Request: Hey could you do a fic where you’re really insecure about your abilities with an instrument (like keyboard or violin or something) and Dean overhears you practicing?
I sure can!!!!!! And just because I’m an asshole I made this super angsty!!!
Go listen to this song before you read this fic. It adds to the sad. All gone (No escape)
You had just gotten home from a hunt with the boys. It was just a simple salt and burn, nothing really all that special. You were in and out in as little as three days, but something didn’t feel right. Something was haunting you. You decided to push it to the back of your mind because the hunt went fine. Nothing went wrong, so it was probably just your nerves getting to you and nothing more.
So here is part two of the lost series I’ve been working on. I hope you guys enjoy this. This idea brings tears to my eyes. The only thing I can think of is being in Dean’s shoes. Anyways Like, Reblog and follower for more stories like these.
Song-based request (Ida Maria’s I like you so much better when you’re naked) by the ever beautiful, inside & out, @writingthingsisdifficult
Character: Sam x FemReader Words: 7500 Warnings/Content: smut, crisis of confidence, fluff, cuteness, fun, goofball Sam, smut! Summary: You are back home-side and celebrating when hapless Sam walks into your line of very-friendly fire.
“YOUR/NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!”
“LOUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!”
“LALALALALALALAL-”
“YAIAYAIAYAIAYI-”
“Do you mind?”
“Ugh, piss off Joel,” Louie swipes at the grumpy drunk, “I’m welcoming my buddyyyyy hoooOOOOOOME!”
You both resume running on the spot and stick your arms out beyond each other to trot in for a rick-rocking hug.
“Ooooh missed your guts!!”
“Missed yours more Botch! I had to do it all in this godforsaken town,” she grinds out and pulls back to look at you beam at her, “without you!”
You wrap an arm around each other and start to walk to the island bench you’ve always leaned on. “Yes, tolerating my absence without me,” you laugh, “what self-fulfilling pain.”
Louie squeezes you sideways, kissing your temple, and pulls her stool close to another so you can sit together.
“What’s this?” you wonder, picking up your short drink.
“A gin!” she exclaims. “For my fancy pants traveler.”
“Aw, you remembered! Well,” you say, downing the shot in two gulps, a breathy groan matching the noise of you slamming the glass, “truth be told, I’m home my dear Louise. I want a bourbon.”
Author:somemaycallmesunshine Pairing: Young John!Michael x Prophet!Reader Reader Gender:Female Word Count:3k Warnings: violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, ANGST, swearing, death, changes in season 5’s plot
A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry to kwwp you all waiting. It’s been quite a bit of a crazy couple of weeks for me but thank you for being so supportive of and patient with me. Here is chapter twenty four! Parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot with some changes for the sake of the storyline. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics) Also credit to the wonderful anons, @homework-is-the-real-killer, @sunfirestrike, and @twentyonebandmembers among others for their wonderful headcanons. I’ll be incorporating them in Crossfire and my “The Mark: Drabble series. *runs and hides*
Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel
The next morning you woke up, your cheek pressed against a warm shoulder, a large hand resting on your hip. Your heart started beating rapidly, and when you opened your eyes it didn’t stop. Your eyes fell on Dean, who was sleeping, soft snores escaping his lips. For a moment you were awestruck by him, the freckles on his cheekbones, the thickness of his lashes and the delicious curve of his lip. You’d love nothing more than to trace his defined cupid’s bow with your fingers, feel his breath on your skin.
I caught Sam staring at me for the fourth time that day and smirked. He quickly looked away, staring at his laptop. We had been playfully flirting for weeks, but so far nothing had come of it.
“Sam!” Dean snapped his fingers in front of Sam’s face. “Couples are disappearing and…?”
Sam shot Dean a look and said, “And then they’re found a few days later, eviscerated.”
“Okay, so…werewolf?”
“That’s what I’m thinking, but Sam doesn’t think so,” I said. Sam looked at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.
“We’re gonna check it out, right?” Dean asked.
“Yep, I’ll be ready in five,” Sam closed his laptop and slid it off the table, leaving the room.
Title: Blood is Thicker, Chapter 2 Pairing: Eventual Castiel/OC. Very very very slow burn. Word Count: 4720 this chapter only Warnings: Violence in this chapter. Monster killing. No smut. Tags:@abaddonwithyall@scruffandyarn@ladyfae@kittenofdoomage@spnfanficpond Summary: “She’s a nephilim. An abomination. The only one on earth.“ Was she really the only one, though?
The actress I’m picturing for Gabriella, Ellen Page:
