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Bored stupid writers blockI watched through blurred eyes as my parent’s grew farther apart from me. I screamed and begged for them to stop to turn around and take me back home till my voice grew horse and my throat raw. I struggled against the hands that held me from them, that where so determined to hold me back to keep me from the ones I knew and held so dear to my heart. I slumped in defeat overwhelmed by pain that I couldn’t withstand my own weight. That’s when I woke up. The blankets had been carelessly thrown to the floor in a wrinkled pile forgotten in the shadows that consumed my room. Cold sweat trickled down my face the only relief from the hotness that caressed me ever so gently. I brought a shaking hand to my face and struggled to wipe away the tears I just realized I had been crying. I fell limp once more as I stared at the ceiling so dull and blank so wonderful.
Sorry it's short i was bored today and wanted to write something. This is part of a story i'm working so hard to
Valentines DayToday was Dean’s favorite holiday, Valentine’s day. He and Cas had just finished a hunt and Dean thought he deserved a break. Cas didn’t quit understand Valentine’s day but he knew from the look on Deans face it was something important.
“What do you find so interesting about this holiday” Cas said giving the most innocent of confused faces.
Dean walked out of the bathroom his face wet with water.
“I can’t really explain it Cas” Dean says his voice muffled by the towel he was using to dry his face. It was really more like he didn’t want to explain it.
Cas looked up at Dean as he finished getting ready.
“Can anyone celebrate Valentine’s day” Cas asked curiously because he still didn’t quit understand the point of things like this.
“Well sure I mean if you have someone to celebrate it with” Dean said rubbing the back of his head.
“Oh and what would you get for this special someone
Michael x reader A sharp pain jolts you awake. You feel something cool and wet slowly drip down your forehead. A bright light flashes on making your head throb even more. The last thing you remember was hunting a witch or two down in Indiana. A groan escapes your throat as you slowly try to sit up.
“Oh you’re awake” a voice states calm and cool.
You turn your head straining to see. You try to get up but every movement you make hurts your body.
“Who’s there” you cough your expression painful.
“You should be resting” he says bringing something over to you.
“Michael” you whisper as he lays a damp cloth on your forehead temporally reliving the pain.
“Yes” he says with an undertone of annoyance.
You let him continue aiding to your wounds, but in the back of your mind all you wanted to do was go and find Gabriel and tell him you were ok.
“Don’t even try that” Michael scolds lifting the cloth o
meeting Lucifer( Lucifer x reader)Snow slowly started to fall from the sky. You had just thanked the cashier and headed out the clothing store doors. You adjusted the boxes in your arms so you wouldn’t drop them. The cold air met your skin turning your cheeks and the tip of your nose a soft pink color. You smiled at people as snow covered the sidewalk and the street around you. The windows of every store lit up with different color lights. You watched as a little boy left his mother’s grip to see a big stuffed bear that was placed in one of the windows they had just paced. You smiled and gave a little chuckle. Wind blew harder as the sun went behind the clouds. The cold air pierced your skin making you clench your eyes together not noticing you were about to run into a somewhat large man. In a second the boxes fell out of your arms and into the snow. The man gave you a frustrated look and walked away saying a few cuss words under his breath. You bent down in the snow to try to recover your fallen things. A
Nightmares can turn into loving dreams Ever sins heaven started a civil war it’s been chaos. I can’t remember what it used to be like, how we used to be. All I can remember was Lucifer’s soft touch. He was so kind. He really was a true friend he was almost like a father to me. It’s been hard but thank god I have my friends Sam, Dean, and Drade. Every night it’s the same. I dream that I’m with my family their smiling and laughing, but when I try to reach out and touch them everything goes black and I’m falling. Falling so fast that I start to burn. My screams almost masked by the wind surrounding me. I wake up cold beads of sweet dripping down my face so terrified that I don’t even notice that tears are falling from my eyes.
It’s about 1:30Am and I’m already wide awake. I don’t need to sleep but it’s became a habit. Sam’s in the spare room next to mine and Dean is layi
Bell and Sam“Sam do you have anything on the stupid shape shifter yet” Dean scuffed he had dealt with these things before and he hated them mostly because one was strolling around looking like him.
“You know it would be nice if you could help if Drade was here she could actually help me with the research instead of just sitting there drinking beers” Sam looked at Dean and gave him bitch face.
Dean just chuckled and started drinking again. Sam sighed and went back to his laptop his face staring at the screen with determination. The screen glowing bright in the dim light of the hotel, Sam tried to focus on his research but he couldn't when Dean was in the background well…. being Dean.
“That’s it I’m calling Drade” Sam shut his laptop in a frustration and pulled out his phone.
Dean smiled in the background as Sam waited for Darde to pick up. Sam looked back at Dean and gave him another bitch face.
“Hey don’t look at me like that you w
Drades perfect dayBell tugged on the back of Drades shirt. Her icy blue eyes staring right into Drades emerald green ones.
“Yes little one” Drade said in a soft tone.
“Where are Dean and Uncle Sam” Bell said in the most innocent way.
Drade just looked down at the little Bell and smiled. She picked Bell up and twirled her around in the air.
“They’re on business” she set Bell down on the motel bed and gave a halfhearted smile.
The Winchester boys and she had done a good job of keeping Bell alive but she needed more than just food or water she needed love, and they couldn't give it to her like this. Always moving never staying in one place must be hard for a little girl apically if that little girl was an angle.
“How about you and me get some ice cream” Drade smiled.
Bell clapped her little hands together and jumped of the bed. Bell smiled so big. Drade loved to see that look on the little blond blue eyed girl. Drade grabbed the keys to the motel and pu
Bell the angel part 2“What Dean” jumped back in shock almost falling on Sam?
Bell sniffed as she wiped away tears. Her knee was still bleeding and she wanted to go.
“Are you Shore you’re an angle” Dean said in a sarcastic tone.
“Yes” Bell stood back and let out her wings.
The two brothers gasped with shock. Shore they've seen angles before but never one with different colored wings. Bell rested her wings on her back her black wing almost invisible in the dim light of the ally.
Bell rubbed her eyes tiredly. She had a long day and didn't even think about where she would spend the night. Even though she wasn't a fledgling she was still quit small.
“Come with us, we will fix up your knee for ya” Same bent down to the tired angle and picked her up. She was almost sound asleep when they got to their motel.
“Are you Shore she should be here I mean we don’t even know her” Dean wined.
Same was getting a damp towel to wipe the dried blood from t
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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