Fanwhore

Chapter One Seven days left I can’t tell what he looks like or what colour his eyes are as they search mine as he says the words that mean so much to me; “our tattoos are the same.” And truth to his words, his wrist is marked with a tiny bird around the same size as the nail on my thumb. It knocks the breath out of me. I’m not a defect like my auntie Blaire, I’m not a defect like my older brother Seth, I’m not a defect like my parents. And then there’s a high pitch ringing in my ears and like a cloud of smoke, my soulmate is gone and I’m left alone again. As always, alone. Darkness wraps aroun

 I'm sorry, I was in a sad mood! I'm reading Twist and Shout and I found this fanfic I started a few weeks ago, and decided to finish. I don't own Supernatural, unfortunately. (Like I could do a better job than those who do!) In this moment, for the first time, it occurred to Dean how many possibilities there could have been for his and Cas’ first kiss. It could have been during a fight. There could have been shouting and reckless pushing around, intense stares and heavy breathing. Names would be hurled, tempers would rise, and insults would be choked on in fury. They would both be forced to a point of breaking, the air crackling wit

Cas was standing up. He could hear a continuous beep coming from behind him. He looked and saw his own body, Dean lying with him. Cas looked forwards and saw a man in a suit standing in front of him. "Am I-" Cas couldn't finish the question as he was unable to get the last word out. The man nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry Castiel. You're dead. If you choose to come with me you can find peace." "What are you?" Cas asked. "I'm a reaper." He responded, almost automatically. Like he'd had to explain this millions of times before. "I am the one who will be able to help you move on." Cas looked back at Dean, seeing him crying as a white sheet was draped

Dean grumbled to himself as he tried to fix his hair, which just so happened to be sticking up in the oddest way possible. Dean was never one who focused on his looks, hell, he barely showered in the morning. But, today was different. Today was special. But, just because life liked to fuck him over so much, Dean was overall frustrated with his appearance. His dirty blonde hair was sticking up in all sorts of angles, the bags under his eyes looked deeper and darker, not to mention he hadn't shaved in awhile and was beginning to grow a layer of stubble. Dean glanced down at his watch and looked at the time, shit, it was almost time. He managed

  It was the day of the competition, and he hadn’t slept at all. Nothing made much sense to him; it was almost like everyone around him was talking in a sort of jargon. He was restless and upset, and too many emotions once bottled up, were foaming out and confusing him. Because of his dazed state, he hardly processed the fact that he and Viktor were advancing across the room and into the changing area; deserted by all other passersby and other skaters.  He had cried in front of his mentor earlier. ‘Like an idiot.’ It was almost like an awkward tension had settled over them, and then at the end of his routine, he had kissed