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BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES THAT IS IT EXACTLY.

Stay outta that particular closet, Dean.

I’m gonna exclude any co-writes I’ve done, since I’m pretty sure the openings we written by my fellow co-writers and not me :p 

PATTERNS: So, apparently I do this thing where it’s either one elongated sentence linked with a bunch of commas or short sentences with a bunch of full stops? It’s a creative decision though. The elongated ones tend to be more descriptive, I guess? The shortened one, I’ve learnt usually helps set the tone - urgent or not, for example. 

Apparently I don’t start with dialogue :p Never really noticed that until now haha. 

Idk if I spot anything else? 

I’m Glad I Met You:  The aroma of caffeine greets Will as he steps out of the bedroom and pads down the hallway in his woolly socks to the living room.

It’s Always Darkest Before Dawn:  His hands are shaking. His hands are shaking and he can't stop it and if he doesn't get his shit together, Dean's gonna see it. He can't let Dean see it. He's been good.

Bleeding Out:  If he really had to choose, that is, if he ever had a choice between fighting in New York or DC winter versus middle of bumfuck, nowhere in a forest covered head to toe in snow, he’d choose New York and DC.

Photograph:  Will subtly shifts his eyes to the right, spotting Ethan just as he lifts his professional looking camera to click a picture of a young woman – dressed in a skin tight velvety purple gown with a slit going midway up her left thigh – with her arms hugging the neck of a bald, bespectacled man (who’s at least above the age of 55 by Will’s analysis).

I Got Your Back:  It takes him about five tries before his eyes finally catch up to his commands and slowly, but surely, blink open. Still feeling sluggish, Ethan frowns, wondering what it is that woke him up. He's still in Kashmir, he thinks, assessing his surroundings. As the rest of his senses catch up (he hates being medicated) he hears a voice he'd recognize anywhere.

Will You Hold Me Tight And Not Let Go:  A jog turns into a sprint, relief and playful banter turn into bone chilling horror and a yell of fear as Ethan spends the last vestiges of his energy running towards the only person he’d do absolutely anything in the world for.

For The Greater Good:  Ethan never knew he was capable of fidgeting. Yet, he came to realize, when it came to Will he had all sorts of habits that he wasn’t previously aware of. He nervously twisted and pulled on the lanyard of his new identity card.

Shattered Mind:  It’s too white. It’s too fucking white in here .

Empty:  It's not like the bunker was ever noisy. With only two, sometimes three people residing, sounds tended to echo and it always seemed peaceful and quiet.

Entwined:  Sam struggles to breathe as he slips in and out of consciousness. Dean, he thinks. He needs Dean. Dean can fix this. He can fix the crazy that's overwhelming Sam right now.

Jack whispered to Sam as soon as he thought the other two men couldn’t hear him. “Dean is... different.”

With a small smile, Sam nodded “Yeah, he’s uh, he’s happy.”

Jacks eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “Because of the cowboys?”

Sam laughed a little but trained his eyes on his brother. Shaking his head a little, almost like he couldn’t believe the sight.

Dean was fidgeting with Cas’ cowboy hat, the one he’d insisted the newly-resurrected angel to wear, the hat that Cas agreed to wear despite a little roll of his eyes. They were happy though, very happy. They were back to their usual game and little remarks and lots of half-smiles.

Clapping a hand on Jack’s shoulder, Sam cleared his throat, “Not just the cowboys.” He pushed up from the countertop he’d been leaning on to try and coax his brother and the angel into actually leaving, otherwise they’d fawn over each other’s appearance indefinitely.

I think what you’re looking for is:

Painted Angels by: winnjenster (e, 105.6k)

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He’s put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn’t go like Cas hoped. Dean’s a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing.Cas sees a second chance with the man he’s never stopped loving, but Dean’s moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a “brilliant” plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he’ll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

Word Count: 38,038

Summary: Dean’s life is well ordered. He’s successful and happy - at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

When his little brother slash roommate moves out to live with his fiancé, Dean’s faced with living alone. Sam recommends his TA, Cas Novak, for Dean’s new roommate. Dean happily accepts, relieved that he doesn’t have to go through the trouble of finding a new roommate himself. Only Cas moves in with a stripper pole. Because apparently, his hotter than hell new roommate is a professional stripper. Who managed to see Dean in purple panties his first night in the house.

Cas is probably going to shake up Dean’s entire world - and Dean just might let him.