a dark-haired, scruffy-looking, blue-eyed geeky professor-type walks up to the booth and slowly hands over a five dollar bill, smirking all the while. “What exactly does this get me?”

“A kiss. Just one.”

Professor-dude bites his lip, carefully dropping the money into the cash bucket and leaning forward, elbows on the table. “Am I allowed to touch?”

“Mm, I think that depends on how good a kisser you are.”

They kiss like they’ve done it thousands of times before, clerly meaning to be soft and chaste but quickly turning kinda… intense, in a way that probably isn’t super appropriate for a school carnival. When they pull away, Mr. Winchester is blushing up to his hairline, and the Professor-Man has taken to playing with his fingers. They’re murmuring low to one another, and then Mr. Winchester pushes off the booth and wraps an arm around the other guy’s waist. 

Everyone is staring.

“Uh… heh, sorry, guys. Thought it’d be fun to kiss my husband at the booth. Say hi, Cas.”

“Hello.”

Claire makes a metric fuckton of money that day.

Here, have some Cas'n'Dean. It’s what’s for dinner!

Angels: A Masterpost*

Special thanks to this post by notbecauseofvictories, without it I would’ve cried a lot due to my lack of knowledge of other types of medias containing things about angels outside of Good Omens and Supernatural. 

EDIT: Because I’m a douche bag I forgot and didn’t credit dottewa for making this post, which helped notbeacauseofvictories make her post and helped me indirectly in making this angel masterpost. 

Also if you ever need help with writing or anything like that feel free to ask me! I have a crap load of resources and am somewhat knowledgeable about writing in general uwu. __________________________

*I don’t know if you want to call this a masterpost, masterpost. It’s kind of just a collection of what’s been it my bookmarks and likes for a while. I’ll probably make a second part to this post as I find more stuff.

**If you see your tag linked on here and would not like it to be, please let me know and I’ll gladly remove it!

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Based off of this ask I sent snowprincecas: 

13.14 coda

In hindsight, it seems obvious. But then, most big things usually do. Never noticed until impossible to ignore.

“How are you holding up, Cas?” he had asked.

“I’m fine,” Castiel replied.

And Dean hadn’t believed him. At least he can say that his instincts are still intact. “I just mean, with everything you’ve been through. I know you really want to find Lucifer.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s – well, it is that,” Castiel admitted. “But it’s also… Dean, I was dead.”

“Temporarily,” Dean allowed.

“And I have to believe that I was brought back for a reason.”

“You were,” Dean insisted, feeling his heart throb in its cage. “Kay? Jack brought you back because we needed you back.”

I need you. He’s said it so many times by now that it was just easy to remind him again.

But Castiel’s shoulders had sagged. Dean barely noted it at the time, but – 

“Right,” he said, sounding almost disappointed. Weary, if anything.

“And how have I repaid him?” Castiel asked, suddenly narrowing his eyes. “I promised his mother that I would protect him, but now he’s trapped in that place while Lucifer is here, who’s – ”

He even paused to laugh.

“I mean, he’s getting stronger, more powerful by the day. And if Michael really is coming… maybe I was brought back to help prepare,” Castiel mused.

Dean had frowned. “Prepare for what?”

“War,” Castiel told him simply. Gravely. “War is what Michael does.”

Dean shrugged it off. “Well, then we do what we do. Whatever it takes.”

And he slapped Castiel on the shoulder, set off on their mission, and didn’t look back. He’s made it a habit of his to never look back.

He’s paying for that now.

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So I made this game for my narratives class where we had to build a story and make it a text adventure, right.

Therefore naturally I draw inspiration from some of our favorite characters this side of the supernatural fandom and just replace their names with other spn characters. Basically, I made a destiel game just using different names.

Let’s see how long it takes for my professor to figure out I was inspired by Regarding Dean and then took a ride down the ship rabbit hole.

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I have just learned today that my professor is a supernatural fan

Update:

GUESS WHO ACED IT

Sure! TFW have different names of course, but anyone that plays will easily figure out who is based off who ;)

Let me know what you think!

Play the game here