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I'm WhoIPretended2Be on AO3. You can call me WIP2B, Pretender, or Britt.
Posting Serially (but finished):
Rated E. 28,000 words when finished.
Castiel sees his a coworker on a dating app and swipes left to avoid humiliation. Months later, a stray comment outs him to the same coworker, Dean.
As misunderstandings pile up and avoidance becomes its own kind of harm, Castiel is left asking: how much of the life he’s built is peace and how much of it is just practice at staying unseen?
Finished Fics:
Rated E. 8,628 words.
Dean came for the pool tables. He stayed for Cas, the older, tattooed bartender who never flirts but always steps in when Dean gets in over his head. One night, things go too far, and Cas crosses a line of his own. It could break Dean down… or be his lucky break.
Inspired by the alleyway scene in S5E18 where Castiel slams him against the wall. I wanted to write something with that same energy--the danger, frustration, and desire all tangled up together.
Rated E. 122,132 words
Android! Castiel and Former soldier and android tech Dean
The subway station was a mess of flickering fluorescents and stale air, the kind of place that clung to the skin, made a person feel grimy just by standing in it. The lights overhead buzzed, the uneven frequency setting his teeth on edge. Dean took the stairs two at a time, his boots scuffing against the concrete, barely catching himself when the metal threshold at the bottom shifted underfoot. His weight adjusted automatically—small shift, center of gravity steady, just like they taught him.
Stupid. No reason for that.
He muttered a curse and pressed forward.
Rated T. 24k words. Written for the DCBB!
The night John Winchester dies, Dean drives aimlessly through the city until he finds himself stopping at a bookstore he’s never noticed before. He doesn’t know why he stops. He doesn’t know why he goes inside.
The place is warm and inviting, even if the shopkeeper is a little robotic. While browsing the shelves, Dean finds surreal books like histories where the Titanic never sank and JFK was never assassinated.
And then he finds his shelf: rows of books bearing his name. Some are pasts he never lived. Others are futures he never could have dreamed. All of them are impossible lives. The shopkeeper tells him the only way to leave is to choose one. When Dean refuses, the bookstore turns against him, plunging him into a nightmare with only one way out: choose.
What does free will mean in a place like this? And what happens to those who refuse to choose?
Rated E.
Shapeshifter! Cas and Hunter Dean.
Castiel hated becoming someone else. The process was revolting; skin sloughing off like wet clay, muscles pulling into unfamiliar shapes, but necessity left no room for disgust. He was fortunate that when he normally altered his appearance he just… changed. His mother said that some shifters went through the whole shedding process any time they changed their appearance at all. If that’s how it’d been for him, he would never change forms. Or at least he’d wait until it was an absolute necessity.
Rated M. 42k words. All-human AU where Cas and Dean are college seniors. Fanfiction as a coping mechanism. Writing and reading fanfiction.
Castiel Shurley doesn’t have a lot of free time as a college senior, but he always makes time for his favorite show, The End. It may not be the most well-written show, but he’s been watching it since high school and it, and the fandom, has gotten him through some pretty tough times in his life. He and his brother used to watch it together. So every Thursday, without fail, he tunes in to watch his favorite characters navigate the post-apocalyptic world.
Occasionally, he even makes entries in his ever-growing doc of plot bunnies. Castiel has never written a fanfic; he’s much more of a reader than a writer, not that you would guess that from the size of the document…
Rated T. 15k words. All-human AU. Castiel is in a time loop trying to save his best friend, Dean Winchester.
Castiel sat in the downtown diner, surrounded by the familiar sounds of ice being scooped into glasses, the low hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the jingling of the bell at the door. The large windows let in the morning sunlight, making the diner glow. The center of the diner had booths and tables, and a long counter stretching along the back wall, and the walls were covered with old rock 'n roll memorabilia. Dean loved this place.
