Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader - Part 3Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader - Part 3 by angelmewmew
Oh Maison - Misha Collins x Reader (Oh Westy - Part 3)
"Vicki?" you breathed out, finding it almost impossible to believe that she was standing in front of you.
"Hey (Y/n)" he said with a warm smile that made you feel a little bit more at ease.
"How are you?" she asked again after of course giving you a hug. She was always so friendly to you, even though you didn't know her all that well. At least compared to Misha that was your best friend, of course. You did know her for a long time, of course, even before the divorce and you could say that you went along really well.
"Wha- Uh well, yeah I'm fine. Good, really, thanks" you breathed out stuttering, finding yourself actually lost as to what to say "How are you?" you tried to smile but it came off as awkward.
"Good, good. Thank you" she said and you couldn't help but shift a little bit uncomfortably when you felt her eyes linger on you, examining you from head to toes. She was looking at you with a curious look in her eyes, as if
Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader - Part 2Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader - Part 2 by angelmewmew
No Westy, no - Misha Collins x Reader (Oh Westy - Part 2)
"No Westy, no!" you exclaimed through giggles as the young boy kept jumping up and down on your bed - or more like Misha's bed.
You had been sleeping peacefully in Misha's bed and had woken up when you heard little bare footsteps on the floor and then tiny arms grabbing pieces of tangled hair out of your face. You didn't open your eyes and tried to prevent yourself from smiling because you knew very well who it was. You felt his face close to yours and heard his voice whispering to you, asking if you were awake or not. You did not respond which of course lead West to shaking you to get you to 'wake up'. But you pretended to still be asleep nonetheless. Needless to say one thing lead to another and soon - once he realized you were awake - you had a little boy jumping up and down, trying to get you to get up from bed.
"But come ooooon!" he whined trying to take the blankets off you. He grasped onto them tightly with his sma
Proud Alpha - Alpha!Crowley x Omega!ReaderProud Alpha - Alpha!Crowley x Omega!Reader by angelmewmew
Proud Alpha - Alpha!Crowley x Omega!Reader
"So don't expect me to do you any favors. I want you to have handed me your essays by... tomorrow" Crowley said with a smile and groans could be heard throughout the classroom.
"But sir, it's way too early. We won't have time" one voice could be heard from the back of the class.
"Well, then I suggest you start working on it as soon as possible." he smiled smugly again and before anyone could say anything more the bell was heard and everybody walked out of the classroom, some were muttering incoherent things.
"Can you wait a little bit?" his voice made you stop on your tracks.
Of course you thought.
You waited as all the students walked out of the classroom, some giving small smiles as a way of trying to reassure for what you were about to go through. Sympathetic smiles and soft pats on the shoulder were the only things they could give you because they knew that no matter what, you were not going to come alive out of that classroo
Textbooks and LARPING ch.8 :DESTIEL:Textbooks and LARPingTextbooks and LARPING ch.8 :DESTIEL: by chibi-nao15
Chapter Eight: Clichés Matter, too
Castiel arrives at the restaurant, his palms sweating and his heart pounding. Sitting there at an isolated table are his father and eldest brother, sticking out like sore thumbs.
Well-coiffed, attractive, sore thumbs.
All the woman, and quite a few of the men, keep peaking over at them in awe. The waitresses are arguing over who gets to serve them. It always amuses him how popular they are.
"Excuse me," A boy calls, grabbing Castiel's attention, "Are you looking for someone?"
"I am actually looking for them." He motions towards the two everyone is staring at.
"Oh," The boy laughs a little, "I guess I'll be beating out the women today." He muses, leading Castiel to the table.
Michael is the first to look at Castiel, and then the boy. "Hello, thank you for bringing my brother over." He says, flashing the teen a broad smile and making him blush a little.
"Ah, well, yes. If you would like to order something to drink I can get th
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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