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Castiel Novak is head over heels for his best friend Sam Winchester. But when Cas is faced with the dilemma of having no place to live while going to college, Sam being the great guy that he is, suggests that Castiel move in with his brother, Dean. Which is tiresome to say the least. Dean is arrogant, loud, intrusive and he makes fun of Castiel. Will Cas be able to get Sam to fall for him? Or instead will he fall for Dean? Or will they just be...Roommates.
"Cas, I've been enrolling me and Sammy in schools since I was twelve. I think I can handle it." Cas is frowning. "It's not a matter of--handling it," he says. "The principal will be more receptive and helpful to you if she believes you to have a parent or guardian who is actively concerned with your welfare. I want to make sure she understands you are important." Dean does not get a warm squishy feeling in his chest. In which Dean is de-aged, Claire and Emma are simultaneously the worst and best sisters ever, and Cas really deserves a hug.
Somehow an easy-going plumber and an awkward anthropologist can find a way to meet right in the middle.
Sam's too busy to pick up Sarah's engagement ring from the jeweller’s. Enter Dean. He minds just a little, and then not at all.
Dean Winchester's dealt with enough lately--averting a would-be Apocalypse, losing his brother to law school all over again, the dying job market for hunters. But getting paired with a grumpy, know-it-all asshole named Castiel Novak for his next hunt? Day one-- Dean's already sure one of them's not gonna get out of this alive.
Just like every summer, Dean and Sam are tracking tornadoes. Surprisingly, it's the nerdy computer scientist that sweeps Dean off his feet.
Dean's newly single, in a new house, and a brand-new father to boot. Dean's also got this weird thing where some stranger is leaving baby clothes on his porch at night.
“The fuck…?” he grumbles to himself, pulling the carafe of hot coffee out of its holder with his right hand and steadying his mug on the counter with his left. He looks down into the mug and yelps, surprised to see something white and wriggling at the bottom of his cup.
“What the fuck!” he yells, spilling hot coffee all over the counter, when the wriggling shape resolves itself into something resembling a miniscule white snake.
With wings.
There was… there was a goddamn dragon is his fucking coffee cup.
When some asshole hits a dog with his car and drives off, the first two people on the scene are Dean and Castiel. Castiel's an FBI agent with a plane to catch, and he doesn't have time to take the dog to the vet. Dean's a musician, and he doesn't have the money. An agreement is reached: Dean goes, Castiel pays, and they'll exchange details and meet again to work things out. But who gets the dog? Sooner or later they're going to realise that having shared custody of one pitbull isn't ideal. She needs one home, not two. One stable, loving home...
Dean Winchester was a Familiar meant for the wide-open spaces of the frontier. An ad in the paper combined with increasing pressure from his grandfather to sign a contract with a Witch of Samuel’s choice was just the motivation Dean needed to leave the big city behind.
What he expects to find is a year of hard work and rough living cleansing the land of magics that corrupted it centuries ago. What he doesn’t expect is that the Witch waiting for him just might be exactly what he has been looking for his whole life.
Castiel Angelus is cautiously optimistic that the Familiar he’s agreeing to work with, sight unseen, will be a good fit for his power. He’s chosen to work on the frontier in order to escape his demanding family and their unceasing ambitions.
He finds that Dean’s compatibility is beyond his wildest dream. Their bonds, both magical and personal, will be tested to the limits as they encounter the source of the corruption and seek to defeat it, before it’s too late.