Well, I'll be damned (Here comes your ghost again)
Pairing: Dean/Cas Word count: 100k Tags: stanfordera!dean, human!castiel, slow burn, mutual pining, canon divergent The story is nearly complete and will be updated every Thursday. The first two chapters will be posted on August 7th.
Summary Then: There are rumors of a faith healer performing miracles all over the Midwest. Dean Winchester knows damn well that miracles ain't real and that faith healers are full of shit, but this one... This one might just be the real deal. And he's not the only one who thinks that.
Castiel Novak knows a thing or two about faith healers and although Dean would normally never dream of dragging a civilian along on a case, he could really use Cas' expertise here. Besides, with Sammy off at Standford and John barking orders at him from three states away, Dean is pretty fucking lonely. And Castiel, with his kind eyes and his uncanny ability to get under Dean's skin in all the best ways, fits into the Impala's passenger seat just right.
Until, of course, it all comes crushing down around them.
Now: It's been five years since Castiel last saw Dean, but when he gets a call in the middle of the night, he recognizes his voice immediately. Dean is in trouble and he needs Castiel's help. And, well.
Castiel always comes when Dean calls.
