Character: Diana Kingston (28. Witch. Professor. bio in source)
Open to: any and all.
Plot: look i just wanted to use this gif because its too good not to use.
Diana’s body reacted quicker than her mind, her hands thrusting forward as a red, almost translucent, barrier formed in front of them as the energy blast came at them. The explosion that followed destroyed the barrier, and knocked Diana to the ground with a grunt. “Are you okay?” she asked, pushing herself up from the floor, the palms of her hands glowing a dark red colour, “can you stand?”
The island of Helvíti is where the nightmares of your wildest dreams call home. Forcibly placed on the remote island, all supernatural creatures are monitored in order to protect the world from any further terror.
Fear not, for the authorities who guard the island have been known to take a bribe or two. Luxuries are afforded to those who have the means, and rebellion is always a whispered rumor.
21+ // Original Supernatural Creatures // Jcink Premium
Warnings- Not much, slight angst, set up for next chapter really.
Word Count- 999
“Sam, please just tell me what he said,” I run my hands through my hair as I follow Sam out of the kitchen and into the hall. Sam keeps walking though, well more like sprinting compared to me since his legs are as long as a goddamn giants.
“Samuel Winchester! Turn around right now and talk to me dammit!” I yell to him, exhausted with the fact he keeps acting like a child.
Sam stops and I watch from behind as he lifts his shoulders and lets out a sigh. He turns around and gives me a sad and knowing look.
“Y/n.”
I stop him before he can give me his pity, “No Sam. I don’t want that pitiful puppy dog look you give people when you feel bad for them. Dean has been gone for 3 weeks now and I haven’t heard a single word from him, but I know you’ve talked to him. I know you have. Please Sam,” I walk over to him and grab his arm pleadingly, “What is he doing? Where is he?”
Sam stares at my hand that’s placed on his arm for a moment and slowly shakes his head in disapproval.
“He’s fine Y/N, really. He just needs some time.”
I throw my hands in the air in annoyance, “Time for what! Dean Winchester doesn’t take time for anything. He’s Dean friggin Winchester! The same Dean Winchester who says that he would rather crash Baby into a wall than mope over things that he can’t fix.”
“Y/n. You almost died. Dean held your practically lifeless body in his arms and he couldn’t do anything to help you. That takes a toll on a person, especially Dean.”
“I know Sam, trust me, I have the friggin scar and medical bills to prove it. But, Dean has lost a lot of people and he’s gotten back on his feet like it was nothing. I’m not dead Sam, I don’t get why it took such a toll on him.” I try to reason with him, but he just looks at me like I haven’t figured something so obvious out yet and that he knows something that I don’t.
“What?” I question him. “What do you know that I don’t?”
“You really don’t see it do you?” He questions me.
My eyebrows furrowed together, “See what?”
Sam lets out a sigh, and starts to think to himself. His face starts to make slight movements as if he’s debating with himself.
‘ “Samuel.” I give him an annoyed stare.
“Hey, don’t give me that mom glare.”
“What do you know about mothers?” I felt bad as soon as I opened my mouth.
“Ouch.” Sam responded sarcastically.
“I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry Sammy. I’m just…” Sam stopped me.
“I know Y/N, don’t worry about it.”
“You’re not going to tell me are you?” I ask Sam, already knowing the answer.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t betray Dean like that.”
I turn around a walk away without another glance at him, ignoring him calling out to me. I walk to my room and push open the door and throw myself onto my bed. I think to myself of all the possibilities of what Sam wasn’t telling me, but it all comes up blank.
I lay there for another moment before an idea comes to mind. I quickly grab my phone from my pocket and dial a number. I wait a few moments listening to the ringer until a woman’s voice comes up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Jo. Care for some company?”
`”I’m sorry Y/N, like I told you before Dean called me 2 weeks ago and said quote on quote, “I need space.” whatever the hell that means.’’ Jo said from behind the bar as she dried off a glass.
“And you’ve heard nothing since,” She simply shakes her head. I turn on my stool and turn to Ash who is at the end of the bar half drunk, “What about you Ash? Have you talked to him?” Ash quickly lifts his head and shakes it, waking himself out of his stupor.
“Well, no.” My shoulders sink in disappointment, “We did share a few texts though. If that helps any.” My spirits suddenly perk up.
“Dean texted you? What did he say? Did he tell you where he was?” I ask him walking over to him.
He brushes a hand through his mullet, “Well he doesn’t really know how to use emojis, you should really teach him or he’s going to end up texting the wrong person the wrong thing if you know what I’m saying.” He raises his eyebrows in suggestion.
“Ash. Do you know where he is?”
Ash pulls out the stool next to him and pats it for me.
“Sit young Obi-Wan, let the master tell you what he knows.”
After listening to Ash’s overly long story of Dean texting him about a case in Minnesota, I thanked him and said my goodbyes to him and Jo. And quickly drove to the address Ash got from Dean’s cell. After a handful of hours I finally got to the motel Dean was supposed to be staying at and bribed the pervy desk-clerk into giving me Dean’s room number. So much for privacy.
I stand in front of Dean’s door hoping to Chuck that when I knock a half naked woman doesn’t answer instead. I stop delaying and raise my hand to the door and knock.
I wait for what seems like forever, the anxiety sets in after I start to wonder if Dean had already left and I’ve missed him. After waiting another minute, I turn around back towards my car and begin to walk towards it until I hear the door open from behind me.
“Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?”
I turn around and lock eyes with the one and only Dean Winchester. Who doesn’t look nearly as excited to see me as I am to see him.
Looking for a Dean Winchester for my OC if anyone is interested please message. I am willing to be any other character in SPN just looking for a Dean. 18+
OC: Kylie Lawrence
Age: 27
Kylie has been a hunter ever since her mom died at an early age. Her dead put her through unconventional teachings of being a hunter. At the age of 20 Kylie escaped her father and now works as a bartender in New Jersey helping other hunters where she can
Hi hello To anyone that’s into drawing/art, especially fan art, I currently have an unconventional RP going and though I have no funds, I’d die for some fanart~ especially to surprise my partner with. If anyone is willing to toy around with it, the ship is between Lucifer Morningstar(Lucifer) and Castiel (SPN)…. Much love those in the fandoms who create such MASTERPIECES xx
