Samxreader: Caramel Lips (Birthday) The night sprinkled across the sky, the stars blinking. A slightly chilly summer breeze drifted from the open window, your head was on Sam's lap and your feet hung out the window. White converse covered in grime (your favorite). The song "Welcome Home" by Radical Face streamed from the crackling radio like a slight trickle of water. Fields of sweet grass waltzed in the wind on both sides of the asphalt door. Soon you arrived at the carnival. The tangy-sugary smell of sugar apples and caramel wafts drifted forward, like an enchantment. Your birthday was slowly coming to an end, like the final spin of a vinyl on a record player. Sam parked on the field, then you stood up as he walked over to your side, opening your door for you.Samxreader: Caramel Lips (Birthday) by kissysaltcoatedangel
"M'lady..." he said with a bit of an irish accent, extending his hand towards you.
"My good moose."
Dimples curved themselves into his smile, when you noticed that he held something behind his back.
You lifted your left ey
Two Angels and a Hunter-Ch 8-Wing ProblemsTitle: Wing ProblemsTwo Angels and a Hunter-Ch 8-Wing Problems by NIGHTSTORM77
Summary: Dean notices something off with his angels and he finds out its hilarious.
Dean started noticing something with his angels and he has no idea what it is. Gabriel seems to know, but he apparently found it too hilarious to tell anyone.
Whenever Balthazar talks, Castiel doesn't sit next him. Whenever he does, he always looks uncomfortable and annoyed. He finally cornered Castiel one day and got an answer out of him.
“It’s his wings.”
Dean looked confused at the blue-eyed angel.
“Yes, when Balthazar was in heaven, whenever he spoke, he flapped his wings a lot. Here on earth, he uses his hands a lot. I assume you see how he talks.”
Dean nodded, knowing that Balthazar does talk a lot with his hands.
“Sometime, he lets his wings out when he talks. Therefore, when he talks, he not only uses his hands, but his wings also flaps. They are constantly hitting my face.”
Dean stares at Ca
Sick Days (DeanxReader)Sick Days (DeanxReader) by Raelee96
You woke up feeling like crap. You didn’t even wasn’t to leave your own bed. So when you heard a knocking at your motel door it was torture to leave the nice and warm bed. You carefully get up, shaking slightly, as you walk over to the door. You open up and see Dean and Sam, the two hunters that you usually tagged along with.
"Whaaaaat?" You manage to moan out before clutching your head since it was getting a headache due to the sudden movements and the sun leaking into the room. "Y/N…are you okay?" Sam asks you, confused. "Ya just dandy, never felt better." You said before you broke out into a fit of coughs. Sam and Dean rushed to your side immediately and held you up.
"I think we should get her to bed." Dean said while looking over at Sam. Sam nodded and Dean picked you up bridal style and carried you bad, placing you softly on the bed. "Um are you taking any medicine?" Sam asked and you shook your head.
"No, haven’t been up all day to get any." You manage to
DeanxReader: Tiny Dancer (Birthday) Dean had stolen your record player, placing it in the living room of the bunker. Wearing a dark blue plaid shirt, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. Tiny Dancer by Elton John serenading sweetly throughout the rooms. It drove you out, weary eyes and messy hair. 11:54. Six minutes ti'll your birthday. You slip on socks as well, fuzzier than Dean's.DeanxReader: Tiny Dancer (Birthday) by kissysaltcoatedangel
"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand"
As you make your way into the living room, you notice that Dean has moved all the furniture aside to show sparkling wood floors, slightly greased. A lone chair stood in the middle, vinyl spinning on the record player. Two green candy-apples smiled at you. He extended his hand toward you, which as you took spun you around. Then, swinging you into him, leaving you gently residing on his chest. Fingers intertwined, oth
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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