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Crowley5 months ago in Movies & TV
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Motorcity - Lineart5 months ago in Movies & TV
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Supernatural Cast1 year ago in Movies & TV
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Meg and Dean5 months ago in Other
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King of Hell-- WIP5 months ago in Movies & TV
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Your Nose Glows, StupidHe darts out into the storm and grunts in frustration as the tracks are swallowed up in a blanket of white.Your Nose Glows, Stupid5 months ago in Humor More Like This
He squints through the deluge and smiles.
He approaches, gun at the ready, its silver bullet itching to take the imposter down.
A branch crackles beneath his boot and the thing turns, its hot breath steaming the air like a bull readying its charge.
"Hiya Red. Man, not the smartest shifter are ya? See, Santa ain't the only one who can use your light to find his way."
Antlers swipe and hooves descend as he fires.
"Eat lead… Rudolph."
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Supernatural Wallpaper - Ruby5 months ago in People
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Crowley bby5 months ago in People
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I'm SorrySupernatural Doctor Who CrossoverI'm Sorry8 months ago in Drama More Like This
A solitary figure stands at a distance, quietly observing the graveyard and the two angels which stand among the headstones ready to wage their battle. His head tilts up and he closes his eyes to feel the sun warm the surface of his skin. He breathes deeply; he already knows how this encounter will end. This place will soon set the stage for the ultimate showdown; will be the backdrop to both sacrifice and strength; to victory and loss; to hatred so intense and love that knows no bounds.
A sigh escapes his lips as he leans against the door of his ship for support.
It is not within his nature to stand as a
Reunion"Cas?" Asked Dean looking around as the beasts started closing in on him, Dean looked around more hoping to find his crazed friend in a trench coat. "Cas?!" Yelled Dean again hoping for an answer. An eariee silence. The only noises Dean could hear were the low grumbles of the beasts, and the crunching of twigs and leaves.Reunion8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cas! Where are you?!" Still nothing, Dean runs his hand through his hair. "Goddamnit..."
"Well hello Dean… Long time no see…" Came a voice behind Dean. Dean looked around seeing the beasts back away. He turned to the voice. The man is slender, but tall, his hair is a light brownish color, but his eyes. Dean knew
So Much Crowley9 months ago in Movies & TV
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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 - 7x1510 months 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 l
Have a Little Heart "Dean… We shouldn't be here. We should be taking care of that monster." Castiel announcedHave a Little Heart10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cas, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm human. I need food, sleep and…" Dean looked past Cas as he saw two young women "…And some girls" Dean got up.
"We don't have time for this Dean." Objected Cas.
Dean looked back at Cas. "Don't worry; I'll hook you up with the other." Dean left.
"Dean!" Cas frowned.
Dean walked over to the two young girls. One girl had brown eyes, long brown hair, she was about five feet and three inches tall. She was wearing a red hoodie, blue jeans and black boots. She was talking to the other girl. Th
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.Dozen10 months 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 i
Those Days Are GoneHe stands up and wavers for a moment, the rush of alcohol swishing its way from his body straight into his head. He steadies himself and motions to the other man that it's his turn.Those Days Are Gone10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He's silent as he backs away, no snarky remarks or smile to accompany the victory of sinking four shots in a row.
Angry eyes meet his as the man steps towards the plate, gripping the pool cue so tight he's surprised it doesn't split in two.
He leans against his stool and takes a swig of his drink. He waits, watches and takes another, draining the contents without even realizing he had.
This used to be fun. There used to be a certain rush when they would reliev
Truly AloneTruly Alone - Poem - Spoilers for 7x23Truly Alone11 months 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`.
Dick Roman sketch11 months ago in Portraits
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Resolutions? Yeah, I've Made A Few100 word Drabble to ring in 2013. Happy New Year to one and all.Resolutions? Yeah, I've Made A Few5 months ago in Humor More Like This
"Unbelievable! Stupid… what'd they think would happen? Conjure a demon and have a fricken cappuccino with it? I quit!"
"You say that every year dude."
"My resolution for 2013? No. More. Hunting. Things. That. Idiots. Bring. On. Themselves."
"Calm down."
"I AM CALM DAMMIT!"
"Obviously."
"I'm scrapping the whole thing. Consider my kit and caboodle officially retired."
"Seriously? Ha…"
"You find this funny?"
"Got another resolution for you."
"What?"
"I, Dean Winchester, will never, EVER use the term kit and caboodle again because it makes me sound like a complete nerd
I want to try"You can't save everyone my friend. Though you try"I want to try5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Weeks later...
- 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.
- Dean...
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
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 King7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"_______" I say nervously.
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," I look at him, blush and loo
Hell Of A RideIt's warm. It's too warm. Why is it so warm?Hell Of A Ride10 months 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 make
The Door"Do you hear that Sam? Hmmm? Oh, come on, don't be like that. You started it."The Door1 year ago in Drama More Like This
"You're such a party pooper."
Eyeroll.
"Fine, I'll tell you what it is. That, my friend, is the sound of the door."
Finger point.
"Your door. And you have left it wide open..."
Extends arms.
"... 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.
Hugs himself.
"It makes me all warm and toasty inside. Wait, that's what's missing."
Snaps fingers.
"There. That's better. It's always so cold here. Nothing like souls roasting on an open fire to say 'Home Sweet Home
Dick Roman1 year ago in Scraps
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Invisible Ink - Spoilers for 7x19"B… o….b… Bobby? Sam, get in here!"Invisible Ink - Spoilers for 7x191 year 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
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