Reconvene - Dean x ReaderI remember the day that he was taken away so clearly. Dick Roman had been stabbed and then, suddenly, a blast filled the room that they were in. I attempted to run to them, to see if they were okay, only to be dragged back by Sam. I screamed and begged for him to release me. My cries were met when silence fell and we burst through the doors.Reconvene - Dean x Reader in Romance More Like This
The lab was deserted. There was no sign of Castiel, Dean or even Dick. My breath caught in my throat. What happened to them? I wasn't able to comprehend the situation at hand. They were gone. All of them. And neither of us had any idea on how we were supposed to get them back.
I was a month pregnant, scared and hadn't even had the chance to tell him. He was never going to know. I was planning on telling him when this whole mess was over, but now, who knows when I was going to have the chance to tell him? Sam knew, obviously, he was the one person to help me through the entire process. Pregnancy, hormones, you name it. There was no one else there re
Isolophobia - Sam x ReaderSpending days on end in the bunker was normally boring, but as long as the boys were around you were content. Especially if Sam was around.Isolophobia - Sam x Reader in Romance More Like This
You had been developing a small crush for the young Winchester but were too afraid to confess your feelings for him in case he rejected you and only saw you as a friend, and another hunter to help them.
Kevin and Dean had wandered off somewhere - you assumed to somewhere outside the bunker - leaving you with Sam in the library.
You leaned against Sam's arm with a book in hand and your mind buried deep within it. Sam was the same, reading the second book in a series that he had picked out only a week ago.
The only sounds drifting through the vast amount of bookcases were the faint breaths escaping your lips and the flicking of pages every so often.
The peaceful silence was interrupted by the unlawful growling of Sam's stomach, alerting you that he was hungry.
"Hungry there Sam?" You tilted your head to stare at the moose who was currently holding hi
Dispute - Dean x Reader"Mummy, why are you crying?" Ellie, my daughter, asks. I run my hands across my face. "Were you and daddy fighting again?"Dispute - Dean x Reader in Romance More Like This
"What? No, no," I lift her into my arms and kiss her cheek. "It's fine."
"We should get you back to bed," I rub her back. I smile down at her. "We can't have you falling asleep in class now, can we?"
Ellie shakes her head before snuggling against my shoulder. I carry her into her bedroom that was just down the hall from the one that I shared with Dean. Living in the bunker wasn't a suitable home to raise a child in, but it was all we had. Plus the wards created a safe enclosure for us, allowing us to protect Ellie as much as possible.
I tuck her into her bed, pulling the blue duvet up to her chin and making sure she was cozy enough. I brush her hair out of her eyes and lay a kiss on her forehead.
"Mummy?" She whispers.
"Yes, honey?" I sit on the edge of her bed. I lean down and flick the switch for her nightlight.
"Are you and daddy going to break up?"
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It wasn't suppose to happen this way. It wasn't suppose to just slip out during their movie night. It was suppose to be calm and collected. She was suppose to sit him down and explain it to him when the time felt right, but not everything always goes to plan.
It had, originally, started off as a normal day off. Wake up in time for Sam to return from his morning jog, remain curled up in bed for a few more hours with him before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast and then proceeding to remain in a sprawled position on the couch for eight hours. However, when an old movie came on depicting the assassin of Julius Caesar that is when things went awry.
"How old are you?" Sam asks as they stand on either side of their bedroom.
"I'm the same age as you." She replies, quietly.
"You know what I mean, (Y/N). You know exactly what I mean."
"I managed to watch the Roman empire rise and fall that is how old I am," Sam doesn't reply. "I was going to tell you, I swear. I just-"
"You just what?" S
Lassitude - Sam x ReaderWe were alone in the bunker for the first time in weeks. I hadn't left the bunker in weeks. I simple refused to. Wandering the place alone wasn't boring or tiresome, I preferred being in here than out there. Nothing can harm me in here. Well, nothing can harm me physically.Lassitude - Sam x Reader in Romance More Like This
Sam was preparing a meal in the kitchen. I always enjoyed watching him cook. It was strange, seeing as it was a normal thing for him to do; and we were far from normal. Our life was far from the white picket fence and the perfect family lifestyle.
But I will admit, I wouldn't mind starting a family with him.
I love him unconditionally. No matter what flaws he has or how often he claims that he ruins everything, I still love him. The thing that always broke my heart is when he confesses that he would be afraid of our child growing up in the same lifestyle as our own. They would be afraid of what goes bump in the night, and we both don't want that
After idly sitting watching him cook for forty-five minut
Hide and Seek - Dean x ReaderWarning. This contains spoilers from the season 9 finale.Hide and Seek - Dean x Reader in Drama More Like This
"Come out, come out wherever you are," Dean's voice sang throughout the entire bunker.
My breath hitches as I push myself further into the dark room, clutching the knife close to my chest. I don't even know what room this is, but as long as I have a chance of hiding from him then that's fine by me.
"Come on, babe. Aren't we a little old for hide and seek?"
I want to scream. I want to beg for him to go away and leave me alone, but I can't. If I even utter a single sound he'll hear me and I'll be done for. It's hide or die. I'd prefer to be able to see tomorrow. The doors locked, isn't it? Yeah, I locked it when I was coming in; I think.
Foots steps stalk outside as I edge my way towards the door. I attempt to hold my breath, watching every creaking floorboard. I press my ear against the door, my entire body leaning against it and my hands cling onto the wood. The boots that were thudding against the floor wer
First Time for Everything - Castiel x ReaderThe people around me were discussing something that I could not partake in. Who they've kissed, when they've been kissed and how it felt. It must be strange, you know, kissing someone. But it also must feel nice since so many people go on about it or desire to kiss a certain someone. I've always wanted to know what it must feel like, having someone else's lips pressed against my own. I've been too embarrassed to allow the people around me know that I've never experienced my first kiss. The furthest that I have been is holding hands with a guy, and probably a peck on the lips but that's it. And I don't even think that peck on the lips even counts.First Time for Everything - Castiel x Reader in Romance More Like This
Only a small handful of people know that, all of them being my friends and maybe my parents. I've been called a prude a handful of times off of not only my friends but my parents as well. I've heard both my mother and her friends discuss it when they believed that I wasn't listening.
'I wouldn't say that she's a prude but..' or 'She's cautious
Cleanse - Sam x Reader - Part 2I had lost the track of time that he had been down there. All I could really do with twiddle my thumbs and attempt to help Dean and Bobby deal with Lilith before something happens. Castiel was somewhere unknown - none of us were entirely sure where. Several times during the days that Sam had been locked in the panic room I had walked down and heard his cries of panic.Cleanse - Sam x Reader - Part 2 in Romance More Like This
I had to resist the urge to let him out. I had to keep him there and make sure that he was better.
"I'll go check on Sam." I alert Dean and Bobby as we sat around the table.
"You can't keep checking up on him like that, kid," Bobby warned. "He has to be isolated in order to get better."
"I just, I just want to make sure that he's okay that's all. It's not like I speak to him anyway, all I do is look through the peephole."
I turn my back on them and head down the steps towards the panic room. The lights were dull but bright enough for me to see what is happening in the room and what's in front of me. I trudge down the pass
You're A What? - Winchesters x ReaderI nervously tug on the sleeves of my jumper before walking down the hall.You're A What? - Winchesters x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
You can do this, I tell myself. You can do this. You can do this. You can
I can't do this. There is no way in Hell I can do this. I can't do this even if someone held a gun to my head or a vampire threatened to change me and the only way out was if I told the boys this crucial fact about myself.
I've managed to keep it from them for the past three years. I could get away with it for the rest of our lives together, can't I? No, I can't. They would start asking questions. Dean's already beginning to make jokes about different aspects of my life - especially when it comes to relationships. I use the same excuses though. We're hunters. I have no time for relationships. You know, the usual crap.
Telling my parents about it wasn't easy. My mother told me that I was lying and that I was making it up. My father had nodded his head and didn't say anything. My brother was confused for a while, questioning me about it and a
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"I told you to stay in the car! You could have died out there!" Sam screams, slamming the door to their bedroom behind him.
"I'm alive, aren't I?!" (Y/N) yells. "The case is closed and I'm fine. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?!"
"Because you didn't listen to me! You just went and did the opposite of what I said because you're such a stubborn little bitch!"
"You heard me."
(Y/N)'s blood begins to boil. "Go to hell, Sam."
She storms past him and out of the bedroom. She makes her way up the stairs of the bunker and towards the front door, ignoring Sam's attempts to bring her back inside.
Even if there was a storm erupting outside she was not going to spend another second inside this hideout with him making such accusations.
The hunt had went well so what was his problem? Yes, he had told her to remain in the car and she didn't listen to him but he couldn't expect her to stay there. What if something happened to him or Dean? What if more demons had appeared and
ivy gardens, wild fire hearts.it was the winter of 2008 and our clothes were wet. my feet were thick with mud and my breath with alcohol. you stood on the porch and waited for me to come out of the rain. i don't really remember what you looked like that night, but i know what your lips felt like and how many stars i count in your eyes. i can recall the feeling of your fingers tracing my spine, and the way i tried so, so very hard to tip-toe around your fragile heart.ivy gardens, wild fire hearts. in Short Stories More Like This
the next night, we sat together in my bed i told you that i could see fire in your eyes. you didn't understand me so i said it was similar to having a fire in your heart.
"i dont want to have a fire inside me" you had replied
"because i just dont"
i just wanted you to have what made you happy, so instead i told you that you had snowflakes and light-bulb filaments in your eyes.
you looked me at me and sighed. you said that lightbulbs filaments burn out and snowflakes melt.
it hurt, to see you like that. you were the beautiful, broken boy, a
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since you have made me cry
always being second
eats at your bones
and low standards
lead me nowhere
but yousilence unfolds, breaking and fallingbut you in Free Verse More Like This
like the young and the blind, like the
rhythmic pattern of sun and rain
and i grow hollow and eternal, fingertips
tracing the hollows of your shoulder blades
while the night holds its breath for us
damp orange light dances stale ballet
with the smoke trailing your jaw, and your
eyes make me feel like this pain -
no, it never existed
everythingthis room is sort of empty without your breath on a sunday night.everything in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
its been fourteen hours now, but the only thing i can think of is that maybe if i had have smiled a bit more, when you asked if i still loved you, you might have believed it enough to believe in me. you kept saying you were sorry, as though it was something you could apologise for and i would close my eyes and know that it was going to be okay.
but your sorrys will not give me back anything i once was. they can never carry the weight of all of your tears spilt on my bed, never the warmth of your breath on my shoulders in the middle of the night. the nonchalance in your voice tells me that no, your sorrys can never prove to me that this meant to you what it did to me. your sorrys will not hold my hand when i leave this room, scared that i might not make it back at the end of the day.
your sorrys cannot fill the silence that suffocates me when i remember that once, we made each other feel okay. they cannot bring back that
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this is when you realise that no,
you are not okay.
you fall, knees curled against your chest, eyes closed against the floor of the bathroom, grout between the tiles like ants across yours skin. you can't breathe as your hands rummage through the silver packages of left over medication, and you beg and beg yourself to be okay, but sometimes you realise, the cold water fresh in your throat as you swallow something you don't understand,
that wishing to be okay isn't always enough.
hands still staking as your write a letter to your ex-lover, telling him of how much you wish you cold him him just once more, you force yourself to cry because that's what it feels like you should do right now - but you don't want to cry
you can't cry
you've forgotten what it is to have those emotions; blocked yourself off from the world of rational pain and shut your mind into the barricades of mania.
there is far too muchthe sun is the closest star to the earth, and travelling at the speed of light, it takes eight minutes for it's shine to reach us. the next closest star is called alpha centauri, and travelling at the same speed, it takes two years for it's light to reach us.there is far too much in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you told me this long ago, on a summer night, when we laid together on the grass in my backyard, watching the clouds weave themselves through the stars. you told me many things that night - that you were color blind, your favorite type of cigarettes, the best spray paint brands and that you loved me very much.
after it is all gone, i have forgotten your favorite cigarette brand. i have forgotten what you told me about color blindness, and spray paint. i have now forgotten what you smell like, what you thought of my writing, but i do remember what it feels like to love and be loved back. i remember what it felt like to wake up in the morning next to you, and what it was like to have your arm wrapped around my while i slept.
xylicyou used to tell me we're too young to be in love.xylic in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we're too young to lay so close that the bridges of our noses press together, so that our eyes blur into a smudge of iris and lashes and our senses are consumed with just each other. we're too young to understand what that means - to be consumed by one another. we're too young to breathe into each other's necks and feel as though that warmth is all there is left in the universe. to feel the fall away, to feel for a fleeting moment, without limit.
i think what you meant is we're too young to have that taken away.
we're too young to sleep alone, to know what it feels like when it hurts to smile. we're too young, too weak and too fragile to have our hearts broken. to have our entire worlds crumble at our feet and have to search through the rubble to find what's worth keeping, worth rebuilding.
but you know, i've fallen into my own grave too many times to care.
so when you tell me next, i will explain to you that if i was to die tomorrow,
your warmthyou stood in the doorway, damp orange light falling across your skin, black hoodie falling from your shoulders gently, hair a mess - and you were all but perfect. you stood, leaning against the door frame a little too drunk, and smiled at me. it was that kind of smile that i knew meant more than it should have, the one i have seen too many times since - the kind of smile that meant something. i'd like to tell myself it meant the world - that when, for the first time in a year, our eyes met and you told me something that wasn't a lie - the stars had aligned or the universe corrected itself - but i know that's not true.your warmth in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we kissed that night, the alley way beside your house. you ran your hand along my legs, along my ripped tights, and i could feel your heartbeat under the sleeve of the shirt i had always loved. you stared at me, face relaxed, and told me that you had wanted that for a year.
sometimes, i think i have too.
my heart didn't explode though, and my knees didn't shudder undernea