Undercover Destiel Ric Rec Page

Dean always thought of himself as more of a dog-man...kittens were for girls.

AU in which the apocalypse and angels and demons never happen, and Sam and Jess and Dean live together in a suburban lifestyle -- and then suddenly, nothing is alternate universe at all. Told from Sam's POV. Dean is compelled to tend a dead rose garden, if only Dean could remember why; and remember why it is so important.

5/5

Since he saved him from Hell, Castiel has been inextricably linked to Dean.

5/5

Cas makes new friends and Dean hates them a lot.

He thinks Dean’s eyes might twinkle with something like mischief for a fraction of a second before he stands, trailing his fingertips over Castiel’s knee as he passes, and slinks up to press in close behind him. Day old stubble scratches teasingly against his cheek and a scorching palm rests against the side of his neck. “Nah, I just like having you at my mercy.” (Or where a Russian human trafficker by the name of Alastair needs information from Castiel and Dean is the interrogator.)

4.75/5

When you love someone, you want to marry them. And if a proposal leads to lap sex, then that's okay, too.

Castiel would totally be into his best friend Sam, if only he wasn't in love with his older brother. 

The guy across the hall from Castiel’s new apartment is hot, but taken. But that doesn’t mean they can’t be friends...

Dean gets stuck sharing a bed with Castiel every time, which isn't fair given what Castiel's like when he's asleep. Essentially porn with plot and some laughs thrown in.

He's clearly not even thinking about what he's doing. Which is dragging his hand up and down between Castiel's shoulder blades.

Just a bit of college AU smut. Freshman Dean seduces Resident Assistant Castiel but who's seducing whom?

Dean thinks his gig as a Life Drawing model is pretty sweet, and that’s before he notices Castiel. This is how they fall for each other.

They stand still and silent for a few seconds, Cas' breath tickling Dean's skin as he exhales against his neck. With reluctance, though, Dean pulls back slightly, hearing the same breath hitching slightly. Dean's heartbeat skips as he meets Cas' wide eyes just a few inches from his own.

Castiel is a fairy. Dean is a visiting human prince looking for a political marriage.

“Is that the last of it?” Dean tosses a broken lamp into the garbage.

He channels all his jealousy into it, all the anger he shouldn’t be feeling because Castiel’s just trying to cope.