The Vampires Will Never Get UsThe Vampires Will Never Get Us9 years ago in Teen More Like This
The Vampires Will Never Get Us
There had not been a day in those 102 years since he'd changed that Gerard had not thought of Helena. Gerard passed his hand through his long black hair and thought how strange it was that he still looked the same now as when he's met Helena, even though he had been 18 then and was now 120.
He had met Helena on a Victorian style bench that stood by the wrought iron doors of the graveyard he walked past every day. He'd been drawn to her immediately, her long black hair flowing into her soft face. She had a sense of mystery that intrigued him. She had been crying he remembered. He had asked her what was wrong. She had glanced up at him with her pale blue eyes and told him, "
All Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the Coast10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weather ballons have shut down
out of boredom. The sky is the exact opposite
of an exploded circus. I'm feeling let down,
thinking I would miss you more.
Puddles are even leaving town
in search of something more famous to reflect.
I could go for a walk through the streets
you've left behind but I know they will someday
open up, swallow everyone who trusted them.
I think I will stay inside instead
and rummage through empty wine bottles,
hoping to disturb some hungover genie
and ask him if he's ever had any wishes of his own,
maybe a pleasant sunny day to himself
on top of a water tower,
some grapes and cheese to nibble on
while he calculates the chance
that it will never rain again,
then writes it across the sky
in a language no one understands.
A World of Vampires…There comes a moment in time for every vampire when the ideaA World of Vampires8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of Eternity is unbearable. Living in the shadows… feeding in the
darkness with only your own company to keep rotts into solitary,
hollow existence. Immortality seems like a good idea until you
realize that you are going to spend it… Alone…
Eyes that stare right through you
A body unable to rot
A mind from devilish thoughts
Hands withholding all the tortured souls
That had been raped of there body
So that the creature inside lives
A heart weakened by age and blood
Structure only created by the years of loneliness
Teeth only to be labeled marble
As your blood runs passed his dry scratchy throat
And into the undead organs of his soul
Only so he can live just a couple of lonely days longer
But can you just stare and marvel
At the figure of art before you?
Can you not desire to be like them
Be the forlorn self they are?
Play the role of a vampire
Lingering Gaze -Sam and Dean-The lingering eyes rested once more on the sleeping form of the other male in the shabby motel room. The music playing through the watcher's headphones was soft, loud enough so that it would be the focus of his mind. Once again, as it seemed so often to happen, the desk clerk of the hotel asked if they wanted a room with one bed, and, as always, the other occupant of the room was quick to correct her. His mind had begun to wander, wondering what would have happened if there wasn't a room with two beds for them. The smile on his lips reflected the silent laugh that danced in his eyes. His sleeping brother would have probably spent the night with his 'baby,' leaving him to the lonely dark motel room. God, he was sure his brother loved the damn car more than him at times.Lingering Gaze -Sam and Dean-4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prying his eyes from Dean's body, Sam shook his head turning back to his laptop, the screen illuminating the features of his face.
Sick Day -SamxDean-Sick Day -SamxDean-4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If there was one thing that Sam Winchester hated more than clowns, it was being sick. It made him feel vulnerable and in the past several months that had been something that he just completely hated. Although, he had hated being sick ever since he was little, even though Dean was always there to take care of him. That was the one good part of being sick in Sam's opinion; his big brother taking care of him and it was something that he had missed in silence when he had left for Stanford.
Now, on the other hand he felt sick to his stomach, freezing cold, and like his head was going to explode. It was bad enough that he was in a motel room, but he just couldn't get warm and Dean was no where to be found. As childish as it made him seem, Sam wanted his brother there to take care of him like how he did when they were little. Sam hugged the blankets around himself, having made something that vaguely resembled a nest out of them when the door opened and Dean stepped into the room, bags in hand
Pain in His Heart -Wincest-It had been the worst vision that Dean had ever witnessed his brother having. The look of absolute pain on Sam's face had made him shudder, it must have been a bad one too cause that much pain to his younger brother. Dean could only watch as Sam curled up on himself, his body tense, until the trembling stopped, and Sam's body relaxed. In a mild moment of panic, Dean was by Sam's side, checking his younger brother for a pulse. He let out a sigh of relief, the pulse was there, Sam's heart was beating, but the younger Winchester appeared to be unconscious.Pain in His Heart -Wincest-3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Damn it Sam," Dean muttered as he shook his head. They were suppose to be checking out of the room in an hour, but with Sam passed out on the bed, there was no chance of that happening. He made sure that Sam could not possibly fall off of the bed before he went to go rebook the room for the next week.
Ten minutes later, Dean was back in the room, fuming with annoyance and anger. The guy behind the counter had been extremely suspicious
Don't Cut Your HairPrompt: HairDon't Cut Your Hair4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Dean finds Sam about to cut his hair.
Warnings: Bullies, boy-on-boy kissing
Sam had always been a self-conscious kid. Even at home. He generally kept to himself and whoever DID try to get close to him well, how does one put this, they didn't exactly get past the glare of death. But moving was something that happened regularly, meaning new towns, and new schools. New schools meant new people, and new people meant more trouble.
Sam was fifteen, tall, lanky, thin and as far as Dean Winchester was concerned, drop dead gorgeous. His scraggly, scrawny fourteen year old self had somehow reinvented itself into an almost impossibly attractive boy. He wasn't Dean-Attractive, he was "tall-dark-and-slight-feminine" attractive. The kind that made you do a double take just so you could get another look at him.
Dean's favorite thing about Sam was most likely his eyes, those big, beautiful, round orbs of emerald and jade. His second favorite
And then Bobby walked in...Prompt: Bobby walks inAnd then Bobby walked in...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: You know Dean, I TOLD you to lock the door
Rating: M (for the beginning part)
Warnings: Bobby's mouth, Dean having his way with Sammy All that good stuff.
Sam moaned, back arching as Dean's tongue trailed down his neck towards his chest, disregarding his shirt entirely by wrenching it off. If it ripped, neither brother really cared all that much, concentrating more on just FEELING one another.
It had been a long, annoying, boring hunt and Dean was getting fed up with Cas sending them off around the US to take care of God's problems. Right now, he was going to ignore whatever responsibility he had and fuck his little brother into the mattress because hey, this was their sin, and they were more than happy to keep on sinning.
The elder Winchester sat up only long enough to pull off his coat and over shirt, Sam sitting up to help him out of his undershirt, before they fell back on the bed again, mouths connected. Sam moan
Scared - WincestDean closed his eyes, stretching his arms out above his head, the motel room sheets sliding down his bare chest. He sighed, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. He turned his head, the clock at his bedside reading three twenty-six. AM. He groaned, turning onto his side and away from the clock, and was startled by his younger brother kneeling beside the bed. Sam's big hazel eyes stared at him from behind scruffy bangs.Scared - Wincest5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Dean," he whispered, "I'm scared."
Dean sat up, his brow furrowed with concern, "Sam, what--" He didn't get far in his sentence before Sam had slid into bed with him, his arms sliding around Dean's waist.
"Please, Dean." He whimpered, "I had another nightmare. They won't stop dying, Dean. Jess, Dad, Mom... I can't get away from it."
Dean found himself lying down and wrapping his strong arms around his brother, closing his eyes and letting his lips brush across Sam's forehead, "Shh..." he whispered, "It's okay, Sammy. I'm here.." He pulled the younger boy closer, for
Fic: Gay Pride FestivalFic: Gay Pride Festival4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters.
Warnings: Wincest, Established Relationship, Kinda fluffy.
"A gay pride festival, Sammy?" Dean asked as he balanced looking at the pamphlet Sam had put on his lap and the road. "Yeah." Sam said simply. "It doesn't really seem like something you'd wanna go to." Dean said glancing at his brother. Sam looked down his face slightly red, "Yeah, well... I don't know, I just, I think it'd be fun and it's on the way so it's not like we'd be going out of our way or anything." Sam looked over at his brother using his best puppy eyes, "Please, Dean?". Dean sighed, dammit that kid knew exactly what to do to get his way, "Fine, we'll go." Sam smiled, a big smile that lit up his whole face. "Thanks, Dean." he said hugging his brother the best the car would allow. "Urgh, Sammy... tryin' to drive here." Dean said as he was squeezed by his brother. "Sorry." Sam said sliding back into his seat t
ReflexEven through the tinny reception of his phone, Sam can vaguely detect the sounds of Dean cranking up the volume on the AC/DC tape in the Impala radio. He smiles at the noise before plugging the ear that isn't glued onto the receiver and ducking into a somewhat quiet corner of the streets he's wandering through. The flickering vacancy sign of their current motel is already in sight if he looks through the filter of a few tree's leaves and looks for the tell-tale neon lights advertisting rooms.Reflex5 years ago in Teen More Like This
"It's just a little cut." Sam explains through the phone, referring to the gash on the forehead he's still sporting on his forehead from their last hunt. It burns in a dull, rhythmic manner, like a bruise settling in after a few hours of throbbing. He touches it with the tip of his thumb and brushes his hair over the dried blood crusting down his forehead even though the shadows do a decent job of eclipsing his injury. Dean's incredulous tuts falls through the earpiece.
"Just get back to the hotel
Wincest- Memorial DayWincest- Memorial Day4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sammy...How could you do this to me?" Dean yelled.
"I'm sorry, Dean Bean... I really am... I just- I have to."
"I love you, Sammy. I love you, please don't go. Please don't leave me!" Dean pleaded. But at that, Sam turned and boarded the ship. Dean's tears began to fall harder, the concept of losing Sam was so alien to him. He stood in shock for a minute before leaving the platform. 'The army? They've got no right to take him away from me.' Deam thought 'Fuck the army.'
* * *
After a year, Dean rarely ever left the house. He'd forgotten the warmth of having Sam lying next to him. Each day, he looked at pictures of them together to keep those times fresh in his mind. 6 days later, he got a lette
Wincest- Camping"Come on, Sammy, it's not that hard." Dean remarked with a laugh as his brother tried to put up the tent.Wincest- Camping4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It hates me..." Sam said "And it's Sam."
"Whatever, Sammy." Dean said, grinning. "Do you need some help?" Sam nodded slightly. Dean stepped quickly over, helping to put up the tent
"Sammy, what're you doing out here, it's late." Dean said "You shouldn't be out in the rain." Sam smiled.
"I just... Couldn't sleep in my tent." he said blushing. Dean smiled and waved his arm towards the door of his tent.
"Come on" he said "I don't want you out here in this weather. You could get sick." Sam paused, then stoood and walked into Dean's tent. He sat down on the floor, still blushing. Dean zipped up the tent and sat down next to Sam, smiling.
"Thanks Dean... I just... Couldn't sleep in there." Sam said, blushing an even deeper shade of red.
"It's no problem, Sammy." Dean replied, moving closer to his brother, before giving him a hug. Another wave of thunder crashed and Sam hugg
Frerard - RosesI was four years old when my parents took me and my brother to a party. It was for adults; There were almost no kids to play with, there weren't clowns, there weren't even balloons. Well, clowns anyway were scary for me. It was a little boring, since my mom had my little brother with her almost all the time, being a baby. I had to stay in a little place they had for kids, with some toys. It was then when another kid arrived. He looked like he was my age, and had hazel eyes too. His mother told him something, before she left him. He sat at my side, getting me confused.Frerard - Roses3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi" he said, with a smile. At least he was not shy, like me.
"Hi" I greeted back, and we stayed quiet a little.
"My name is Frank what's your name?" he asked me, and I could feel his curiosity in me as he looked at me with his always present smile. The music the adults had was a little annoying, but they seemed to enjoy it while dancing. My parents were talking and laughing with other people on a big table, though.
I'll be proud of youPrideI'll be proud of you5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John Winchester was a proud man, and he taught his sons to be proud as well. He taught them to hold their heads high, chins up and walk around happy with who they were.
Dean took to it quickly enough, and by the time he was nineteen, he was just as proud as his father, with one hell of an ego to boot. Sam on the other hand, wasn't so keen on the idea. He was quiet by nature, and preferred being humble and quiet, slinking back into his elder brother's shadow. It was just the kind of person he was.
As they grew older, so did their personalities, and in Dean's case, his pride, and ego. It started to annoy Sam, the way his brother was such a prideful jerk half the time. He tried not to get hung up on it, but it was pretty hard.
"Dean, could you maybe be just a LITTLE humble?" he had hissed, more than once, growing up.
When Sam went away to Stanford, he found, much to his shock, that he kind of missed his brother's idiotic pride in himself. For a while, yes, it was refreshing to be ar
Not InterestedPrompt: JealousyNot Interested4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: When Sam Winchester says "I'm not interested", take it to heart.
Warnings: Dean being overprotective and jealous, PDA
"Hey there hot stuff."
Sam blinked, then blinked again, then blinked a third time in utter shock.
Usually, Dean was the one getting hit on a picked up by every girl in the whole bar not him. So, if that was true, then why was there a pretty blond girl leaned against the table, breasts practically falling out of her shirt, smiling at him.
"Uhm .Hello?" he said, still a little shocked.
Her smile widened.
"What's a handsome guy like yourself doing sitting over here in corner reading?"
Sam quickly hid the cover of the book he was reading ("Demons and the Occult") under the table on his lap.
"Oh, I'm just, uh, just waiting for someone."
The blonde, to Sam's horror, slipped into the empty seat beside him with her smile still in place.
"Then let me keep you company."
Sam was too polite to say no, so instead h
HansonHanson10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are they?
"We're just three brothers who want to make
Well, That is who they are,
and this is who they aren't:
They are not gay.
They are not a boyband;
Though they are boys who are in a band.
They are not long-haired.
They are not girls.
They don't have high voices.
Have you heard of puberty?
Yeah, they have too.
They may have a song called, "MMMBop,"
from way back when,
but people change, they mature,
and so do their ideas.
Their music has evolved,
right along with their appearances,
and their voices.
Flashback to 1997:
"What do you reckon you'll be doing five years
"I hope we'll still be doing music, you know, and
even for the rest of our live. We'll do music."
Flashforward, to the present time, 2004:
Seven years later,
They are still doing music.
What do you call that?
Now, in 2004,
One in his second year of marriage, with a ch
PossessionThe moment John and Mary brought home their second son from the hospital they should have known.Possession5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They dismissed Dean's babysitter, but only after she had cooed over Sam a little, then went to put the new baby in his crib. However, the babysitter had failed to mention that Dean had been stubborn enough not to go to sleep in his own room. In fact, he hadn't even gone to sleep in a real bed.
Dean had fallen asleep next to the crib in a bed of comforters and sheets that his babysitter had obviously made him. He was curled up in a ball, one hand tucked under his chin, one in front of his nose and mouth.
The two adults had had to pause for a second, just to blink and stare at their now eldest son, surprised. The thought that came after the "What ?" was something along the lines of "Aw how cute." But that's to be expected because this is a sleeping baby Dean we're talking about here. The only thing cuter is a sleeping baby Sam.
Mary was the first to smile, handing John Sam and walking ov
VampiresI lay there as I feel the blood leave my body.Vampires7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your fangs buried deep down in my flesh,
As you feed upon me.
I feel the pain as I slip into an immortal life,
Is this what I want?
I feel the coldness take over my body,
As my previous life slips out of my grasp.
Is there more that I am giving up,
More to being what I am becoming.
Whats the blessing in that?
As the people around you die,
You remain ageless, like a living statue.
You have to fear constantly,
Trying to stay unknown.
Living off the deaths of humans,
Then tossing them away.
I dont want it anymore!!!!
No, its too late,
I cannot change it.
I am what I am,
But I refuse,
To be a blood lusting beast.
Sweet Dreams - Wincest Sweet DreamsSweet Dreams - Wincest6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sam slowly slid into the bed beside his brother, shaking uncontrollably. "...Sam?" Dean asked, his eyes still heavy with sleep. "Im s-scared Sam shivered, pulling the blanket over him. It was 2 AM...and the rain beat against the window as the wind howled. "Oh...I forgot you were afraid of storms bro.." he wrapped a loving arm around his brother, smiling at him.
"Thanks Dean..." Sam whispered, his eyes wide with fright despite the warmth of his brothers arm around him. Thunder clapped loudly in the distance, causing Sam to jump. "Sam..it's alright..you know I would never let anything happen to you...I'd protect you with my life.." Dean whispered, his face serious and stricken by the glow of
ShatteredShattered9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fairness of your mind,
Describing you in time,
Slit marks are so deep,
Enough for you to drink,
Blank stares into space,
Just like your ribbion and your lace,
That's put up in your hair,
And put up round your arms,
They cover all your scars,
The horrid marks from your past,
You can't remember childhood,
But it's all good to you,
The hurt and the abuse,
That you were suffering through,
No one sees inside,
The disorders in your mind,
Back and forth you go,
And no one seems to notice,
Your drifting far away,
Letting go, wondering astray,
If you let me live to die,
I'll die to live a life,
Do the oppisite of what you're told,
Reversing things to behold,
A life not quite worth living,
But also not quite worth losing.
Kidnapped by vampires 12A few days after the fallKidnapped by vampires 127 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The room we put Blake in was less dark than the one i'd woken up in with Nathan virtually attached to my arm. But the chair i had been sitting in beside the bed earlier was far less comfortable than i imagined the one in his room, so i had eventually moved to the bed where i was laying with Blake now. I was watching his face for any movement at all besides his eyes. They were moving constantly - showing me he was atleast alive because he was dreaming.
God. I think i would have rather been flown away to Hell than see him here close to death. His wings hadn't gone back in his back, since he hadn't woke up. They were spread out on the bed, giving me a clear view of the wound that i had bandaged up the best i could. I had put a wrap around his head from where it had sort of.. cracked open when he hit it on a rock.
It was a mixture of the wing and the head that could have killed him, could possibly be killing him. The bullets Nathan had loaded in his gun were poiso
COUCH CUDDLINGCOUCH CUDDLING1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gabriel waved the plastic case in front of Drade’s face, smiling happily with one arm crossed. Drade looked at Gabriel disapprovingly with a frown, crossing her own arms and shaking her head.
“Come on Drade, please” Gabriel pleaded disappointment crossing his face
“Gabriel, we can’t just take the night off,” Drade stated looking at the DVD of ‘The Grudge’ in his hands
“Why not? It’s one night only” Gabriel insisted
“God knows the boys can’t do anything without us,” Drade pointed out
“So…maybe the kiddies will just have to do with out us for one night plus they have Cas” Gabriel pointed out.
“You drive a hard bargain…hmm…alright,” Drade finally agreed with a sigh and a smile
Gabriel smiled back at Drade as he snapped his fingers making the DVD pop into the player. Gabriel jumped on to the couch in his apartment with his usual excitement when Dra