I need a cold shower now

In which Castiel literally tried to get into Dean's bed, if only to burrow under the covers to hide. Of course, ghost sickness isn't just fun and games or in Dean's case, having an all-mighty angel of the lord cuddle up to you for protection.

 Cas was his best friend, and it’s not like he’s gonna do or rather request anything unusual, well unusual for them anyway.

When their eccentric principal had launched the epic idea for this Valentine, Castiel knew the time for revenge had come. Now he'd finally get back at the dumb jock Dean Winchester, once and for all. He had a plan. And it was brilliant.

New in town, Dean finds himself spending a lot of time at a local gay club. It might be because of the room at the back, where you can find pretty much all the sex you could ever want. Or it might be the guy who’s passing up sex all together just to watch Dean every night.

Features some very brief Dean/OFC and some Castiel/Baldur that's mostly for laughs.

Castiel’s family owns the shoddily-regulated coal mine where John Winchester works, so Dean storms Cas’s mansion, demanding answers from the drugged-out trust-fund kid. In exchange for his help repairing the mine, Cas demands Dean live with him for three months and give Cas a shot at seducing him by allowing him one kiss a day.

Sam and Dean are wildlife photographers on assignment in the far reaches of Alaska, where they encounter Gabriel and Castiel Malakh, part of a close-knit family of park rangers and guides.

 You’ve got it all wrong; Dean doesn’t have a pain kink. He’s got an angel kink, and it needs scratched.

It's Christmas time in the bunker and the gang's getting in the swing of the season. However, will Dean and Cas getting caught under the mistletoe put the festive mood at risk? Or will it make it that much better...

Opening night is closing in at the Lawrence Shakespeare Festival, and the play is cursed. As if that weren't enough for Dean, the head of the tech crew, to have on his mind. A tale of love, family, and iambic pentameter.

Dean didn’t even want to enter this damn competition. He was happy with his life, more or less. It might not look like much from the outside, or to a younger brother headed towards a big time law career, but it wasn’t so bad that Dean needed to scrabble around for any opportunity to make a change – particularly not one as stupid as this. He’s going to throttle Sam the next time he sees him, for getting him involved in this ridiculous Bake-Off TV show. It’s bad enough that Dean has to cook in front of people he doesn’t know; he now has to go through the humiliation of being judged on it too. Its humiliation piled on humiliation, and to make matters worse Dean has to play nice with all the other suckers involved, like that rich dick-bag Castiel Novak. God, he hates that guy, and he hates that someone so awful has such a frustratingly fine ass.

Dean writes out a list of men he would go gay for. Sam has a suggestion to make.

It's May and their AC is broken. The actual plan is to cool down, but Cas-whaddayaknow-sucks at sticking to rules.