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  The bar was noisy and crowded, but Dean had been able to keep a tight arm wrapped around your waist which you appreciated greatly because of the looks some of the other patrons were giving you. Hunter or not big, burly, drunk men scared you more than some of the monsters you faced day to day.   “We gonna head back soon?” you asked Dean after noticing how late it had gotten.   He looked at the clock and nodded, “Yeah, let me use the restroom and we’ll head out. I’ll be right back,” he said giving you a gentle, reassuring squeeze before he hopped off the stool and headed to the back of the bar.   You sat al

  “Dean, look out!” you shouted as a knife went whizzing by his head and buried itself in the wall behind him. Looking around the room you spotted the witch chanting in the corner and deflecting all the bullets the two of you were firing at her. She caught sight of you for a second and all of the knives and blades aimed straight for you and darted in your direction. Bobbing and weaving you managed to only get minor cuts to your arms and the side of your face.   “Dean nothing’s working, what’re we going to do?” you asked him while putting your back to his.   “Torch the place I guess? If we can trap her

'Cause I'm bleeding out, so if the last thing that I do Is bring you down, I'll bleed out for you So I bare my skin, and I count my sins And I close my eyes, and I take it in I'm bleeding out, I'm bleeding out for you "Where is he?!" The demon screamed in your face, its patience lost. "Just tell me where Dean Winchester is!" The knife it held was coated in your blood, taunting you as it made a deep laceration on your collarbone. You squeezed your eyes closed, willing yourself not to cry out, you were stronger than this, you wouldn't give in. "Go fuck yourself." You snarled, levelling the demon with a glare. The black eyed creature roared, po

A buzzing phone drew (y/n) out of the Bobby's bathroom. Ever since her fight with the boys, well most of all Dean, she took Bobby's open arms happily. And of course she was on several cases around this area so she wouldn't get rusty. She was not about to let a fight with a boy ruin her motivation to kill every hell born monster out here. You could say she was doing just fine. She wrapped her towel around her shoulders and made a quick dive from the tiled bathroom to her room right across from it. Her hair dripped over the hardwood floor cause her foot to leave a trail. Today would be an off day, she assured herself, so instead of wearing her

Dean’s jaw tightened as he stood behind the bathroom door. The stained fading colors of the motel wall’s added to the comfortableness Sam felt beside his brother. He shifted positions every once in a while hearing his brother’s fists bang on the door aggressively. Inside, (y/n) let her head hang over the sink, her eyes fixated on the running hot water that steamed off the marble surface. The door shook and rattled on its hinges in the background followed by constant shatters of objects hitting the floor. "(y/n) GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, RIGHT NOW!" Dean yelled through the door, "OR SO HELP ME, I’LL BREAK THIS DAMN DOOR D

Slate blue eyes No one ever tries To win me over, so thanks Even though it's just a little taste. A few days ago a strange man accidentally wandered into my hospital room. He promptly apologized and explained to me that he was looking for his brother. Jokingly he asked me if I’d seen him, his brother. Seen him, huh? “I don’t see much of anything.” “I’m sorry, what?” he inquired, startled by my reply. I hadn’t said anything to him before then. “I said that I don’t see anything.” I suppose he was under the impression that my gaze was upon on the open window. How very wrong

Commission for Joeyandthetardis (https://www.deviantart.com/joeyandthetardis) I really hope you like it! :heart: "I think I have a new name for you." You muttered softly as you stared up at the sky, lying back in the long grass with the Time Lord. You twisted the grass between your fingers, playing with it and letting your hand brush his arm. His hands were placed gently on his front. "A new name?" He smiled gingerly, only briefly glancing at you with half-lidded eyelids before turning back to the starry sky, the most starriest sky on Earth. "Yeah. It's perfect for you." "And what is this name?" His voice hitched involuntarily at the last word. His gaze was fixed on you. "Well,

        You sat there remembering what you'd done a mere hour before.        You had saved a Death Eater from getting the Dementor's Kiss.        Yes, he'd done bad things while working under the Dark Lord, and you knew it. In an instant, your thoughts turned to the Longbottoms.        You knew this, but you also knew that he was mad. You knew that that couldn't excuse everything; couldn't erase all those things that he did, but you thought it was worth something. And apparently, through a weird twist of fate (or perhaps, dumb luck), it was enough to convince Fudge.        You looked at him, Bartemius Crouch Jr., now sitting across the