The King"My dear, would you like a drink?" He asked, his voice sends chills down my back. I've never really cared for a Scottish accent but him. He is different. I look at him and nod. He smiled, "Good, I'd hate to share this with anyone but you," He gets two glasses, pours the burgundy color liquid in each glass. He offers one to me, I take it. He then snaps his fingers and the fireplace lights up. As the flames start to warm the room on this chilly fall night, we sit on the floral couch in silence. He looks at me. "Now love, what's your name?"The King3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"_______" I say nervously.
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," I look at him, blush and look at the buttons on my coat, and examine the threads like they were the most important thing in the world. I always do that when I'm nervous. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so he could see my face. "Darling, you shouldn't look down. Then I can't see your beautiful face." I smile and blush again. For the King of Hell, he
Daddy's SacrificeDaddy's Sacrifice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was May 18th, when it happened. I knew something was wrong I just couldn't put my finger on it. All day just felt weird to me.
I had just got done doing the dishes from supper, when there was a knock on the door. I being the only parent in the house, since Drew was in the war, answered the door. I saw a man dressed in a dark blue suit; he took his white hat off. His light brown hair was cut thin, he had light blue eyes, he was muscular, but that's what happens when you're in the Marines.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I'm Caption Christian Taylor. I'm hear to tell you that something happened " Tyler, our oldest child who is six comes running.
"Mommy?" He tugs on my pants, I look at him. "Is Daddy coming home yet?"
"We'll see babe, now will you go watch your sister for me?"
"Okay Mommy." He leaves. I turn to the man.
"Mrs. Anderson Do you mind if I come in?"
"Of course come in," I let him in. "Make yourself at home. Just let me put the kids
The Lover - CrowleyxReaderYou walked behind Sam and Dean, carefully stepping down each stair. The staircase was pretty small and enclosed; it lead to the dungeon. Sam walked ahead through the storage room where boxes upon boxes layed neatly organized and dust filled. You watched as he pulled a shelf apart from another roughly. Dean stopped you at the entrance of the dark un-litted part of the room. Sam switched a light on revealing a man to you, chained up behind a small table. He was Crowley, as Dean has mentioned to you before, but this would be the official first meeting. You breathed out behind Dean.The Lover - CrowleyxReader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Moose, I thought you’ve forgotten about me." His strong mixed irish accent sent your heart up the wall. Besides being covered in blood and torn fabric, he seemed handsome. You reminded yourself that HE was the King of Hell. He’d want nothing more to rip you apart. Guts and all. You dismissed your attraction towards him quickly. His brown eyes darted over towards you. "You’ve brought me a gift
I want to try"You can't save everyone my friend. Though you try"I want to try2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- You told me that I can't save everyone. Well maybe... but, Cas, I'm not gonna stop trying. Because that's who I am. I'm an idiot, that's all I know, all I can do. It's my job, and even if it's hard - damn it's freaking hard - but it's my life Cas. I'm an idiot and I'm freaking naive. So I'll never stop trying and never stop hoping to fix everything.
They stay silent for a moment, looking at each other, a sad shadow in Dean's eyes, a familiar heartbroken expression in Castiel's face.
-Dean. You're certainly not an idiot. You are by far the best man I know. And hope is... is a good thing. Dean I... I wish I could help you.
Castiel takes a deep breath looking away for a second. Then fix his eyes back to Dean's, an odd worry in their deep blue. And his next words make Dean choke, wide-eyed.
- I love you Dean Winchester. I wish I could make you happy.
But as soon as he comes back from his shock, Dean grabs
He'll Take ItOf course he couldn't just utter a simple 'Let's roll' and think they would jump into the car and speed away. Not with the way Dean is eyeballing him. He can see him try to hold it in, try to let his sparkly appearance slide.He'll Take It3 years ago in Humor More Like This
He can see the glimmer of it on his body and yeah, he supposes he may just look a tad on the ridiculous side, covered in clown bits.
His glitter-speckled clothes shimmer in the lamplight and he watches his brother's features begin to light up in the same way.
He can't remember. When was the last time he saw that sparkle of life in Dean's eyes?
Okay, that seals it. He'll let him have his fun. It's been too long. Besides, who knows when he will see an unhindered by death and gloom smirk on his brother's face again.
He gives Dean the go ahead and waits for it.
And when it comes, he basks in it. It's like music to his ears. It has become so infrequent and so rare that he almost forgot what it sounds like.
And it's amazing.
His brother is laughing. Dean is laughing.
The Embrace"Dean."The Embrace3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The older Winchester nearly jumps out of his skin and the room seems to be suddenly thrust into a vacuum of silence, broken only by the echo of his glass as it slips from his fingers and hits the table. His body seems to have turned to jelly, accompanied by stomach butterflies and the sensation of increased blood flow as his heart pounds in his chest at the thought. At the thought of the impossible as it threatens to now become possible.
He slowly turns in his seat towards the voice. He isn't sure what he expected to see exactly, but he hears his own sharp intake of breath at the sight that stands just inside the doorway. Sam. Awake. Alive. His throat goes dry and all he can manage to croak out is a raspy "Sam?" in response. After the initial shock and adrenaline rush, Dean rises to his feet and watches his brother approach.
He barely has time to turn to face him before the arms of his younger brother wrap around him with such force that it takes his breath away. And Dean can s
DozenThey wait, crammed against each other in the dark, a constant and pervasive chill turning their once warm skin to match the temperature of their environment; of ice.Dozen3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They remain silent save for the occasional moment when their surroundings tilt; as one of them stumbles and lists to the side, the clang of their body against the wall left to reverberate through the enclosed space before silence takes hold once more.
They wait for the next time the latch will be lifted, signalling the moment when another will be taken.
The squeak of a rusty hinge rattles through their confines and the compartment is flooded with light from above. Not a word is spoken as one more of their kind is grabbed roughly by the neck and pulled through the opening so quickly that they barely feel a ray of sunshine before they are again thrust into darkness.
They wait. There were a dozen of them when this started; their numbers since have dwindled down to three. The others have gone; have served their purpose and lik
Crowley x Reader - Request___________ lay in wait, her vials of holy water jammed in her gun and her ears alert.Crowley x Reader - Request2 years ago in Drama More Like This
As she suspected, the black clothed man appeared at the corner, that same nasty smirk on his face. She fired.
He doubled over, hissing in pain. "What the hell?"
"Funny you should say that," she shouted from her spot behind the mound of dirt.
"You little bitch." He swore again. He quickly healed the burns and turned around to find her. He stalked right past her leaf and dirt covered body and through the woods. "I'll find you! I'll drag your cursed ass right down to Hell, have a little chat with Lucifer down there. You underestimate me, don't you, just like the rest of them?"
"No I don't!" she yelled.
Crowley suddenly appeared on top of her, a wide toothy grin on his face. "You're the little thorn in my side, aren't you?"
__________ fired another vial of holy water at him but he turned his head. She pressed her iron cross to his cheek.
He frowned. "Ouch."
"Get the hell off
Should Have, Could Have, Would HaveHe should have never done it.Should Have, Could Have, Would Have3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He could have prevented this whole fricked up thing.
He would have had some sort of peace, eventually.
He should have let him go.
He could have soldiered on, somehow.
He would have saved him from crossing the line separating sanity from debilitating madness.
He should have listened to Bobby.
He could have helped him find his way.
He would have survived without his brother.
He should have, but couldn't.
He could have, but wouldn't.
He would have, if he knew that his deal would turn Sam's fate into something far worse than death.
I've Been Watching you (Crowley x Reader)It was late at night. After having a horrible day, that only reminded me of how unsuccessful I am, I went to my room. It was dirty and messy. I didn't feel like cleaning – I never felt like cleaning. So there I was, lying on my bed, thinking, ‘why do I put up with this shit?’ So I took a razor – my one special razor, that I promised I’ll never use again – and cut a single line in my arm. It wasn't deep, or long, just enough to feel pain, and observed how that little bit of blood, ran gingerly across my arm through my fingers, and touched the floor. And just as it touched the floor, I could feel the pain going away. I don’t know for how long I was there just seeing my blood running down my arm, and making more cuts. I just know that I looked up for one second, and there he was.I've Been Watching you (Crowley x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A man, dress up in a suit, elegant, attractive, hot. And even though it was the first time I saw him, he looked very familiar.
“Cutting yourself again, aren't we (Y
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 Go3 years ago in Drama More Like This
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
Fly In The Ointment - 7x15He peels away from the hospital, leaving Nora and her 'short one ear' kid at the emergency room doors. The fight mode his body had adopted starts to wane, replaced by a permeating stiffness in his joints and the feel of drifting out on the road somewhere, lightheaded and numb.Fly In The Ointment - 7x153 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Well what should he expect? After all, he was strapped to a damn chair after being stabbed in the neck by the guy he was there to save and oh, let's not forget about being sliced and relieved of his blood. Seeing his blood in a bowl, man, that never gets old, always a great time. He snickers at that.
A quick glance to the rear view mirror and the realization that he looks like a warmed up piece of leftover demon chow and he is thrust back into the scene he just escaped from. What the hell was wrong with that guy? Him and Sam, they were so gungho on saving some piece of crap that got off on killing innocent women? It's just since when do humans want to be demon playthings? It's not right. It's dead wrong and
Crowley, The King of SexyCrowley, The King of Sexy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't like him. I can't like him. I won't like him. Him and his stupid voice and his stupid eyes.....uhg.
How can you like someone who's locked you up, god knows where, strapped you to a table, so that he can torture and get information, you don't even know out of you? He fortunately hasn't really done anything yet, he's been busy doing you don't wanna know what. But every time the bastard comes in your heart flutters betraying you.
Oh shit he's coming. This time it won't matter what he does. It won't matter if he talks with that accent, or if he looks at you with those deep dark eyes. It won't matter.
"Hello darling." Dammit.
"How is my favorite "patient"?". He says with a smirk. "Oh you know the bed is fine, the service is terrible." you reply sarcastically. He chuckles softly. "There you go, keep that humor. It'll get you through this."
The words he was saying were so horrible, but said so silkily. The song "I Hate Everythin
Crowley x ReaderImagine Dragons - DemonsCrowley x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
___________ sighed, walking down the long road, her hands tucked into her pockets and her face concealed by her hood. The wind was bitter. She'd been walking for God knows how long.
"Love, what are you doing up at this hour?" His soft, familiar voice met her ears and she nearly tripped. She didn't though, and she kept walking. "It's dangerous, with things like me running around." He smirked at her.
She simply ignored him. He noticed the tears frozen to her cheeks.
"Oh, love, what's wrong?" His tone faltered and became concerned. He walked alongside her. "You can tell me."
She shook her head. He took her hand. She felt her fingers twitch but his warmth was comforting. His hand completely encompassed hers.
"Well, my dear, I'm taking you away," he whispered. They appeared in a small house, out in the middle of a field. He snapped his fingers and a fire sprung to life in the fireplace.
___________ lay back on the couch.
"Darling, please te
Things We Leave BehindThings We Leave Behind4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Int. Small Basement Day
A MAN is sitting on the hard floor, He is wearing a U.S Marines combat uniform, he is dirty and is bleeding from multiple wounds.
I'm Captain Christian Taylor of the U.S Marines Corps. I'm a prisoner of War. My story isn't all that great, my father was in the military, as was his father, and his father before him. Lets just say that serving my country runs in my blood.
CHRISTIAN frowns at the thought of his father, as he realizes what happened a few hours earlier
My unit was ambushed, All of them are dead, I'm the only survivor... If only this damn war never happened...
He leans back against the wall, he winces with pain.
This "war" started when China bought all of our nations debt. Through the years America was okay we were trying to figure something out so China would stop... We never did. Two years ago China wanted some kind of payment, we couldn't afford what they were asking for, so they declared war o
Enough (Crowley x Reader One shot)It had not gone over well when you told the Winchesters that their paranoia about introducing you to Crowley was unwarranted, as you had known the King of Hell back when he was just King of the Crossroads.Enough (Crowley x Reader One shot)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That and that you had made many small deals with him over the years.
Looking back, that fact was probably the clincher for what had become one of the most explosive arguments you’d ever had with your little family. Dean had thrown a chair across the room causing it to smash against the door frame, not that you were really any better, as you had buried more than one of your knives hilt deep into the wall before you’d left.
Sam had had a horrified look on his face when Dean told you to- how was it that he put it- “Get the hell out of my sight you stupid lying bitch before I do something we’ll both regret!”
You had screamed back, “I didn’t lie, you just never asked! Besides I was leaving anyways. Who in the world would want to stick around someo
Hell Of A RideIt's warm. It's too warm. Why is it so warm?Hell Of A Ride3 years ago in Drama More Like This
His head doesn't want to move from the downcast position it's in so he just takes in the sight of his body that seems to be detached from his head. He wants to lift up his hand to wipe the sweat from his face but coordination is not a luxury he is currently friends with. Plus, it's a faint and distant realization but he's pretty sure his hands are tied behind his back. Peachy.
He can hear laughter and flinches slightly at the sound. He watches as a pair of ugly, worn out boots slowly come into view.
A pull on his chin and he is face to face with someone he can't recognize. A fractured smile makes its way onto the stranger's lips and he wonders what he did now, and why he can't gather the strength to try anything to wipe ugly's face free of it.
"Buckle up tough guy, you're in for a hell of a ride. Seeing as you've never ridden the wave before, you may want to think twice the next time you give a lecture about what others do to unwind. She wan
Crowley x Reader, When In Rome (chpt 2)_____ found herself in a nice-ish restaurant, (not fancy just not fast food.) at a window seat, looking at a menu in front of her, waiters bustling about, and people laughing all around her. As nice and happy as everything was, the best part was the man sitting across from her. He wore a black suit and tie, with black hair, and black dress shoes, and a mischievous grin on his face. It was Crowley, The King of Hell. _____ had spent some, er, intimate time with Crowley recently, and now they seemed to be out on a date or something.Crowley x Reader, When In Rome (chpt 2)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was something off about the way he smiled at her. Last time when he had looked at her, it had been very lustful. The lust was still there, but now there was something else, too. If she didn't know any better she almost would have said it was....love. Wait, that can't be right. That thing with Crowley had been a one night stand, and, how did she get here? She didn't remember meeting Crowley again, going to this restaurant, ordering this food, any of it. W
Truly AloneTruly Alone - Poem - Spoilers for 7x23Truly Alone3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He brushes away the glass to gently ease himself inside;
he touches the wheel with fondness, on this source of a brother`s pride.
With a shaking hand he turns the key, and hears the engine come to life;
but the rumble seems to tear through him with the sharp sting of a knife.
Emptiness consumes him, as he seeks shelter in her care;
the memories that she evokes are too much for him to bear.
He presses down and drives away, his destination still unknown;
and all the while he hears the demon`s words...
`You are well and truly alone`.
Destiel short fic-- First Kiss?The impala was parked behind a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere. Sam left to go use the public restroom while Dean and Cas waited outside and stretched their legs after the long car ride.Destiel short fic-- First Kiss?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A bee began to buzz around the hunter's body, and he began to swat at it in an awkward and overdone motion. Cas merely stared at him, as usual, as if he were studying Dean's crazed dance. The bee finally rested...but on poor Dean's face.
"Oh, come on!" Dean snarled in frustration. He raised his hand to squish the bug.
Cas grabbed Dean's wrist before he could make contact.
"Don't," the angel said as he scooted as close to possible to get a better view of the bee.
"If it stings me, I swear to God--" Dean began, but stopped speaking as Cas raised his hand and gently brushed the bee away.
Sam walked down the path on the side of the convenience store, a bag of snacks in his hand. As he turned the corner, he immediately jumped back and hid behind the wall.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit," Sa
Nellis- SpiderGripping an empty coffee mug in his hand Nick made his way into the kitchen with the intention of filling it back up. Halfway across the room he saw it and froze, horrified.Nellis- Spider3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ellis." Nick hissed quietly, grip tightening on the mug. No response.
"Ellis." A little louder, more desperate. There was still no response.
Carefully, the gambler began backing his way towards the living room he had just come out of.
Stepping back through the opening connecting the two rooms, he turned his head enough to glance at the hick while still keeping an eye on the kitchen.
"Ellis!" Nick snapped in a low tone.
The hick looked up from his car magazine he had in his lap while sitting cross-legged on the couch. He frowned, brows twitching together slightly at the sight of Nick looking so worked up.
"Man Nick, ya don't look s'good. What's the matter?"
"There's a really fucking big-ass spider in the kitchen. Kill it."
The hick's brows furrowed a little more and his bottom lip stuck out slightly in
CrowleyXReaderYou slam your car door behind you walking up to the front door of the house you’ve come to know as well as your own. You raise your hand to knock but before you get the chance it swings open. You step inside and slip off your shoes so that you’re in just your socks before making your way down the ornate hallway.CrowleyXReader2 years ago in Drama More Like This
You’d met Crowley by chance about 8 months ago at a small coffee shop in town known for their bourbon cupcakes. You were just out of college and looking for a place to settle down and find a job. Honestly you weren’t looking for a relationship but you two had struck up a conversation and things had escalated from there. Actually it’d be easiest to say you had basically moved in with him without actually living there.
You had a room where you kept a few changes of clothes and spent most of your time off from work here exploring the house and just hanging around even when Crowley was working.
More than once he had told you to go ahead and move in but
The Door"Do you hear that Sam? Hmmm? Oh, come on, don't be like that. You started it."The Door3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You're such a party pooper."
"Fine, I'll tell you what it is. That, my friend, is the sound of the door."
"Your door. And you have left it wide open..."
"... and let me waltz right in; right into the delicious smorgasbord of complicated 'stuff' you have in that noggin of yours."
Smiles and taps hs head.
"It makes me all warm and toasty inside. Wait, that's what's missing."
"There. That's better. It's always so cold here. Nothing like souls roasting on an open fire to say 'Home Sweet Home.' Yeah, I know. Ahhhhhh, it takes me back too. Home. How I miss it. All the fun times we had. Don't you agree? Sam?"
"Back to the silent treatment are we? Ummm, you know, that does kind of hurt my feelings."
Hand over heart.
"What? I have feelings too. I mean, after all Sam, I was the one who found Dean. Me. If it wasn't for me your brother would be de
Invisible Ink - Spoilers for 7x19"B o .b Bobby? Sam, get in here!"Invisible Ink - Spoilers for 7x193 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sam flinches and bolts at the sound of his brother's voice, its usual calm demeanour seemingly tainted with an uncharacteristic twinge of disbelief and shock. He quickly surveys the scene but doesn't see anything that would warrant the freak out quality that had been laced within his brother's tone.
"What? What is it Dean?"
Puzzlement displays itself on Dean's features, quickly followed by his patented 'Are you kidding me?' stare. His brother huffs in what Sam figures is a sigh of frustration, before he raises his arm and his gaze tracks towards the opposite wall.
"C'mon man, tell me you are seeing that!"
Sam follows the jittery finger point and looks to where it is aimed, its focus the mirror above the sink. His eyes roam around the surface of the glass and Sam lets out a gust of air of his own as his eyes take in a great big pile of absolutely nothing. He swears he had heard panic in Dean's call to him and although a roll of uneasine