OTP AU LIST-CALTHAZAR-CH 9-HOGWARTS AUCH 9-Hogwarts AU-UnderestimateOTP AU LIST-CALTHAZAR-CH 9-HOGWARTS AU by NIGHTSTORM77
“Balthazar, you must concentrate!”
Balthazar sighed as he loosed his green tie as he looked at Castiel.
Balthazar was failing his potions class and his best friend, Castiel, was tutoring him. But Balthazar couldn't find it in himself to concentrate or even care.
“Balthazar, you must remember these ingredients.” Castiel said.
“Cassie, my dear hufflepuf friend, I don’t see the points of potions, except maybe a love potion.” He said leeringly at Castiel, who just rolled his eyes.
“Balthazar, you cannot fail this class.”
“Oh, who cares?”
“I care!” Castiel roared, making Balthazar look at him with wide eyes.
“I’m tired of hearing from our professors and classmates calling you a lazy idiot. They keep underestimating you and just let them! Well, fine! Then, I given up on you!”
Castiel grabbed his book and stormed off to the door. He didn’t hear Balthazar get up
OTP AU LIST-CALTHAZAR-CH 8-REVERSE VERSECH 8-Reverse Verse-SmittenOTP AU LIST-CALTHAZAR-CH 8-REVERSE VERSE by NIGHTSTORM77
Balthazar groaned as he flew down to the new prophet’s house.
Why did he had to do this guardian angel gig?
Usually prophets were assigned to archangels, but due to the rather lack of archangels nowadays, it fell on him.
Balthazar sighed as he entered the room, seeing a figure on the bed asleep. He then poked the lump.
“Wake up, sunshine. I just been assigned to you.”
The figure stirred and got up from the bed in a frenzy. That’s when Balthazar got a good look at him.
He was a tall man, muscular and lean. He had a handsome ace with messy black hair and bright blue eyes. He looked delicious, even if he was a hairless ape.
“Who are you?” he demanded, and lord, that voice as so rough and sexy.
“I’m Balthazar, I am an angel of the lord.”
The prophet blinked and squinted at him.
“Is this a joke?”
“Oh no, luv.” Balthazar said as he snapped his fingers, a martini appearing in his han
OTP AU LIST-CROBBY-CH 5-COP AUCH 5-COP AU-INAPPROPRIATE FLIRTINGOTP AU LIST-CROBBY-CH 5-COP AU by NIGHTSTORM77
“Ah hello, Robert.”
Bobby rolled his eyes at the voice and entered the room.
Bobby is a lieutenant for the Lawrence Police Department, even though a lot of the younger officers thought he should retire.
“Idjits.” Bobby thought as he looked over at the man eating French fries not ten feet away from a nearby cadaver.
“Jesus, Crowley, there’s a body over here.”
“So what?” Crowley said as he threw his lunch into the trash, “He’s dead; it’s not going to bother him.
Bobby just shook his head. His relationship with Fergus Crowley, the medical examiner, is complicated to say the least. There was magnetism between the two men, but there was a time and a place for that.
“Can you tell me about the victim now?” Bobby asked gruffly.
“Well, it seems your vic was stabbed with a large implement, probably a butcher knife.” Crowley said, “It was done with a lot of forc
OTP AU LIST-DENNY-CH 3-GRIMM AUCH 2-GRIMM AU-TRADITIONALOTP AU LIST-DENNY-CH 3-GRIMM AU by NIGHTSTORM77
Dean was walking in the woods, talking in the scent of pine and trying to calm his nerves.
He had another argument with his father.
His father wanted him to hurry up and choose a blutblad mate. To start a family and have pups.
Saying he is 23 years old and should get settled. Dean yelled at him, saying he first wanted to go college. The argument escalated to both of them wogueing. Dean left the house before it got carried away.
Dean froze when heard a twig snap and sniffed the air. He didn't smell anything off, but his eyes woged red and he let out a growl. Suddenly, he was tackled to the ground, making him snarl and woge. He fought his attacker and slammed him to the ground, ready to rip his attacker apart. When he saw his face, he froze.
“What the fu-? Benny?!”
He looks down at his best friend/lover Benny Lafitte, a jaegerbar who lives in the woods. He knew Benny since Elementary School, as they got older, they became much closer.
Dean woged back
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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