Oh, Supernatural fan fiction, you fickle mistress you. Out of all the fandoms I’ve explored, this one is, in my opinion, the most creative. Angels, Demons, Horsemen, and of course, Dean and Sam. Or, in my case, Castiel-who will forever hold my heart in his nerdy-angel hands. Normally, and I’m not ashamed to admit it, I flaunt towards Dean/Castiel fics. But I thought that might be a little heavy handed for you all to start off with. So I enlisted my dear friend Shirley007 to help me out and throw something good at me. And she did. Oh, she did. She threw me If on a Winter’s Night a Fangirl by DeanCastielMod (this is on livejournal, btw.) and I haven’t LOL’d so hard in…I don’t know how long.
This story opens with Becky and Chuck-Supernatural fangirl extraordinaire and God’s prophet. Becky swears the internet is trying to tell her something, send a message, and Chuck well, even after all he’s been through doesn’t believe her. She’s seeing strange messages in none other than Dean/Castiel fics-which is not something she’d normally read. She’s a Wincest girl, after all. She’s wrought with sleepless nights, and Chuck? This is all chuck as to say.
“You should get up at four every morning!” Chuck enthused when he woke, several hours later, to the smell of her freshly-baked scones. Becky gave him a long, long look—a look that suggested that while all of Sam Winchester’s girlfriends might die, at least he never said anything to them that was that insensitive. Chuck fumbled with his knife and accidentally smeared jam on the tablecloth. “Er. I mean. I’m sorry that you couldn’t sleep.”
So rather than rely on him, she calls Castiel-who’s able to look at this objectively. Considering he doesn’t understand the fic’s at all. He thinks she’s on to something, drags Dean and Sam into it and we have a full-blown mission going on. While Dean is less than thrilled to have been enlisted to read Angel!porn, he does as he’s told.
Dean flushed scarlet again. “You know what?” he said. “I don’t care if this story has the solution to the freakin’ Da Vinci Code in it. I’m done.”
So rather than rely on him, she calls Castiel-who’s able to look at this objectively. Considering he doesn’t understand the fic’s at all. He thinks she’s on to something, drags Dean and Sam into it and we have a full-blown mission going on. While Dean is less than thrilled to have been enlisted to read Angel!porn, he does as he’s told.
Dean flushed scarlet again. “You know what?” he said. “I don’t care if this story has the solution to the freakin’ Da Vinci Code in it. I’m done.”
But alas, they all prevail. Needless to say, it’s rather intriguing what the actual message is-but I’ll let you read that all on your own. This story is laced with humor and delightful Supernatural references, and no smut. So give it a go, if you watch the show. It’ll tickle you. I’ll leave you with one last bit of my favorite.
Castiel pointed again. Becky walked over and peered close: renegadeangel was online and available.
Becky grabbed at his arm. “Double click! Double click!”
Dean was suddenly at her side, not-so-subtly attempting to shove her away. Possessive much? Becky thought. Then she remembered the story she’d sorta-kinda-accidentally written and began to flush, in her shock nearly oblivious to Dean’s elbow jostling her in the ribs.
Castiel caught her attention, however. “What should I say?”
“‘Stop fucking with us, asswipe’?” Dean suggested.
Becky grabbed at his arm. “Double click! Double click!”
Dean was suddenly at her side, not-so-subtly attempting to shove her away. Possessive much? Becky thought. Then she remembered the story she’d sorta-kinda-accidentally written and began to flush, in her shock nearly oblivious to Dean’s elbow jostling her in the ribs.
Castiel caught her attention, however. “What should I say?”
“‘Stop fucking with us, asswipe’?” Dean suggested.
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