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Feathered Hills-Destiel AU- P1It had been ten years since the day his parents divorced and a year since he’d left his family for the rich hills of South Dakota. Dean didn’t miss Kansas at all, the flat plains and constant nagging from family members to go out there and do something great. He wasn’t meant for great, he was meant for something else.During the first week of his runaway, Dean drove and drove, only stopping when the Impala’s tank hit empty. Through a meandered path he eventually found himself somewhere he’d never been, and he liked it. The way when he stepped out of the car for the first time in miles, he could feel a whole new world, a new atmosphere.Soon after, he became sick of the hotel he was staying in and ventured out into the thick green pine trees outside of the town Pringle. Under the forest branches he’d stumbled across an old cabin, not ancient, but a few logs were rotted, and the inside was utterly tangled with spider webs. So he set about cleaning it u
Guardian-Destiel UA Chapter 3Chapter 3:The bed creaked underneath me when I moved even the slightest, and I knew from the sun shining through the curtains that it was time I woke up, but really all I wanted was to sleep in. I could hear Sam breathing in the bed next to mine. No doubt if I looked over his face would be buried in his pillow. I never understood how he could smother himself like that- I had trouble even falling asleep at night, and I made sure I could breathe. Slowly memories of yesterday came back, as well as the slight soreness from when Castiel had pushed me up against the wall and pressed his arm into my throat.Castiel. Turning slowly onto my other side, I came face to face with him. “Holy--!!” He didn’t even close his eyes, he was just staring at me until I yelled in which case he realized that maybe he should watch me, and stood up faster than I could blink.“I’m sorry.” He said, rushed. His trenchcoat was bunched up around one of his arms, and pressed to hi
Guardian-Destiel UA Chapter 2Chapter Two:I put my hand up, stopping him right there. “What.” Blinking in disbelief I saw Castiel tilt his head, like he was confused and maybe even possibly hurt by my reaction. “There is no such thing as angels.” And like that, my knife was back up as I lunged towards him. He was a demon, all of my nerves screamed danger.In half a second, I was pressed up against a wall, Castiel’s face inches from mine, I struggled underneath his weight but with his arm under my chin I couldn’t do much. My mistake was underestimating his strength, which was even greater than a demon’s. I wrapped my hands around his forearm, digging my nails in, my knife on the floor. In the corner of my eye I saw Sam move, and he slammed his own knife into Castiel’s back, no doubt he aimed for the spinal cord. A little blood dripped from his mouth, shining red on his bottom lip, but his hold on me didn’t loosen even the slightest. My vision started to bl
Guardian-Destiel UA Chapter 1Chapter One:“Dammit, Sammy!” I whipped the hood up, putting the shotgun back in it’s spot next to all the other weapons in the trunk of the Impala. “You let him give you the slip?”Sam ran his hand through his hair, breathing out before he spoke. “Yes, Dean. I let him go.”I rolled my eyes and let my head fall back in frustration. This case had been going for over a week and we had finally found the suspect; a lone vampire, which was already weird enough, but then it had to go and convince Sam that it wasn’t after humans. It tried to tell him that it wasn’t ever after them, before knocking Sammy on the head with a chair and disappearing it’s ass into the forest out back.I get that it spared Sam, and I suppose that’s not normal blood-sucking, monster behavior, but I wasn’t gonna just let the bastard go. Experience had taught me otherwise, and no matter how much Sam sighed and pleaded, I was gonna hunt this one and
Guardian-Destiel UA ProlouguePrologue:The first time I met him I was ten, and it was a chilly october afternoon, only days before Halloween. The houses in our neighborhood had pumpkins out and carved sitting on the pathways. Paper bag ghosts hung from tree branches and fake spider webs were strung in a tangle from one corner of the house to the next. Some of the lamp post light bulbs had been switched for colored ones and if you breathed out, a smoky cloud appeared and disappeared into the frigid air. I was taking Sammy to the park because he’d wanted to go and because I didn’t really want to be stuck in the house with Dad, listening to him growl and hearing the pop as yet another beer was opened. He was always such an asshole, and most definitely never sober, his words slurred the majority of the time when he spoke. Bending over, I picked up a fallen leaf from one of the towering oak trees planted evenly around the square park. I picked at it, pulling at the thin veins, sitting down on a bench so I c