green-eyed-wonder

A quick Clexa AU fic list as requested by anon

This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …

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Slice of Heaven

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Mary Winchester (mentioned), Lucifer (mentioned)

Pairing: Destiel

Warnings: Smut, fingering, anal penetration, bottom!cas, top!dean.

Wordcount: 1600ish

A/N: This is written for @i-dont-know-how-to-write’s Food Song Challenge and she gave me Jimmy Buffett’s Cheeseburgers in Paradise as a prompt - which proved harder than I thought. I have redone the outline 5 times and then I tossed it all and just wrote what came to mind which was this. I hope you like Jay cause this song was killing me.

Also this is my first time writing smut for my boys so judge kindly.

Also thanks to the amazing and sweet @ilostmyshoe-79 for betaing this for me. She is my destiel smut queen (and who got me into writing for them in the first place). Kimmy you rock!

Cas’ body was tense as he placed the cheeseburger in front of Dean. He had spent the entire day in the kitchen cooking and looking over different recipies. He wanted today to be perfect. He wanted to do something nice for Dean. He had even gathered up enough courage to ask Sam to make himself scarce for the night so he had taken Mary to see a movie and Cas was now alone with Dean.

Six months ago tonight Lucifer had left Cas’ vessel. Six months ago tonight Dean had confessed his love for the angel. Six months ago tonight they had shared their first kiss, their first night wrapped up in each other’s arms, forgetting everything else but the pleasure and love they brought to each other. Then Cas had thought he had lost the green eyed hunter for good. Just as he finally had him, he was gone. Gone to rit the world of The Darkness and ready to sacrifice himself to do so. Then he was back, and everything had been perfect. Dean had been perfect, and tonight Cas wanted Dean to feel how important he was to him. Cas was never sure how to say these things. He didn’t want Dean to feel uncomfortable. He didn’t want to push him or take things too fast. But now that the angel finally had his hunter he didn’t want to ever let him go.

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Happy Birthday Nico!

A/N: This is my first PJO/HOO fanfic ever, but I had to do it for my baby’s birthday especially since I’ve thought about it a lot. (Does not follow TOA canon b/c that would confuse me so yeah) Enjoy!

Nico blinked his eyes awake as light streamed in through the crack between his curtains. For once, he felt like he actually got some sleep, not remembering having any nightmares that night. But something was wrong.

What time is it?

Normally, his annoying “doctor” Will Solace would wake him up for breakfast in order to ensure he was eating and taking care of himself. Nico scoffs at the thought of Solace nagging him, with his stupid “Doctor’s Orders”, his blinding smile, his wavy blond hair that glints in the sun, his sparkling blue eyes that seem to reflect the color of the sky most days, the sort of blue Nico has gotten lost in several times…

No, Nico thought, I will not get lost in that. We’re close friends. It’s nice having a best friend and I will NOT be ruining this with a stupid crush.

Nico has learned over the past months how to act normal and friendly – well, Nico’s version of friendly, which means being less distant and reserved than normal. It’s a work in progress.

Nico refocuses back into reality, peeking out his curtains to see the sun decently high in the sky. Had Will forgotten about him? Nico hated how used to, even dependent on, the son of Apollo greeting him every morning he was. Was Will so integral to his life that he didn’t even know how to start the day on his own now?

Nico pushed any negative thoughts to the back of his mind as he went and got ready. Will must’ve had an early shift at the infirmary or something. Or maybe he’s giving Nico a day to sleep in for once, seeing as he complains about being up early every day. He hasn’t slept in till 11 in quite some time. He decides to head to the pavilion and see if he can still get food, even if it’s not lunch time yet. Maybe then he can skip actual lunch and train in the arena since no one will be there.

When he opens his door, there’s a note on the ground with a giant sun on it.

Solace, he suppresses a smile and rolls his eyes at the crudely drawn sun with a smiley face in it.

Gooooood morning, Sunshine!

I don’t even know if it’ll still be morning when you read this, but anyway, I let you sleep in today because I had to cover someone’s shift at the infirmary along with my own all morning.

As an apology for not forcing you awake, I wrote a haiku :)

Love, Will

Nico gets caught on that last part. He said love… Nico can only see those words, casually written by Will, who doesn’t even see how it could mean so much to Nico. It’s just a typical sign-off, don’t look into it. Nico shakes his head to clear his thoughts and remembers the rest of the note. He flips it over to read the most likely terrible haiku:

Find the green-eyed boy

Tell him “The sun will set soon”

Do it for me please :)

Nico doesn’t even think he understands what haikus should be, or that it’s more than a syllable pattern. Whatever, he reads it again anyways just to hear Will’s voice saying it to him (he’s got it so bad). On his third read through, he realizes that it’s actually telling him to do something. Green-eyed boy? He wonders. ‘Do it for me please’ Ugh, he thinks to himself. Will Solace can get away with nearly anything with Nico, all he has to do is ask and Nico will eventually give in. With an eye roll, Nico leaves his cabin to find Percy. If this is some big joke and I end up wet, Solace is gonna get it.

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After stopping at the pavilion for an apple, Nico heads to the Poseidon cabin. He had considered shadow travelling there, if not just because he knows Solace would hate it, but decided against it. He doesn’t want to accidentally stumble upon Percy and Annabeth ever again. Ever. When he knocks, Percy cracks open the door and peeks out through the crack.

“What’s the password?” Percy says in an unnecessary whisper. He’s one of those people who don’t even know how to whisper, so Nico doesn’t know why he bothers trying.

“Percy, what’s going on,” Nico deadpans.

“Passsswoooord.” He’s as stubborn and stupid as ever, Nico thinks.

“Ugh,” he pulls out the paper, “‘The sun will set soon.’ It’s like midday, who came up with this—” Nico is cut off as Percy yanks him through the door and shuts it quickly. The cabin is pitch black and Nico starts feeling anxious. He didn’t think anything was going to happen, so he didn’t exactly mentally prepare for an attack.

“Percy, what the—”

“SURPRISE!!!!!!” The lights suddenly come on and Nico is momentarily blinded and deafened by the shouting. Instinctively, he grabs his sword and swings out, ready to fight off whatever has caught him off guard. When his senses catch up to him, he registers a certain son of Apollo standing in front of him looking shocked and holding a sign that has now been sliced in half.

“Uhhh Death Boy? Mind putting that away? I spent a long time on this birthday sign and I don’t want anything else to be cut in half, namely me.” Will blushed slightly, giving Nico a shy smile and that look that always gets Nico to do what he says.

“What in the Hades is going on, Solace?” Nico sheaths his sword and looks around, taking in the balloons, banners with his name on it, and all his friends, who look both alarmed and amused at the same time.

“Um, hello? It’s your birthday! Happy Birthday, Nico!!” Will drops the two halves of the sign to the ground in favor of throwing his arms up and grinning like he won the lottery.

As Nico tries to process this information, Percy comes up from behind and throws his arm across Nico’s shoulders.

“Bro, it’s a celebration of the day you were born! You know, your birthday. Come on, lighten up! Solace here put it all together and somehow kept from telling you,” Percy snickered at the last part.

Will’s face turned red with both frustration and embarrassment as he said, “I can keep a secret! Besides, we all worked to make this happen. So, let’s have fun!” With that, everyone cheered and started milling about, music playing in the background of happy conversations. Will grabbed Nico’s hand, much to Nico’s embarrassment, and pulled him along to show him around the party. As Will excitedly chatted about all the planning they had done (it really is amazing that Nico had no idea, Will is such a blabbermouth), Nico marveled at the fact that it was his birthday. He didn’t even remember it himself, and yet here was Will and his friends, hoping to make Nico’s day special. He looked around at all the decorations and all his friends, who looked genuinely happy to be there. Nico may have moved on from believing that he had no friends, but sometimes he couldn’t even fathom what great friends he had.

His birthdays in the past had been filled with self-hate and regret – hating that he was born, regretting his actions that caused others pain, things of that sort. Even today, he felt that somewhere in his mind, he knew it was his birthday, but he didn’t want to think about it because he knew that he’d just have those negative thoughts, as always.

“Hey,” Will pulled Nico from his thoughts, a look of concern under his gentle smile, “You okay? You haven’t said anything yet. Is the party okay? Is it too much? It’s too much, isn’t it. I knew I should’ve put up less decorations. I was too excited. Ugh and you probably don’t appreciate the little suns everywhere, but it’s all the Apollo cabin had—”

“Will,” Nico cut him off, “It’s incredible. Sorry, I was just thinking… I really appreciate you and everyone else, you know, going through all this trouble for me. I didn’t even realize today… I mean normally… how did you even know?” Nico couldn’t get out words properly, he didn’t know how to express the extreme gratitude he felt.

Will only grinned, “I’m your doctor – of course I know when your birthday is, Death Boy. And I wasn’t about to let your special day go uncelebrated.”

Nico scoffed, “Special day… my whole life has been a mess. I don’t know if the day of my birth should be celebrated all that much.”

“No, you don’t get to say that.” Will stopped Nico and stood in front of him, a frown on his lips. “You are a hero and a fantastic friend to everyone here. Without you, many of us, probably even the whole camp, wouldn’t be here. I am extremely grateful that you were born today, however many years ago, because I—” Will seemed to choke on his words, turning red in the process.

“Because you…? Are you okay?” Nico was just confused now, having no idea why Will cut himself off.

“Because I… get to do this!” With that, Will lunged forward and swiped frosting across Nico’s cheek. Nico was so caught off guard, he stood there for a good 3 seconds as Will laughed, gaining the attention of those around him. Then Nico narrowed his eyes, found the cake, grabbed a handful, and flung it right at Will’s face so that frosting and a chunk of cake slid down his cheek.

“FROSTING FIGHT!” Percy was the first to jump at the cake, resulting in an all-out frosting war.

By the end, everyone was covered in frosting and chocolate cake and giggling like maniacs. Even Nico had jumped in, shadow traveling a few times to get the jump on people.

Once everyone calmed down a bit, Will came up to Nico with a clump of cake and frosting on a plate and a single candle shoved in it.

“We still have to sing to the birthday boy,” Will said with a shy smile. Nico offered his own small smile as everyone gathered around and sang “Happy Birthday” to Nico. Nico thought about each face that was smiling at him, ending on the face of Will Solace, who beamed the brightest out of them all.

“Make a wish, Nico,” Will said gently, once the song had finished.

Looking up at that face, Nico knew what to wish for. He had a great life – far from perfect, but pretty great. He had almost everything he wanted, just one thing was missing.

He closed his eyes, and he blew out the candle.


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Special Agent

For my @faith-in-dean and @for-the-love-of-dean’s July Saints and Sinners Challenge.

Prompt: Almost getting caught + Age difference (and then I added some suit!kink for you all, and maybe a little bit of fbi!kink)

Dean x reader

Beta’d by my partner in crime @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Warnings: smut, above mentioned kinks, nearly almost sub!dean if you squint (Kari’s surprised!) and kind of in charge reader (I am a little surprised myself), unprotected sex (wrap up kids, this is a fantasy).

Tags: @katnharper @deandoesthingstome @adriellej @blacktithe7 @salvachester @torn-and-frayed @manawhaat @aprofoundbondwithdean @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @mamapeterson @deansdirtywhore @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit  @tia58 @mysupernaturalfics @loveitsallineed

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You pulled him into the room after you, the two of you a whirlwind of his cologne and your floral scented shampoo. You had no time to lose getting that suit off his body. He wore it so well, nothing against the suit, but you imagined he’d wear his birthday suit even better. He was older than you, passed 35 if you weren’t completely mistaken. But hey, what was college about if not experiencing new things with new people? And what an experience fucking an on duty FBI agent in your dorm room would be.

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Christmas Diamonds: George Weasley One Shot {Requested by Anon}

Request: Hey there! If you want to, could you make a fluffy George one shot where it’s Christmas? If you do, thank you so much!

Your P.O.V

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” I heard a voice call down from the common room.

“(Y/N)!” I heard again, this time, closer to the door of my dormitory. I groaned and buried my head deeper in my pillow, while taking my blanket and covering it over my face like a tent.

“(Y/N)! You have to come down now!” A different voice said. Knocks erupted on the door.

“Go away! Let me sleep!” I groaned out. I buried my head back into my pillow as I tried blocking out the noise, ever so desperately trying to go back into my blissful slumber.

“Oh well, Fred, looks like we’re gonna have to take on some extreme measures.” The voice said, a chuckle from the other following his sentence. My eyes sprang open as I realized who it was.

“I know just what to do.” The other one said.

“Okay now, what was it? Alohomi? Alohomises? Oh- I know! It’s a Alohotines!” One of the voices said, but almost instantly being interrupted by the other.

“No no no you dumb twit! It’s obviously Alohomines! Didn’t you here McGonagall yesterday blabbering on about it to Lee Jordan the other day? The woman bloody preached about it!” The other one said. I heard a slight slap, indicating that he had might have hit the other on the arm. I chuckled.

“Oi! Granger! What was it again?” The voice asked. I heard a faint grunt of annoyance.

I also heard the shutting of a book, along with a couple of very familiar laughs.

“I’m not telling you bafoons! Just let (Y/N) sleep, you’ve been waking her up for the past two weeks! All the girl needs is her beauty sleep! Don’t you agree, George?” Hermione said.

My heart lept with joy thinking about George. You see, George and I have been dating for about 6 months now. He’s the greatest person I’ve ever met. Despite his mischievous acts, he always finds time to settle down with me and be a romantic. A hopeless romantic at times, but he’s as sweet as chocolate. I listened closely as the conversation outside continued, while taking off the blanket slowly.

“ITS ALOHOMORA!” A low and raspy voice shouted, whom I immediately indicated being Ron. I heard laughs and the sound of a smacking as the twins cheered. I let out a laugh, causing everyone to go quiet down in the common room.

“Listen George, she’s awake!” Fred excitedly exclaimed. I could tell that George was smiling, since Fred started teasing him about the shade of red growing onto his cheeks.

Alohomora.” George carefully whispered.

The lock slowly clicked as it unlocked, revealing the twins pushing the door and walking through.

I was fully awakened by the loudest alarm I’ve ever heard in my life.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! WAKE UP! ITS CHRISTMAS!” Both of them shouted, as they started shaking my bed, causing me to sit up right away.

“ITS CHRISTMAS!” Fred shouted, a fluffy Santa hat on his head, while he blew a little green tube that belted out Christmas bells.

I struggled to sit up, my elbows supporting me as my eyes slowly opened to the sight of the most loudest, yet most lovable twins I’ve ever met.

“GEORGE, WHAT DO THOSE MUGGLES SING AGAIN?” Fred yelled once again, while throwing red and green glitter all over the dormitory. I groaned at the thought of cleaning it up later.

“THAT JINGLE BELL SONG!” George shouted, a huge and great smile plastered onto his face as he looked at me.

JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE ALL THE WAY! OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE ON AN ONE HORSE OPEN SLEIGH, HEY!” They both sang, while honking small horns at also brought out the sound of Christmas bells, along with a chime here and there.

“Well good morning to you too.” I chuckled, a smile growing onto my face.

“Good morning (Y/N)! Merry Christmas!” Fred happily exclaimed, hugging me tightly as I continue to sit on my bed.

“A big Merry Christmas to you as well, Fred.” I sweetly say back to him, hugging him tighter as he sneaked a kiss on my cheek, winking at George afterwards.

“Come down to the common room quickly, (Y/N)! There’s loads of presents and hot chocolate waiting for you!” Fred shouted as he left the dormitory, leaving George and I alone.

“Well hello.” I said to George, winking at him and smiling afterwards. He squatted beside the bed and looked at me.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” George replied. His gaze focused on my lips, as his wand twirled and a green plant appeared above us.

“Look.” He said. My head tilted up as I saw a little green, and somewhat sparkly plant grow above us. It took it’s beautiful shape and appearance just seconds after it was formed.

“It’s beautiful.” I said, chuckling and fixing my gaze onto George’s beautiful brown eyes.

“Do you know what it’s called?” He curiously said.

“I’m sorry, Hermione told me all about these last night and I couldn’t really pay attention. She went on talking about Christmas jingles and things like that, I got mixed up.”

I laughed.

“It’s called a mistletoe.” I told him.

“When two people are under a mistletoe (I looked up again), they kiss.” I winked at him, while biting my lip. His focus went back onto my lips.

“I like the sound of that.” George said, slowly leaning into me.

“Come here, handsome.” I chuckled at him, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, as I leaned into him.

His sweet lips collided with mine, as we both smiled into the kiss. Our lips were moving in synch. Nothing could be better than this.

His hand went up to cup my cheek, as his other went around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“I (kiss) love (kiss) you (kiss).” George said, in between kisses.

We softly put our foreheads together, as grins slowly plastered onto our faces, giggles coming afterwards.

“Merry Christmas, George.” I said, biting my lip. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek in response. I leaned into my ear, and whispered,

“I think it’s time to open your presents.”

His arm snaked under my blanket, around my legs, while his other snaked around my back. He lifted me up into his arms, as I gasped in surprise.

“George Weasley! Put me down this instant!” I squealed, trying to squirm out of his grip.

“No can do love.” He teasingly said as he tightened his grip around my back, making sure I was secure in his arms. I rolled my eyes and gave me a kiss on the cheek, as I left the blanket on my bed.

He carried me bridal style out of the dormitory, and down the stairs into the common room. My feet did hit a couple walls along the way, but everything was fine.

George set me down on the couch in front of the fireplace, which was brightly lit, allowing a great warmth to spread around the room.

As I sat down, I was greeted by a massive group hug from Harry, Ron and Hermione.

“Merry Christmas (Y/N)!” Harry and Ron chimed, as they both wrapped their arms around me.

“Merry Christmas to you as well.” I sweetly said, hugging the little buggers back as a smile grew onto our faces.

“Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.” Hermione said, both of us laughing afterwards. She pulled me into a hug, the feel of our friendship coming upon us.

She sat down next to me as George wrapped his arm around me, protectively, as the commencement of the present opening was beginning.

“The first one goes too, may I have a drum roll everyone?” Fred said, clutching a red box in his hand.

We all started drumming on our laps, grins awaiting the announcement of the name.

“Mr. Harry Potter!” Fred exclaimed, handing the red box to the green eyed wonder.

“It’s from Hermione!” Harry cried out, his fluffy hair getting into the way of his eyes. Hermione chuckled as he opened the box, his jaw immediately dropping.

“You couldn’t have!” Harry surprisingly said, his hands digging into the box.

“What’d she get you, mate?” Ron said, leaning towards Harry but getting pushed away by an eager Fred.

“YOU GOT HIM A SIGNED PICTURE OF THE CHUDLY CANNONS?!” Fred yelled, the same face of astonishment on his face similar to Harry’s. Ron’s reaction soon came in afterwards.

“NO WAY! THAT MUST’VE COST A FORTUNE!” Ron shouted as Harry carefully pulled the picture out of the box, grinning like crazy and his eyes almost glistening.

“Hermione, how did you-”

“No questions. Just, Merry Christmas.” She simply said.

“Alright then… erm … next one goes too….”

Throughout the hours of handing out gifts we all laughed and gasped in surprise. Ronald had received yet another maroon sweatshirt from his mother, along with George and Fred receiving green ones. Hermione had gotten a book about the History of Transfiguration, and the development of the Remembrall from Ron, which she seemed to love. Harry had gotten a little necklace with the golden snitch on it for me, with the fair scent of roses on it, those were my favorite.

Fred had gotten an all expense wizarding prank set from Hermione, which he immediately chatted away with George about, while poking and playing with the materials inside. We all sipped away our hot chocolate, as we approached the final gift under the enchanted Christmas tree.

“And the last one goes too, drum roll everybody?” Fred said, with his Santa hat a little lop sided.

The drumming noise had started against our thighs, but stopped as Fred was reading the name.

“(Y/N)!”

It was a quite small box, it was black. It seemed as if it held some kind of jewelry in it, but I didn’t get my hopes up.

It had a little ribbon on it, which contracted the message,

To (Y/N), From George.” Incursive.

I smiled at him as I bit my lip and carefully opened the box, making sure nothing spilled out.

My eyes met with the most beautiful piece I’ve ever seen in a while.

Within the thin black case, was a glistening necklace. It was bright white, and was incrusted with diamonds. It’s complex shape only made it more beautiful, and stunning to my eyes. I noticed something on the collar of it, and I saw a couple words written on it.

Taken by surprise, I took a closer look.

I’m so sorry I spilled pumpkin juice on you!” ,was written in small letters on the collar. These were the first words George had ever said to me. About 4 years ago, while I was speaking with Hermione about the Potions midterm, George had accidentally spilled some pumpkin juice on me, while chatting away with his friend, Seamus Finnigan. That was the first time our eyes had met one another, giving away the love we would be brewing up later on.

“Oh George..you shouldn’t have…” I said, my eyes watering as I looked up at him. His arm wrapped around my even tighter, as his forehead pressed up against mine.

“I love you so much (Y/N).” He whispered to me. His lips softly pressed against my forehead as he pulled me into a hug.

I closed the case and looked at it closer.

“Swarovski? How did you get this? It’s a muggle brand-”

“Hermione helped me.” He said, flashing a great smile.

“She sent a letter to her parents explaining everything about what I wanted to give you, and they mailed it back.” He continued on. Hermione hugged me from behind, while I hugged her back.

“You truly are one of a kind, Granger.” I said to her, laughing afterwards.

“Put it on!” She happily squealed out.

I pulled my hair back as she wrapped the necklace around my neck, the soft click of the both ends indicating that it was successfully on.

“It looks brilliant, (Y/N).” Ron said. He leaned in closer as his fingers crept onto the necklace, studying the jewels as George smacked his hand away.

“I love you so much, Weasley.” I smiled at George.

“I love you too.” He tilted my chin upwards and planted a sweet kiss on my lips, both of us smiling into the kiss like before.

“Now, who’s up for chocolate tarts in the Great Hall?”

Storm’s Eye. Part 2

Masterlist  War Machine Part 1

Characters: Dean, Reader and mentions of Sam.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Maybe some swearing. A little angst.

Summary: Dean is still not awake, reader is reliving their memories to help her cope with the trauma.

A/N: I honestly don‘t know where I’m going with this series and I’m just writing as it comes to me. So please leave me feedback, i appreciate it so much. As always, thank you for reading and i hope everyone enjoys. Happy almost weekend!!

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Here’s another one-shot by the very talented Fem! 

(If you like this, and a whole bunch of other work I’ve posted by Fem here, give her a follow and requests! She’s literally the best person ever)

“Can you do a one-shot where the reader saves Cas from a ring of Holy Fire?”

-ANONYMOUS

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Big Time Rush- Windows Down in Columbus, Ohio 7/5/12

1:18 Pay close attention to Kendall.

I say we all try to figure out what the hell he’s doing, because I just….I just don’t know.

SO ADORABLE, IT’S STUPID.

Just Dating Chapter 2

Ao3 / FF 


Not bad. It’s her first judgement, and a quick one but Annabeth prides herself on reading people. The first day he met Piper Annabeth called her and Jason falling for each other from a mile off, so she doubts she’s wrong now.

Now that she’s standing in front of him it’s much easier to look him over. His collar is stiff and there are still creases in it from where it was folded, giving her the impression it’s new and yet to be washed. The knot of his tie has wrinkles that look like he’s re-tied it several times, he’s missed a loop with his belt, and one side of his shirt has come untucked from his pants. His hair is a mop of unruly locks that look like there’s been an attempt to tame them with water or spit but one that’s ultimately failed. There’s also an energy about him, one that makes her feel like he’ll spend the night tapping his foot or drumming his fingertips on the table. What grabs her attention the most are his striking green eyes, like the waters of the ocean after a storm, and Annabeth mentally chides Piper for not using this as her selling point. Piper knows all too well Annabeth has a weakness for green eyes.

“Hi, Percy, I’m Annabeth.” She holds out a hand and he gives it a tentative shake.

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In Which Cas Googled Love

Contrary to popular belief- mainly the common belief held by Dean and Sam- Castiel knows exactly what love is.

He Googled it.

Cas’s brow furrows as he squints at the webpage on Sam’s laptop. He would be mad to know that Cas is using it without his permission, but Cas figures that what Sam doesn’t know won’t kill him.

According to the web results of “what is love,” the response of “baby don’t hurt me” seems to be the top answer. Shaking his head, Cas knows he doesn’t understand this seemingly widespread joke, and instead clicks on the page titled “How To Tell If You’re In Love.” His eyes skim down the screen:

1. Is this person always on your mind, from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep?

Yes, Cas is always thinking of Dean. He’s constantly worried about the green-eyed hunter, left wondering why one being in all of creation can make his heart flutter like his wings do when he’s cold. At first, Cas had thought he was dying of an irregular heart condition, before he attributed it to becoming human. But even so, this strange fluttery feeling always occurred when Dean was nearby. Cas had sincerely hoped he wasn’t growing allergic to Dean. Thank goodness it wasn’t possible to become allergic to a person.

2. Does this person make your heart beat faster?

Cas nods. Yes. He would not be surprised if he keeled over one day when Dean walked though the door.

3. Do you find yourself sacrificing a lot for this person’s happiness?

Well, considering that he had turned his back on all of Heaven, had scorned his superiors, and rebelled against the very core principles he was taught… Yes, Castiel had sacrificed everything for Dean. And it was completely worth it. It was worth seeing Dean’s eyes crinkle when he grinned- especially when he grinned at Cas for one reason or another. It was worth being able to see the constellations of freckles on Dean’s face, and it was worth hearing his hearty laugh. There was so much that Dean deserved, there’s still a lot he deserves. But to Cas’s frustration and Dean’s refusal to see himself deserving of anything really, he has remained too accepting of dire circumstances.

“Hiya, Cas.” Castiel jumps as he hears Dean’s voice, shutting Sam’s laptop quickly, as if it had personally offended him. Dean chuckles at his deer-in-headlights expression. “Man, if you’re looking up porn on Sammy’s computer, he is gonna be so pissed.” Grinning, he takes a swig of beer.

Cas’s face burns as he looks down at the closed laptop. “I was not looking up inappropriate videos, Dean.”

“Sure thing buddy,” he says, winking.

Cas feels like he nearly has a heart attack. He slumps in his chair miserably. Of all the things Dean believes he is undeserving of, love is at the top of the list. Additionally, all of Dean’s denial of male attraction makes Cas’s heart feel constricted. Like a huge rubber band is being twisted tighter and tighter around his heart. If this is love, then Cas wishes for it to disappear.

“Hey, I was just kidding, you know?” Dean says, concern etched across his face as he sits next to Castiel. “I know you don’t really-”

“It’s not that,” Cas says quickly.

“Well, what is it?” Dean shifts closer to Cas, their knees brushing under the table. Cas nearly has another heart attack. Surely this can’t be love, but an illness? And it hurts so much! Cas rubs a hand over his aching, fluttering, no-good heart, wishing for it to just shut up and beat like it should.

“I am in love,” he says finally. There, he said it. Before Dean responds, Cas buries his face in his hands. “I don’t like it. It hurts so bad. My chest aches and I feel so- hopeless all the time.”

“Love’s not all bad, Cas,” Dean says finally, in a low voice. “It can be really wonderful.”

“It is not wonderful right now. The person of my affections has vehemently denied any attraction whatsoever.” Cas looks at Dean seriously. “How can I get rid of it?”

“Get rid of what?”

“This love, how do I get rid of it?”

“Cas,” Dean says incredulously, “why do you want to get rid of it?”

He says nothing, staring miserably at the laptop. “Because I can’t- I can’t be in love with this person.”

“Oh,” Dean says softly. “Who?”

“Whom, Dean.”

“Damn it Cas,” he chuckles weakly. “You know what I mean.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Cas says sulkily. “Will you help me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Dean says, perking up. “You gotta avoid them. You know, just stop thinkin’ about them. It’s hard, I know, but they don’t matter anymore. If they try to talk to you, then you brush ‘em off like you don’t give a crap about 'em.”

Cas frowns. “That seems very cruel, Dean.”

“Well, they’re being cruel.”

“Whatever,” Cas says, employing Dean’s advice. It hurts worse than before, but Dean said it would work… He doesn’t look back to see Dean’s expression.

. . .

For the rest of the week, Cas has been doing exactly what Dean said. Every time Dean tried to speak to him, he would offer short responses and abruptly leave the room. He tried his hardest to stop thinking about Dean- he really did. So instead of sitting idle and daydreaming of a certain occupant of the bunker, he would read a book in the library. Books about everything and anything.

If the books became boring, Cas turned to the Internet- cat videos and nature documentaries. He watched cats doing all kinds of things- jumping, falling, playing, sleeping, meowing, cuddling… Something he wished he could do with Dean.

No! He must not think of him. He doesn’t matter as much anymore. Cas closes Sam’s laptop again, burying his face in his hands. It hurts- it hurts him so badly to brush Dean off in this manner. No amount of cat videos and books of lore could make it go away.

Sighing, he shuts Sam’s laptop, and heads to the kitchen to make himself coffee. It’s late, and the coffee will keep him up, but he’d eventually reach the point when he’d be too tired to dream up a fantasy about…

Cas glares at the coffee pot. He’s decided. Being human really sucks sometimes. The urinating, the eating, and especially unrequited love. Unfortunately, the coffee pot isn’t responsible for his predicament. In fact, the coffee pot doesn’t deserve his death glare. The coffee pot has done nothing but serve him when he needs a hot beverage to wake up or calm down.

The soft padding of feet reaches Cas’s ears as he pours a mug of coffee. It’s Dean, he knows it by his footsteps- a rhythm he knows all too well. His chest tightens again and his heart beats painfully.

“Cas,” Dean says in a stony voice.

He doesn’t answer, turning around instead and raising an eyebrow at Dean as he sips his coffee. He saw it in a movie once.

Dean’s face reddens as he opens his mouth angrily. “What is your problem!?” He demands.

Cas simply shrugs, looking away at nothing.

“Damn it Cas! Look at me!” Cas’s shoulders are gripped and pulled around roughly, so he’s practically nose to nose with Dean.

His heart beats faster- no, it’s not even separate beats now. It’s a steady thrum.

“Cas?” Dean asks softly, gently. The flesh around his intensely green eyes softens as he stares into Cas’s.

Cas swallows nervously, completely forgetting his charade. “Yes, Dean?”

“Are you in love with me?”

But Cas doesn’t answer, because Dean didn’t wait for the answer. Dean kisses him sweetly, silencing him effectively with his lips. After a brief moment of shock, Cas kisses back, slowly and gently.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Dean whispers in his ear. Cas shivers, his heart racing, beating for Dean Winchester.

Words: 3684

Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff

Author:  Mars

Summary: A day on the Beach with your crush, Dean Winchester.

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There’s a reason you fell for Dean Winchester.

It might have something to do with his Impala, or his eyes, or the his endless stomach. But there’s just something about the Righteous Man that hit you in all the right ways that made you fall for him hard, that caused this crush (except it was more tan that) to blossom and bloom.

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