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Love Has a Quiet Voice

fic by casloveshisfreckles  |  art by correlia-be

Dean Winchester isn’t sure what to expect from the shy eight-year-old that moves in next door, but what he gets from Cas is a best friend for life. They face things no child should, finding the meaning of a safe home in each other’s arms.

Castiel Novak never anticipated saying goodbye to his best friend, but growing up forces them apart. The years without Dean are unkind and Castiel’s world is darker than ever. When their destinies tangle again, Cas wonders if Dean is the salvation he’s been seeking all along. 

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What can I say? Mark your calendars and be prepared to read a story by a person who puts passion in her fics equivalent to the passion of Destiel itself! March 25th!!

casloveshisfreckles:

Chapter 3 is up!

Wonderwall – A Cockles Mixtape – Chapter 3

 Here’s a little excerpt: 

 He clapped Misha on the shoulder as he entered the trailer. “Can I get you a drink? Something to eat?” My undying loyalty and admiration for as long as we both shall live? 

 OK, he really needed to get a grip. Jensen took a deep breath and pulled out another glass for Misha before he could answer and possibly turn him down. It was the same set of glencairn glasses they used the night they first kissed. Jensen tried not to think about that. 

 “So how’ve you been, Mish? It’s fucking awesome to have you back. Everyone really missed you around here. Just wasn’t the same without you man. Kinda boring, actually. I’m really glad you’re back. How’s West? Miss that little dude. How’s Vic? How’s the book coming along?” He looked at Misha expectantly, a big open smile on his face.

Misha coughed, trying to hide a smile. He knew Jensen tended to ramble when he was nervous. “Can I have my drink?” 

Jensen looked down and realized that he was still holding the glass. He thrust it at Misha, blushing red. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, Mish. I’m kinda nervous. I uh… I missed you.” He finished speaking softly, taking a hesitant step closer to Misha. 

“Jensen.” 

Misha was able to stop him with just the tone of his voice. Misha’s voice held no anger, no hesitation, just sincerity. 

“Vicki’s pregnant.” 

 Read from the beginning on AO3.