Interludes of A Wallflower-Ch 10-Fergus?Emily sighed as she knocked on Crowleys door. Apparently, their brilliant science teacher decided to pair the two of them for a project. They both decided to do it at Crowleys house, since Catherine didn’t want distractions at home. Emily was glad, she didn’t want Crowley at her place.Interludes of A Wallflower-Ch 10-Fergus? by NIGHTSTORM77
After the fifth knock, Crowley opened the door, looking at Emily in amusement.
“Ah, didn’t expect you so early, McCloud.” Crowley said, making her roll her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah.” She said, looking around his home, noticing how lavishly decorated it is, “Nice place you got here.”
“Thank you.” He said with a smirk. Suddenly, a well-dressed middle aged woman came into the room.
“Oh, mummy, this is Emily McCloud, we’re going to do a science project together.”
“Alright, Fergus. I’m going to Joanna’s home for a while. There’s food in the fridge if you are hungry.”
“Ok, see you later.” He s
30 DayOTPChallenge-Calthazar-Ch6-Wearing E ClothesEver since he and Castiel moved in together, Balthazar learned to enjoy the small things, such as when he and Castiel cook together, waking up next to each other, just being together. But this really took the cake.30 DayOTPChallenge-Calthazar-Ch6-Wearing E Clothes by NIGHTSTORM77
Standing thee, cooking pancakes for breakfast was Castiel, wearing nothing, but Balthazar’s shirt. The blonde couldn’t help but smile at the scene.
He went behind Castiel, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Your pancakes are getting cold.” Castiel said, making Balthazar chuckle.
“That’s right, dove.” He said, “I think you look lovely like this.”
He started to drag his hand against Castiels naked thigh, but they were swatted away.
“First eat your breakfast.” Castiel said, giving him a plate, “Then you can eat me.”
“Oh, I count on it, dive.” Balthazar said, before he dug into his pancakes.
The Profound Bond-Ch 17-DreamwalkingDean was sleeping when he heard the waves and the seagulls. He blearily opened his eyes and then stiffened.The Profound Bond-Ch 17-Dreamwalking by NIGHTSTORM77
He was lying on a loveseat on a balcony, the sea and beach in the horizon.
“Am I dreaming?” he asked himself.
“Yes, you are.”
He looked to the side and saw Castiel staring at him, making Dean smile.
“Nice place you got here.”
“Yes, I thought a change of scenery might do some good.”
Dean see’s the tenseness in Castiels frame and he sighs. He knows Castiel has been like this since he saw the mark.
“I wish you didn't have to do this, Dean.” Castiel said, looking at the horizon, “That wasn't your burden to bear.”
Dean sighed as he got up and walked over to Castiel, standing next to him.
“Its like I said, Cas, it’s a means to an end.”
“Yes, I said that once.” Castiel said with a strained voice, “We know how that went.”
There was a tense silence between them until Cas
Overkill - 10x6Stealth and a hunter's finesse guide him through the house and towards the voice without being seen or heard, his hair, along with a creeping rage starting to bristle on end knowing who it is the words are directed at.Overkill - 10x6 by smalld1171
His heart starts to hammer in his chest and his breath quickens in response to the realization, as it becomes more clear with each and every step. This is it, the moment where it is up to him and there is no way Sam can or will be able to take this kill away from him. The thought makes his arm burn, the raised flesh of his brand searing the surrounding skin and flushing him with an unnatural yet not entirely unwelcome heat.
Swallowing down a pang of hesitation he presses onward, pushes away the trepidation as fire flows a steady stream through his blood. The fear as to what lingering affects he may still hold within; the fear that he will reawaken the monster he can still feel glide beneath the surface dissipates into mist as he approaches the current threat to his broth
Sympathy for the Devil (LuciferxReader)Request: Look in the description please ^^Sympathy for the Devil (LuciferxReader) by Micia96
Name: Sympathy for the Devil
Character: Lucifer x Reader
Warnings: I think kissing Satan does require a slight warning.
(Y/N) ..First Name // (L/N) ..Last Name (Surname) // (N/N) ..Nickname
You remembered the moment like no one; the second Sam told you what happened after Lucifer broke through the wall in his head. He didn´t tell you first, but from a certain moment on it was impossible for him to deny it anymore. …You had rarely seen such a pain-filled expression before. It got harder and harder every day to convince Sam that this “Lucifer” was nothing but a bare hallucination; usually nobody but Dean managed to calm him down then. There was one thing irritating you: According to what Sam told you, his Lucifer didn´t appear to be Satan on business but a bored child yearning for some attention
A Year Goes By -Destiel-It's half past three in the morning, and all I can hear is Sammy's slow breathing, the tick-tock of the bedside clock, and the steady thumping of my heart. It grows faster as all the memories of the day whirr about in my head, refusing to let me sleep. So instead I sit up, run a hand over my face and through my hair, let them rest under chin and gaze though the window, into the clear night outside. I quickly get lost in my thoughts.A Year Goes By -Destiel- by Ailish-Rose
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
It had started out so well, he was like.....a saviour. An answer to our questions, a solution to all our problems. But now, he's the fucking problem. The screwed-up all mighty, ready to smite and scold. How could he do this to us? To me?
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Renegade- SPN~Oh momma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the lawRenegade- SPN by SithGirl665
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh momma I can hear you a'crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very
The nightmare is over- but now real life is back, and I'm not sure which is worse. I know that a 30 minute regretted nap is time being wasted, fearing silently for the contract that was about to come due. I was going to die, I know that much. Sam knows it, and so does Bobby and everyone else in the whole goddamn hunter world.
But no one says anything. Bobby and Sam are here; they want to help me, emotionally, but they know better. I won't let them help, so they don't ask. Maybe they're right.
Then again, maybe not. My heart seems to be stuck in my throat, and my mind wants more than anything to squeeze everything in I love again and again until the clock ticks. I'm fragile. I don't look it, but I want to break down and c
[A] CollisionDean dropped a hand on Ben's thick dark hair to ruffle it mercilessly, much to the young man's chagrin. "You've got Wendigo on you. Hah, you smell like boiled leather and rotting Brussels sprouts," he chuckled. And now on him, toohe eyed his sticky palm with resigned disgust.[A] Collision by YWYH-s--Morelenmir
Ben snickered, knocking Dean's arm aside. He flipped the flare gun cockily around his finger. "I'd say it didn't know what hit him, but you just happened to step on a skull and alert it to our presence. And I got a Wendigo shower, all thanks to you, so," he shrugged, lips curved in a huff of amusement, "sharing the gunk seems like a fine idea."
"Shaddup, kid," Dean ordered lightly, keeping his gaze fixed on the moonlight shining through the cave mouth.
He didn't bristle as much he generally would, riding on the high of a successful hunt. "Twenty years old last month, old man. Let's not forget who had to rescue who."
Dean laughed outright, the cheerful sound reverberating through the cave. "That would be me,
Letting GoThey head out quickly towards the Impala, Sam barely managing to join his brother inside as the car roars to life within seconds. Sam's body jerks back in an almost violent reaction as Dean presses his foot to the floor, ignoring the strain of the engine and the spray of debris and gravel that spits out from under her wheels.Letting Go by smalld1171
The older brother jams a hand into the pocket of his jacket and retrieves his phone, punching in numbers with an almost uncontrollable haste.
Dean holds a vice grip on the phone against his ear while his free hand taps nervously against the wheel, his left leg joining in to bounce up and down as he impatiently waits for a sign of life from the other end. Darkened eyes scan the horizon and he swallows when dusk seems to rapidly descend upon the earth to give way to the full moon.
"Hello? Mr. Smith? Agent Young. I need you to listen to me very carefully alright? Just okay wait Just please
I'm SorrySupernatural Doctor Who Crossoverby smalld1171
A solitary figure stands at a distance, quietly observing the graveyard and the two angels which stand among the headstones ready to wage their battle. His head tilts up and he closes his eyes to feel the sun warm the surface of his skin. He breathes deeply; he already knows how this encounter will end. This place will soon set the stage for the ultimate showdown; will be the backdrop to both sacrifice and strength; to victory and loss; to hatred so intense and love that knows no bounds.
A sigh escapes his lips as he leans against the door of his ship for support.
It is not within his nature to stand as a spectator on the sidelines of history as it unfolds; his life a never ending adventure where circumstances real or contrived force him to always keep on the move.
He delves a hand into his expansive pocket; his fingers searching through the contents until they wrap around the object they seek. He eases the book out of the depths of his jacket and gaze
American Muscleby Wayward-Renegade
Dean Winchester vs Brian Kinney
"Because if it was a shapeshifter or a skinwalker, we would have found its skin by now." Dean was quick to reply as he pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the Impala. "Those damn things shed their skin every couple of hours."
"Well maybe this one likes the face its got." Sam suggested as he grabbed his case papers from the seat between them. "Or maybe we haven't come across its skin, because it just doesn't shed it." He continued as he shut the car door and followed his older brother up to the dinner, the job that had consumed the last two days still no closer to being solved.
"What kind of shapeshifter doesn't shed, Sam?" Dean asked, his low tone of voice underlining the frustration.
"A Rougarou." Sam replied, taking a quick glance around the packed diner as they made their way over to an empty booth. "Rougarous don't shed, they morph... Maybe we've just been hunting down the wrong kind of monster... Maybe it isn't a shi
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