Castiel's First ChristmasIt was all very strange. There was a tree in the room, that Sam and Dean had wrapped lights around along with something they called tinsel. They had also placed balls of glass and plastic all over the tree. On the top was the 'Christmas Angel' that was both intriguing and appalling. Under the tree, the Winchester brothers had placed gifts for each other and one each for him. Heaving a sigh, Cas moved to the tree and slid the two gifts he held underneath it.More Like This
He wasn't sure why he had let the two convince him to partake in this celebration. It wasn't something he had ever understood, nor had he tried to. In Heaven, he paid little attention to things such as Christmas. He wasn't aware that befriending Sam and Dean would mean he had to acknowledge it; they didn't seem the sort of people who cared so much about such foolish activity.
"Cas," he turned to find Dean grinning at him. He was holding a glass of something creamy and yellowish in color. "Here. Drink up." Dean handed the glass to hi
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.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
Fix YouThe Impala swayed over the road, dodging bullets while keeping herself straight. The tires made a squeaking noise because of the sudden curve they had to make. She recovered herself quickly and made a clean turn without losing speed. The engine grumbled as it worked hard to keep her going strong. She was far ahead of the other car, but the bullets didn't mind the gap.More Like This
Dean looked in the rearview mirror to see where the bullets were fired, steering in the right direction to avoid from being hit. Which lead to dangerous movements, but the Impala could handle it. It knew the driver and was built for action like this. After all, it was destiny that brought these two together.
Dean smirked and patted her on the dashboard. "Let's do this, baby," he said to her as he grabbed his gun. "Show them what you got!" He tightened his grip around the steering wheel and turned it around as fast as possible. The Impala made a shrieking noise, a bit afraid of this sudden movement, but decided to keep her
100 Word Destiel Fic"STOP BEING SO SELFISH, DEAN. You run headlong into battles you know you can't win and one of these days, you're going to die and I won't be able to save you!"More Like This
Dean glares at him, blood dripping from the deep laceration running across his chest.
"Maybe I wanna die!" He spits at Castiel.
The angel stares, wide-eyed; shocked.
The hunter breaks eye contact to stare at the dirty cement beneath his broken body. A mixture of blood and spit pools at the corner of his mouth when he coughs.
"Don't tell me I'm the one being selfish, Cas." He whispers. "You're the one who can't let go." And when Dean looks up, the angel is gone.
The hunter just might get his wish after all.
Writing Tournament 2014 ~ Round ICome one and come all, raise your pen take part in this grand literary battle! There are subscriptions, points, art, features, and more to be won! You all have until February 12th to enter.More Like This
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DownfallMore Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si