A smile is much more than an expression of one's feelings. A smile can be warm or cold, good or bad, true or false. Smiles can convey more meaning than words. They predated the first human languages. A smile isn't learned. It's an inherent gift from the universe. A smile is a curve that sets everything straight. Well... that last ones a lie. Connor smiled all the time, but he was far from straight. Connor had spent the last fifteen years with a smile on his face. If you'd have told him that when he was in high school he would have called you crazy and elbowed you out of his way. Now... a smile was Connor's reality. A co-authored Treebros fanfiction by @AskingFallenKilljoys and Myself. Trigger warnings will be listed before each chapter, if applicable. Please observe these and read at your own risk! All our love, Sammy and Thomas

Dean was raised to be a hunter. It was the family business. He was raised to be tough and adventurous, and emotionally numb. And Dean Winchester was doing a good job keeping that persona going. That was how he was supposed to be. So he slept with women, smitted-smot-smittened-smite..eded... Demons and ghosts and all the other horrors of the world with a flask in hand. What happens though when Dean and his brother Sam stumble upon a man passed out in the middle of a suspicious clearing? Will Dean be able to steer clear of the mans innocent, angelic charm?