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Till next time - Prince!Castiel x Princess!ReaderTill next time - Prince!Castiel x Princess!Reader by angelmewmew
Till next time - Prince!Castiel x Princess!Reader
You let out a frustrated sigh as you smoothed down your dress. Today was definitely not your day and having to go to a ball made it all the more worse. In the morning the maiden had spilled coffee all over your night gown and as if that was not enough, she had started apologizing non-stop. Pleading for you not to fire her, or worse execute her. It sounded really crazy to you but that actually happened in your days. A king, a queen, a prince or, in your case, a princess could execute anyone they wanted to just because... they wanted to. It wasn't irrational for you to hear from your once friend, princess Ruby, that she had made her father execute a girl because she had made several mistakes with her breakfast. The poor girl had even started crying and it took you quite long to convince her that everything was alright and you would not punish her.
Then there was the rest of the day that you had to prepare things for your upcoming b
Bridges BuiltJohn bit his lip nervously as he drives to Dean’s house.Bridges Built by NIGHTSTORM77
He was going to meet his grandson for the first time.
It has been six months since Castiel died and deep down, he thought Dean has forgotten about him.
He wouldn’t have blamed him. He should be grateful that Dean would even humor him. Sam didn’t want him near his twin girls.
He shouldn’t be surprised, he been a fuck-up as a father.
When Mary died, a part of John died with her. He couldn’t raise his children, wouldn’t even try. He just shoved all that responsibility on Dean, which wasn’t fair for his son. Dean took care of Sam and his own sorry ass and he was never grateful for it. Hell, his son came out to him and he punched him on the face and threw him out, missing so much of his life and Sam’s.
It has taken 15 years to get to where he is now, 15 years of bottles, sobriety, AA meeting and self-flagitious to get here.
He gulped nervously as he stopped the car in front of the house
My beautiful Omega - Dean Winchester x Reader- P17My beautiful Omega - Dean Winchester x Reader- P17 by angelmewmew
My beautiful Omega - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader & Teacher!Dean Winchester x Student!Reader - The End
~Time skip to a week after~
Dean let out a soft sigh as he walked down the pavement, making his way to his destination. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, a red with blue stripes tie was on, and a black coat on top of his suit. His head was bowed as he walked, hand in one pocket and his eyes never leaving the pavement until of course he reached his destination.
He looked around him seeing the scenery. The sun was shining brightly above his head and a warm breeze was blowing. He let out another soft sigh and brought his hand up. He bit his lip as he looked at the bouquet of flowers he was holding. It was (Y/f/f), your favorite as he had found out a while ago. He bit his lip harder trying to keep the tears from flowing. His heart hammered in his chest, beating so rapidly that he thought it would come out from minute to minute.
His lower lip trembled. He closed
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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