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You and Cas were watching some random movie waiting for Dean to come back.  He was supposed to make a quick stop at the burger joint around the corner and come right back but he had been gone for nearly an hour. You were starting to think of all the things that could have gone wrong when your phone suddenly rang. “Hello?” you asked as you quickly answered the phone.   “Hey (y/n), it’s James Stark—“ “Oh my god Dean, what did you do? How did you manage to get arrested you literally had to drive 5 blocks away!” “Yeah um well I did get to the place but this guy tried to cut in front of me i

Terminology: (d/g) = dog name      You are woken from a rather pleasant dream reminiscent of a childhood memory by the sound of a car door slam. On the end of the bed, your German shepherd, (d/g), picks his head up, ears flicking forward as he growls softly. When two low voices follow the closing of the door, he whines gently and hops down off of the bed, padding across the rug on the floor and trotting into the upstairs hallway. As you fold the blankets aside, you hear the dog’s soft thumps as he makes his way down the carpeted stairs, and then the click of his nails against the wood floor downstairs.      Getting up off the bed, y

(y/n) has started a chat Dean has logged on Sam has logged on Castiel has logged on (y/n): helloooo Dean: hi babe (y/n): No dean just no Dean: :( Sam:hi (y/n) (y/n): hi FG Sam: FG? (y/n): friendly giant Castiel has changed his name to Cas Cas: I didnt change my name (y/n:I did being the administrator gives me power Sam has changed his name to Gigantor (y/n): seeeee? Cas: LOL Dean: what...who taught Cas abbreviations? (y\n):not me! I taught him emojis :3 Gigantor: I did we taught him how to use the internet (y/n): it took hours Gigantor: and hours (y/n): and hours Dean: well ok Gigantor:can you change my name? (y/n):

WARNING: Some swearing. And 'breast' is said a lot, which honestly felt really awkward to type. “Wrong spell, Dean!” “You think I can’t see that?” Sam coughed, waving his hand in front of his face in a pointless effort to clear the smoke. He and Dean had been trying to perform a truth spell on Crowley… Both boys froze at the sound of chains falling to the floor. “Um, Crowley?” Dean called hesitantly, trying to see through the smoke-filled room. His shout was met with a wail in response. Sam and Dean shared a look. Moving through the smoke, Sam found his way to Crowley’s chair. &ld

You sat on the couch twirling your pencil. You sighed, looking at all the crumpled up pieces of paper on the floor. Writers block. You wanted to write, you knew what you wanted to write, but you just couldn't.....write it down. "Ugh," you ran your hands threw your hair. "What's up, cupcake?" Gabriel appeared, his head on your lap, sucking on a lollipop. "I suck. I don't even know why I try," you whine, leaning your head back on the couch. Gabriel frowned, "writers block.....again?" "Hey, writings not easy you know," you said flicking his nose in the process. "First, owww," he began, while rubbing his nose, "second: here I'll show it's ea