I rewrote this one about 5 times. I'm finally mostly happy with it and the next lines are pushing at my brain, so here we go ~ Title: 36 Versions of Hallelujah (line 8) Author: seraphwings Disclaimer...in the morning they'll move on. Dean and Sam move on. It's how he wants it to be. It is . But the dreams don't stop. Any of them. Lines 1 and 2 Line 3 Lines 4 and 5 Line 6 Line 7

^^ I love you guys. So here's... iv the minor fall and the major lift The weary, aching end to an extremely long day. Dean tumbles onto the blankets on the floor Bobby brought for out him, pulls...to the sweaty forehead. Bless you. This is also probably a mistake. He leaves with the sound of wings, comforted only by knowing that Dean is safely asleep and that Dean will not remember this

A 1-shot to keep you company. Some harsh language and a wee bit of sexual situation. Thanks to vain for proofreading, thanks to the comm for inspiring me. ^^ In hindsight, yeah, this had been a pretty... think up a good story for that one, Dean. Stupid fucking angel , but the thought was not without affection, and Castiel stayed with him until soft uneven footsteps heralded his brother's return.

I ought to learn how to do those author note things with the pairing and the description and the word count. But god, I'm lazy. iii well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth Their first meeting... Moth wings at the side of his face, demanding attention. There's a war to get to, after all. Castiel tells himself with a sigh that he will visit Dean again. Soon. They still have a lot to talk about