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Castiel Christmas [Castiel X reader insert]A/N: This is my first published fan-fic. And I'm sorry if the characters are a bit OOC (out of character) tell me if they are, and the reader(you) is more based on my personalty. But depending on the response it gets it might end here or I might decide to continue it. Please tell me what you think in the comments
December 21st, 2012, you were riding in the back seat of the Impala staring out the window, entranced in your own thoughts you hadn't noticed that Castiel had appeared in the seat next to you until, "Cas! About time you showed up!" Dean startled you and you looked over to see that Castiel was in fact sitting next to you. You tried smiling at him. He just nodded. You
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.
"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
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.
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
Such a Lonely Day...It was cold and raining as I look down at the slate headstone. I put the flowers on it, as I sit down. Such a lonely day/And it's mine/ The most loneliest day of my life (System of a Down, Lonely Day). "You know I miss you," I tell the headstone. "Heh, too bad you can't hear me. I mean you're dead and I'm alive " I run my finger through the engraved name.
I remember the first time we met. You were a kindergartener, I was a second grader. You looked so scared when you got on the bus for your first day. So my friend, Dillon, and I went and sat by you. We started talking and goofing around. Remembe
StreetsAs I walk to the library, I look around for anything that I could relate to my major.
I see nothing. I walk through the crowded street, my inner monologue is telling me, not to step on the cracks, I look at the ground, to make sure I'm not. I don't know why but some days stepping on the cracks bugs me, while on other days I could care less. This just recently started happening. One step, two step. I look back up hoping something will flash before my eyes. Words are running through my head. Words that I learned so far from my major. Stinger? No. C47? No. Speed? Nope. I can't think of anything. So I started singing in my head:
"Love of tw
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