Somehow an easy-going plumber and an awkward anthropologist can find a way to meet right in the middle.
Sam's too busy to pick up Sarah's engagement ring from the jeweller’s. Enter Dean. He minds just a little, and then not at all.
Cas sees hundreds of faces every day, but there's only one that he really cares about.
Dean Winchester's dealt with enough lately--averting a would-be Apocalypse, losing his brother to law school all over again, the dying job market for hunters. But getting paired with a grumpy, know-it-all asshole named Castiel Novak for his next hunt? Day one-- Dean's already sure one of them's not gonna get out of this alive.
Just like every summer, Dean and Sam are tracking tornadoes. Surprisingly, it's the nerdy computer scientist that sweeps Dean off his feet.
Dean's newly single, in a new house, and a brand-new father to boot. Dean's also got this weird thing where some stranger is leaving baby clothes on his porch at night.
"Dean leans against the jamb of the door and watches, bemused, as letters sprout out of the blue. It takes a while; he admires the plane’s dogged persistence. At least there’s little wind today. Although some of the smoke smudges in the curves, like ink touched before dry, the end result is fully legible, if a little puzzling.
DW♥TSWIFT."
First Dean thought someone was trying to mess with him. Now he's pretty sure someone's writing love letters to him over the Topeka skyline.