AdamxAngel!Reader:HomeComingAfterHellYou were a rookie angel. Barely accustomed to the weight of her vast and heavy wings, each single feather pearly white and glistening in heaven's absurd sunlight. It tasted like plastic. Something drawn up in careful calculation by a directors hand in one of those film studios your brother Gabriel use to tell you about. TV land; though you'd later find it out it had an even stranger and more exotic name. Hollywood. You'd plan to take a pit stop there once you were granted permission to leave heaven. The truth was, you had a plan. A little concoction you had thought about all on your little lonesome, the brainwashed warrior who wasn't suppose to question divine right. Somebody once said that teaching freedom to angels, was like teaching poetry to a fish. But, you just couldn't help it. You were wired this way...AdamxAngel!Reader:HomeComingAfterHell by kissysaltcoatedangel
Corruption in heaven wasn't a foreign topic to you. Nor was the corruption in hell. Millions of innocent vibrant souls trapped in hell's sticky web
CastielxReader:PurpleRoseofCairoIt was finally the end to the most horrid week of your life. Everything (and yes, everything!) had gone wrong. Let's just say that what you had gone through made you feel like Sam. Soul stripped away from lanky flesh, violated by the sharp sneers and cruel remarks of your once-friends. You still haven't found a good name for them.CastielxReader:PurpleRoseofCairo by kissysaltcoatedangel
And so to mend your shattered heart you wrapped yourself in a fluffy blanket plastered with the face of your favorite singer ____, made yourself a warm cup of hot apple cider and curled on your parent's huge king-sized bed; your computer connected to the screen of their flat screen TV to see your boys and your fallen angel defeat some sort of threat. Leviathan or angel seals? A faint pitter patter drives your eyes to the window as thin teardrops begin to float in a somewhat slow motion form to the un-mown lawn. Ugh, your parents where gonna kill you! It was suppose to be trimmed yesterday.
In the end you decided to go with your favorite
Bela Talbot: A great thief How do you sleep at night?Bela Talbot: A great thief by kissysaltcoatedangel
On silk sheets, rolling in money...
Vacant hotel room, twin beds and under starch covers lay inflated sex dolls.
Bullet holes through both of their plastic oval-shaped heads.
And a lone phone ring shrills in the silence.
Tucked above her last motel door,
devil shoe-string to keep
heinous hellhounds at bay.
We're all going to hell Dean, might as well enjoy the ride.
Guess Daddy didn't give her enough hugs, huh?
A clever and quick-witted criminal with the added perk of being able to talk to the dead.
Introducing herself as a flirtatious fringed black haired waitress named Kary.
Stealing not only the rabbit's foot from right under the Winchesters' noses,
leaving them with gaping mouths and eager eyes.
As she put's it herself; I procure unique items for a select clientèle.
Giving little Sammy wet dreams and causing Dean to
have to restrain himself fro
OTP AU LIST-CROBBY-CH 2-COLLEGE AUCH 2-College AU-KateikyōshiOTP AU LIST-CROBBY-CH 2-COLLEGE AU by NIGHTSTORM77
Crowley was in the library, tapping his pencil impatiently. He was waiting for his tutor for his Japanese assignment.
He decided to take Japanese because he thought it will be an interesting class, not to mention he needed an elective class. But it was hard as hell and he didn't want to drop out of his class. Fergus Crowley is not known for quitting.
“Hey.” He heard a gruff voice say.
He looked up and his eyebrows shot up. Standing before him was a grungy old bearded man wearing plaid and a baseball cap.
“You’re Crowley?” he asked.
“I’m Bobby Singer. I’m your tutor.” He said, sitting down across from him.
“Are you serious?” Crowley said in disbelief, “Do you even know Japanese?”
Bobby just glared at him and said;
“Izen kara, anata ga umareta.”
Crowley blinked and looked down with a blush. He mumbled an apology, which made Bobby laugh.
In StitchesDisclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of these guys.In Stitches by ZanaZira
A/N: This one-shot was written for two different prompts from two LJ users. The prompts were as follows:
1) "Dean has new stitches from a beastie that clawed him in the stomach. But Winchester luck being the way it is, he also has bronchitis. Ouch."
2) "Dean gets an injury that isn't life-threatening. Sam feels like hovering but Dean is all "Yeah, yeah I've had worse, don't worry". But then, "Ow fuck, it hurts!" and Sam can't stay back when his brother is whimpering (yeah Dean, it's nothing. Right!)"
"Sam, I'm fine already! Get off me for God's sake!"
Sam just rolled his eyes and tuned out Dean's griping, concentrating instead on scrutinizing the last of fifteen stitches he had just sewn into his older brother's abdomen. He bit his lip when he saw how red and angry the wounds looked
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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