The teacher assigns a buddy to all the children in her first-grade class. Everyone writes their buddy a postcard, giving them a compliment. Dean is supposed to write something for Castiel, the mysterious autistic kid in the corner – but he doesn’t hand anything in. Does he have nothing to say? Or does he have too much to say?
p.S. will you Be my Boyfrend ?
In celebration of 1,000 lovely kudos on my fic A Postcard for Castiel, I decided to illustrate it! I love every single one of those teeny tiny “I like your fic” hugs. They definitely provide motivation to write more kid!fics and fics with autistic!Cas~ ♥
A postcard for Castiel is the most beautiful fic in existence! If you haven’t read it yet, GO! read it now! It is pure love! Beautiful rainbows and unicorns and all that is pretty in the world..
From @almaasiI think this might be the best fic I’ve ever read.
@almaasi you genius, you were the one who inspired me to write kid!fics and made me realise how much I love doing so. And of course, this is my all time favourite fic by you, right next to Raising Hell in a Hotel. :D
(@pimentogirl @twxnkdean read this gem of a fic!!!)
I just read this this week and it is adorable! I also read Raising Hell In A Hotel and that is awesome and adorable.
oh my goodness thank you all s o m u c h for the love!!!????
here’s a fic link in case someone’s interested~
Castiel is a bad influence on Dean. Okay, they’re only six years old – but when they join forces, they’re Mary Winchester’s idea of a parenting nightmare. In theory, Dean and Cas live in hotel rooms opposite each other. But in actuality, Castiel lives with Dean. Shares his clothes, his food, his bed. That sort of thing. Dean might like the colour pink more than society says he should, and Cas has the same problem with petty crime, but there’s one attribute they have in common: neither take well to being apart.
(also I’m on patreon now!! I’d love if you could check out the page, if you’d like to keep me writing~ or just follow me there without pledging, that’s cool too)
THE TIME HAS COME
THREE THOUSAND KUDOS FOR THIS TINY LIL FIC I WROTE 2.5 YEARS AGO
I WANT TO THANK YOU ALL INDIVIDUALLY AND PLACE GARLANDS OF ORIGAMI FLOWERS UPON YOU AND DANCE WITH YOU AROUND AN ABUNDANCE TREE MADE OF GLITTER, CRAFT GLUE, AND CARDBOARD