Secret Things

Fanfiction (Destiel)

Basic info you should know in the start

This work is couple of years old, when I was heavy in the Supernatural fandom (kinda still am, given this years finale, jeez). And I still very much ship destiel!

It was based off of one really awesome video (Profound Bond, Destiel edit) and you should definetly check that out.

I haven't gone more than the first chapter and a couple of times, I have considered getting back to it. But always just sort of threw it out. Maybe for the better (oof).

I was so in love with it the first time I wrote it. So proud. Never have I ever written such a long chapter! Nowdays, I have sort of love-hate relationship with it. It haunts me, snicker.

So, here comes he actual work!

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Profound Bond
Dean Winchester is a fed. And he got a new partner, Castiel Novak. But he's an angel. Man afraid of flying and angel aftraid of falling. They meet in the middle.

Dean tapped wheel of his beloved Impala unpatiently as he stood on red light, slowly but successfully getting annoyed by lenght of that devilish red light. He let out angry sigh and looked at cars around. He noticed that car next to him had three kids loaded in. He watched as father of kids shot them angry look and they froze and sat calmly on back seats. Dean smiled slightly before looking at light again. He let out groan as it was still red.

He was supposed to meet witness of murder he was trying to solve for a while now, yet he was getting nowhere. No new clues, murderer was like he dissapeard from Earth itself. It was getting on Dean's nerves, and people around could sense it. Mostly his younger brother Sam, who was somewhen helping him with cases, but was more of a lawyer then fed. But their jobs were still linking, so they actually spend quite of a time together.

Dean relaxed as light lazily switched from red to orange, and from orange to green. Cars finally moved and Dean's Impala as well. He looked around street for supposed to dinner he was going to meet Mr. Wright. He went left on another turn and soon got Denny's Dinner in sight. Dean let out long sigh as he parked by dinner, turning engine off. He stepped out and brushed his black suit.

He walked to doors with swift walk and opened doors, only to get into busy dinner. Chatting of people sounded trough whole room, warming it. Dean slightly frowned and traced his apple candy green eyes over people who were inside. Who would think that it will be this full at three pm?

Room was looking simple. Wooden tables, booths with red leather on them, making this dinner look as more usual as possible. Light was shining from white ceiling, walls painted in dull orange colour that would make cringe any designer. But at the end, it made it look cosy and home-y.

Dean took step more inside and his eyes now searched for Mr. Wright. Mr. Wright was short, few years younger then Dean. He had brown hair and blue eyes. At least this is how cops described him.

'Crappy describtion' Dean thought drily as he hard quite hard time to find witness. Hand rised by small table, where only male sat. Dean's eyes fastly moved on him, eyeing him. That was him.

Dean walked over and he sat by man, scanning him and making mental notes.

Mr. Wright surely looked messy. His eyes were shotting from side to side, like he remembered intering tennis match. His hands were slightly shaking, but nothing too much noticable. His hair were short, shorter then Dean's and he had short beard. His hair colour deep brown, his eyes pale blue. He looked tired but some sparkle in his eye.