Fallen AngelWas it the controls that were unresponsive, or his own limbs? It was becoming hard to tell between them.Fallen Angel4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Another blow shook the machine, and his bones. The one camera that had remained functional went blank, throwing the cockpit into almost total darkness, save for the incessant blinking of warning lights. Coolant, ammunition, left arm jammed, hull breach, right arm not functioning the CPU's attempt to gently inform the occupant that said limb had been ripped from the rest of the frame fission drive jettisoned...thankfully life support was holding up.
Freefall seemed so tempting now.
A final blow struck and he lurched forwards, despite the restraints doing their best to hold him in position. Something clicked in his shoulder, followed by brief, searing pain, and then...nothing. He slumped back in his harness as the world around him, such as it was, became a blur of flying colours; the ringing in his ears drowning out even the loud crash and the scream of tortured metal. F
Human Experiences 3Human Experiences 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Touko awoke to find herself in a small tent, a cool breeze blowing in through the open flap. Forcing her eyes to adjust to the harsh light of day, she sat up and surveyed her surroundings. Sitting behind her, rocking back and forth idly, was her Darmanitan. Every so often he would exhale, letting out a puff of balmy air, heating the tent as effectively as a fire would.
"Thanks, pal," she said drowsily. Her Darmanitan soaked up the complement and let out a small cry of happiness. She reached over and stoked its head lazily as she tried to piece together everything that had happened to make her feel so utterly tired.
The memory of the previous day's events hit her like a blow to the stomach. Had she really accomplished so much in such a short span of time? Curiosity got the better of her and pushed her to her feet. Her back let out a weary pop as she stood and her legs seemed to creak and moan under her weight. The pain in her muscles was excruciating as she forced
Live for the Moment: Chapter 1Live for the Moment: Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The day they met hadn't been anything special, as White recalls. It was the second day of the second week of her sophomore year, and she was walking down the hall to her next class when she rounded a corner. Walking straight into his chest, N reflexively dropped his books and jumped a foot in the air. His history book landed directly on her foot, causing her to squeak and bite her lip.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said quickly, scratching the back of his head nervously. White bent down and picked his history book up off of her foot.
"It's okay," she mumbled, "just a few broken toes, nothing to worry about here..."
"I'm really, really sorry about that," he laughed, bending down to pick up the remainder of his belongings. White noted that he had a sketchbook with him and raised her eyebrows.
"You draw?" she asked, reaching out and tapping the pile of books in his arms. He scratched the back of his head again.
"Yeah, I guess," he said, "just a little bit."
"Cool, can I see?" she asked. He shrugged
My Heart, Your HandsDean's eyes flickered from the television screen to the man sitting beside him on the small couch. It was more like a loveseat, really, but than sounded like a pansy term Sam would know so Dean pretended it was a small couch.My Heart, Your Hands4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean let his eyes linger on the man beside him, or as it may be, the angel. His eyes slid from the angel's unruly dark hair to his piercing blue stare, currently boring holes in the tv. He let his gaze move to Cas's pink lips, currently pressed together like they would do when Cas was concentrating. His eyed traveled further, skimming over the trench coated arm and resting on the thing that was currently keeping him from focusing on the movie.
Castiel's fingers were thread tightly through his. This fact alone wasn't startling, but when Dean thought about it long enough, which he did of course, he realized he'd never really done this. He could probably count the number of times he'd held someone's ha
Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 2It was the next morning, and the rain still poured down on the gray castle walls of Camelot, drenching all those who dared to venture out into it. The knights were all out in the rain, taking shifts to wait and watch for their prince to return to the safety that the stonewalls provided, but there had been no sign of them, neither the prince, his servant nor the horses. It was why the knights were out, just to watch and wait.Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sir Lancelot, had been one of the unfortunate few that had drawn the first watch, in the early morning with the rain drops as cold as steel and feeling as sharp as needles against what bare skin he had visible. Beneath his armor, he was shivering, though confident that if Arthur and Merlin were trapped somewhere they would be dry. Neither of the boys were foolish enough to stay out in the rain during such a powerful storm, and it was that thought in mind that he returned to his quarters to get out of his sopping wet clothes and freezing armor.
The knight closed the
On Being A FreakSam looked at his feet then back at Dean, his heart racing with anxiety as his brother eyed him with an unreadable expression on his face. He'd been staring at him with that look on his face for several minutes now, and it was starting to worry Sam more than a little.On Being A Freak3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Taking hold of his anxiety, he sat straighter in the chair and met his brother's unwavering gaze. "Are you going to answer my question or should I get a book to read while you think it through?"
The expression fell from Dean's face and with a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head, he glared at Sam. It was as though the last five minutes hadn't happened. "Shut it, Sammy." He growled, though the tone behind it told Sam that he wasn't even remotely upset. "Do I think you're a freak? Yeah, Sam I do. I always have. But," he met Sam's gaze and sighed. "But only I get to call you that."
"That's very reassuring, Dean, thank you. I am so glad we had this talk." Sam sighed and turned to his laptop, then hesitated. His love
Angel of the CenterfoldDean shot down the dark and empty highway like he had Hellhounds on his tail, but that's just how he drives. His lips were pursed together and he had everything on his mind except the two asphalt lanes stretched in front of him. The separation from Sam was weighing heavily in his thoughts, but not as much as something he'd been fighting not to think about.Angel of the Centerfold4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
More specifically, the way Dean couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter how hard he'd tried. Sometimes he would find himself staring at Cas, almost unable to look away. But then the angel would catch him staring, and Dean would act like he had been lost in thought or something. Of course, it's not like Cas would understand things like longing glances. Understanding human nature in general was not his strong suit. But that was ok with Dean, because he found Cas's literal stance to be adorable.
"Jesus, Dean, could you be any gayer?" he mumble
Ch5: Our inner strugglesWARNING: YAOI (boyxboy love)Ch5: Our inner struggles5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What Happens in the Library?
Chapter five: Our inner struggles
Jaidyn walked silently through the library, humming a soft slow tune as he strolled down the aisle. The warm musty smell of the books invited him in and made him feel as if he was in a fairy tale. He felt like he could walk these bookshelves forever without a care in the world. He ran his finger tips over the worn spines of the books as he walked at a slow pace. There was no need to rush. He gazed longingly at the faded titles, childishly wishing that he could just disappear into one of them. He let out a heavy breath as his eyes closed. He could feel the warm sun light beating down on him from the high windows. His shoulders loosened up and he pressed himself up against the book shelf and melted onto it, even the books were warm from the sunshine. It was Saturday and just yesterday the chaos that had been inventory week had ended. So now he could enjoy the solitude of th
Going Up"Hold the elevator!" Sam Wesson yelled as he raced through the lobby of his office building. A suit clad arm shot out, halting the doors. "Thanks," Sam said breathlessly, practically falling into the elevator. He caught his breath and looked up, intent to thank the guy, but he stopped, realizing who it was.Going Up4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sam couldn't figure out what it was about Dean Smith that made it impossible for him to think about anything else. It wasn't just the dreams he'd had involving the two of them killing supernatural baddies, it was something else. Which made no sense to Sam, because not only was Dean a guy, but he was a salad eating corporate douche bag.
But he looked damn good in a suit, there was no denying it. Sam leaned against the side of the metal box, allowing his eyes to roam Dean's body.
"Going up?" Dean asked, pretending, as usual, like he didn't know him. Sam nodded, and Dean leaned forward and pressed their floor
A Beautiful LieSometimes Dean wonders when he lost the ability to care about anything. The most logical date would be when he found out that Sam said yes in Detroit. But that wouldn't be true, because he still cared about things when he tried saying yes to Michael. He still cared when the croatoan virus swept the nation, infecting and killing so many innocent people. He cared about that so much that he formed one of the first camps for survivors. He even still cared the first few times his refugees died on supply raids.A Beautiful Lie4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It must have been sometime after that when he stopped caring.
What did he have left to care about, really? Whenever Dean would bother to wonder when he stopped caring he would always end up wondering if there was actually anything worth caring about.
Every time he thought that he ended up feeling guilty, and useless emotions like guilt didn't suit him so well anymore. Even though he was no longer capable of c
Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 1Arthur Pendragon found himself watching Merlin yet again as Gwen and Morgana helped the servant boy learn to fight more easily with a sword. Yes, he probably should be the one doing that, causing their swords to clash against one another's, he should be the one The one that cause the sweat on Merlin's brow, causing his chest to heave with heavy breaths from how long he had been moving. The servant, for all of his many faults, was fast and able to dodge most of the blows that Morgana sent his way. It pleased the young prince to watch though he would have taken more pleasure from being the one training him, but the girls had insisted. The smile on his lips appeared again as he leaned against the side of the castle watching, it meant he could take Merlin out on a hunt alone, without the guards.Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was something he had done in the past, but always within an hour's ride from the court, this time however, this time he had asked his
Blood and MilkI came back from the grocer's laden with a dozen plastic bags full to the brim with milk. Low fat, semi-skimmed, full fat, flavoured and soya. It's impossible to know what that man really wants, truly infuriating sometimes. When I went into the kitchen, I found him leaning head first in the sink, one arm above his head, fingers curled in angst in his hair and the other cast aside, blood spilling out of a deep gash.Blood and Milk4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I dropped the bag.
"Sherlock! What the hell are you doing?!" I rushed over, yanking him from the sink by the collar of his shirt. He stared at me, his face drained of all colour and his pupils huge, like dustbin lids. He spoke as if he was drunk and disorientated.
"Heh Hello Watson," he drawled, his head seemingly too heavy for his neck to hold up. He flailed and collapsed on me, draping his arms around my neck. When I tried to move he dragged his feet along the floor. I laid him across the kitchen table, with diffic
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 243 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 3There was an awkward silence, both before and after Merlin and Arthur had eaten and the dark haired boy sat by the fire with a frown on his lips. It made no sense to him, Arthur was all but avoiding him like he was sick with the plague. Didn't Arthur realize that they were stuck there and that if they didn't help each other, they could be in danger? Well at least Arthur would, he'd probably starve, the prince was rubbish at cooking or doing anything with food besides eating it.Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
But something had changed between them and Merlin could feel it, almost as if Arthur was purposefully avoiding him, and if he wasn't avoiding him, he was always watching him. It had been hard for him not to notice it. At first Merlin was convinced that it was Gwen the prince had been staring at since the first several times he had seen his gaze, he had been with her. However, the lingering looks had become more frequent and more directed at him and him alone. It made his heart beat fast, his cheeks flush, but he
Princely Love pt 4"Fine but I order you to tell me on the way. Understand?" The prince stood and walked to the door.Princely Love pt 45 years ago in Drama More Like This
Aoi nodded with a yes, walking somewhat rushed but not too rushed for the prince to keep up with his own normal stride. "But I really should not be saying it in the public locations your highness. I will get in very much trouble..."
The prince took Aoi's hand as they walked, making sure he wouldn't get lost. "Then speak quietly." The prince stopped for a moment to allow the trotting Yuki catch up to them.
Aoi leaned his body in closer, quieter.. "I like you because you are actually very kind underneath that princely exterior." Aoi smiled, very happily. He hadn't pictured him to be like that, more so like the king instead. He was happy that wasn't true.
"And why did you kiss me?" The prince said looking up at the knight.
"Because I like you.. I like you very much." He glanced around quickly, no one in sight... He kissed again very briefly to convey his feelings. It was dangerous to kiss in
A Trickster's TaleLoki rolled his eyes at the absolute ridiculous notion that he could be anything aside from amazing. The young man before him hesitated, and apparently decided that he wouldn't continue the conversation. After another long moment of silence, the man turned and walked away.A Trickster's Tale3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Loki would take care of him later.
Turning, the trickster shifted himself back to his current town of residence; he'd been looking for a new place to stay when he'd run into the rude fellow who had had the nerve to call him a Fool. Indeed. A Fool? He would not sell his talents; none could afford such greatness. Not even the highest of kings.
He made his way to his current home, avoiding the front door and simply going straight into his room. He sighed and looked around. It had been far too long since he'd taken time to just relax. It sometimes amazed him how much he could accomplish and how easily he lost track of time. He sometimes found he had spent months on one project. One time, he lost an entire year.
The Things You Do For FriendsI'm looking out for the two of usThe Things You Do For Friends4 years ago in Drama More Like This
And I hope we'll be here when they're through with us
Castiel looked back at Dean, his brow furrowed. "I'll clear them out," he said, undoing the tie which hung limply around his neck. "This is our only chance."
"Wait," Dean said, frowning at Castiel. "You're gonna take on five angels?"
Looking point-blank back at Dean, Castiel simply said "Yes."
"Isn't that suicide?" Dean asked, his voice gruff.
"Maybe it is," Castiel said, watching the furrow of Dean's brow become more pronounced. It would be nice to tell Dean that he had faith in him, but he wouldn't lie. He'd watched Dean struggle against whatever Zachariah had shown him, but remain too impeccably stubborn to call Sam. Until it was too late. He'd watched Dean drink himself through the death of Joe and Ellen, alone. He'd watched him repeatedly look to the place where Sam should have stood only to find empty air, and he'd watched Dean shut a small part of himself off
Suicide and blissYour body shuts down;Suicide and bliss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youll feel fine,
I dont lie,
Blood, rushes through your veins
Suicide intoxicates your mind
FatalFrame-Spn Crossover FicDisclaimer: I don't own SupernaturalFatalFrame-Spn Crossover Fic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
eric Kripke does)
Summary: Sam and Dean decide to take a break from all their hunting for a while. So to keep Dean from bitching Sam buys a Ps2 and the first 3 fatal frame games! Hilarity and fluff ensues
AN: I've been playing ALOT of Fatal Frame lately cuz my brain decided "hey lets have a heart attack AGAIN from playing these games" and my bestest friend ever is making crossover fics so i decided "hey i miss SPn and it'll be fun to torture Dean" so here it is ^^
"Well the first one wasnt that scary, so what makes you think this one will scare me?" I rolled over on my bed to stare at my younger brother who was now putting in the video game.
Fatal Frame II : Crimson Butterfly? Sounds girly to me. I mean who makes a scary games title involve Butterfly? How dumb.
"You screamed like a million times during the first one. I'm surprised I still have ea
Calling All You AngelsIt had been three months since Sammy had died. At least, that's the way Dean preferred to think about it. He couldn't face the fact that his brother was trapped down in Lucifer's Cage. Dean knew a thing or two about being trapped, he'd served his time on the rack in hell after all. So when he thought about Sammy he'd pretend he was dead. He'd be better off.Calling All You Angels4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Maybe I would be too," Dean mumbled to himself before taking another swig from the bottle of vodka he'd been working on for the last half hour. He winced at the taste, vodka had never been his drink of choice but it was hard and that's what he needed.
Dean ran his fingers along the painter's cloth covering his precious car. Right now it should be parked outside a cheap motel room instead of quietly rusting away in Lisa's garage. He couldn't think of it as his garage just yet, not now, maybe not ever.
He took another long drink from the bottle an
Princely Love pt 9"Father...why do you not love me? I am your son....all I have ever wanted was for you to see me and not your kingdom, to love me as your son and not love your kingdom in place of me....I do listen to you father, but all you ever give me is a cold heart and a hateful glare!! Why do you have me!? Why do you hate my existence so much!?" The prince wanted so badly to look away, or better yet storm off. All he could do, however, was continue looking at his father, his own words starting to form stinging tears in his young eyes.Princely Love pt 95 years ago in Drama More Like This
The king was starting to have enough of this, standing up and towering over feeling as though the kid was just acting like a spoiled brat. Aoi was so close to just snapping and taking Kassanova back to his room without the king's permission. He could feel how tensioned of a relationship the two had. He gripped his fist even tighter, trying to concentrate his anger of this predicament into his hand to stay his place. The King stared down at Kassanova, "And as my Son y
Ink Blots"What is this?"Ink Blots4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'This' was the ga-billionth white card Sherlock had shown me that afternoon. Each one was decorated with random black ink blots; some showed handwriting, others showed pictures but most just showed blurry black dots.
We were in the living room and it was raining. The sky was a gloomy grey mess of ozone and fog and it hung around the rooftops and steeples like an ominous cloak. The rain made the sound of feet on gravel as it hit the window in a rhythmical pattern. I drummed my fingers in time with it, thinking about the people down below on the street up to their waists in acid rain water. What would happen if it flooded ?
Sherlock was more bored than usual and was trying to turn me into a smaller version of himself to pass the time. And for once in his life, he was failing miserably, and this wasn't helping his attitude. There was no way I was going to become a moody sociopathic without any sense of emotion; and besides, how
Revenge chapter 2Sam slammed the phone down on the desk. He was furious with himself. If he hadn't responded like that, he'd still be on the phone with Dean. The way Dean had said his name Sam shuddered. He needed to get Dean outta there as quickly as possible. Sam turned to Bobby. "We gotta get Dean outta there Bobby."Revenge chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I know boy," Bobby replied grabbing two shot glasses and some scotch. He poured the two shots and handed one to Sam.
"You heard Dean he sounded " Sam didn't want to think about how bad Dean would be. He drained the scotch in one mouthful.
Bobby nodded drinking some of his. "We know Dean's alive; we can work from there."
Sam shook his head. He was frustrated with Bobby. He knew Dean was alive but bobby didn't hear the tone of voice Dean used. Dean was not okay and they needed to get to him soon. "Bobby, you heard him! He could barely say my name! You heard what that bastard said!"
This time Bobby was the one slamming his shot glass down on the table. "Dammit boy! Don't
AngelFeathers and BuletHoles:1Disclaimer: I dont own supernatural or any of its cast (Eric Kripke does)AngelFeathers and BuletHoles:14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing: Destiel (Dean/Castiel)
Summary: One day Cas shows up soaked outside of Dean and Sam's motel room with some shocking news. He's been suspended from his angelic powers!!
Yawning I dried my hair with the clean towel i managed to find in our current motel room. It was cheaper and dirtier then any of our usual ones, but we really didnt have a choice the only other motel was in the next town. Thank god we'd be leaving tommorow to look for a new hunt. I've been on edge ever since Cas last left for heaven. For some reason i just cant help but get this bad feeling, that something happened to him. I've been calling out to him the past 2 days but still, nothing. Not even a phone call, let alone a text message. So hopefully hunting down some demons or something will take my mind of things.
"Hey you okay?" Sam stared at m