Destiel-AU-Club

Comparisons Supernatural- Destiel Castiel’s POV    “I’m not mentally unstable for crying out loud cause I like other guys,” I scream at my ‘father’ not caring if my ‘siblings’ hear me. “This is the 21st century how many places in the world accept this kind of ‘sin.’ So if I was born with this sin then send me straight to hell I’ll see you there.”    I feel a sting on my cheek as I’m knocked to the floor. I hear my brother, Gabe, shout at my father. I watch my brother push him away from me. Father is knocked to the floor himself and my brother yanks me up to

Mr Winchester and Mr Novak.... you were caught kissing inappropriately by some of our students. D - Whaaaat... not inappropriately....no.... So you're saying our students lie? And to be honest, I believe you should stick to your own subjects. I have seen you two together quite often. --------------- Those legs attached to red trainers and red shorts, muscled legs even. Pacing up and down the gym as faceless children wearing black and white, stood all in a line like soldiers awaiting orders. His white yet mud stained shirt, the red whistle grazing over it as he walked -it had been placed in his mouth a second ago- "Right Class" The husky

"Sam... I think you should leave me and Dean to talk" Castiel admitted in his usual husky tone. He turned from Dean to look at Sam but he still could feel Deans gaze upon his neck, lips.. the way they puckered when listening to other humans such as himself, his cheekbones and eyes glistening like heaven itself. 'If heaven wasn't such a sucky place' Dean thought to himself. "Yeah sure... talk" Sam mimicked them and stood from his desk, shutting his laptop and raising his hands in surrender. He walked over to the door when Dean finally spoke; ,"Shut your cake hole Sammy!", He obviously didn't realise that as he turned to see Sam go to leave

A/N - This is basically a sequel to "I Didn't Choose To Love Him" which I'll link down in the desc. On with the show. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His Dad had always taught him stuff from an early age. At 4 he'd learned that all that mattered: Was Sammy. His mother had gotten killed in a fire, and his Dad put his brother in his arms, and with that, he ran. Some nights he still remembered the smell of smoke and the shouts of agony coming from within the home he'd grown to love. At age 6, his father put his first gun in the boy's small hands. They shook slightly, with fear. But his Dad spat at him, with venomou

It was raining outside, the pitter-patter filling his ears. He watched the cold droplets run down the window, making a puddle at the sill. He raised the bottle to his lips, his hand freezing. He closed his eyes as the beer ran down his throat. Lately he's been drinking a lot, the mark making him crazy, and Sam leaving without him for cases. He hasn't heard from Castiel in a long time, the angel making him worry. Anxiety filling him to the brim, and he couldn't stop shaking. His hand quivered slightly quivered on the bottle, and he decided to down it before he could make a mess. Setting the bottle down, he sat at the desk, flipping through