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 You curled against the cold wall, the iron shackles rubbing against your wrists, chaffing them. You heard footsteps approaching the dark cell you were locked in, and you tried to stop crying, rubbing your eyes the best you could in an attempt to erase the tear stains. The door swung open slowly, groaning on its hinges, and you curled up even more, trying to make yourself smaller than before. “The King will see you now,” a tall man growled, grinning at you. He roughly grabbed your hands and pulled you up, then he undid the locks that kept you chained to the wall. He grabbed the chains and pulled you behind him. You ran, trying t

 You sighed and rolled over on the bed, bored out of your mind. The hunters were going to move for an attack on the witch coven, and Sam and Dean had been gone for a few hours now. They had left you with strict instructions to stay at the motel, and if they weren’t back in 24 hours to get Cas and go to the hospital to look for them. But you were bored and there was an arcade just down the street. It wasn’t far, and while it was dark there weren’t many people out, and the arcade was open till midnight. You wouldn’t be long. You grabbed your pocket-knife and pulled your windbreaker on, making sure you had a few quarter

 “When can I go on a hunt with you guys?” Dean spat out his coffee while Sam choked on the fried egg and Bobby dropped the pan in the sink. “Um, seven years from never,” Dean scoffed, coughing as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “Oh c’mon,” you groaned. It had been nearly a month since Amiel had dropped by and the nightmares had begun. “I can handle it.” “_________, it’s not about whether you can handle it or not, it’s about how you’ll be in the direct line of danger if you’re out in the field with us.” Sam said before Dean butted in. “The

When you finally woke up, Dean was sitting on the edge of your bed. “Hey kiddo,” he whispered and stroked your (h/c) hair while you sniffled. “You’re back,” you mumbled, and Dean smiled. “I am. Now, what’s wrong?” He asked gently. “What makes ya’ think something’s wrong?” You asked. “When I came in to check on you when we got back, you were crying in your sleep.” Dean murmured. “I had a nightmare,” you snuggled up against him, moving your head onto his lap while he continued to comfort you. “Well, it’s okay. Because I can

 “I-it’s bigger on the inside,” John breathed, standing in the TARDIS. “Pretty neat yeah? Stands for ‘Time And Relevant Dimension In Space’. Prime Timelord techno- goodness Sherlock, are you alright?” The Doctor cut himself off, and John turned to look at his flat mate who was paler than a sheet as he stood with his jaw ajar and eyes wide. “Sherlock, is everything okay?” John asked, worry creasing his brow. “I-“ Sherlock’s adams apple bobbed up and down. Suddenly he turned tail and raced out of the TARDIS and back into his flat. “Sherlock?” John called

You sat on the couch, holding the cup of hot chocolate tightly in your hand. Cas sat next to you, watching you intently as you stared into the mug of swirling brown liquid. “Are you sure you’re okay _________?” Castiel asked for the millionth time. You nodded, but didn’t take your eyes off of your drink. “Yeah. He didn’t hurt me. I’m fine,” you breathed, nodding. Cas nodded, and the both of you sat there in silence. The front door suddenly swung open and Bobby stepped inside, ladened with plastic bags. “No need for help. I’ve got it,” Bobby grunted, shooting you a glare t

You gulped, trying to wet your dry mouth, your leg bouncing as you rummaged with the worn paper you held in your hands. You felt the weight of nausea settle while your stomach flopped about and your heart pounded. You came back to reality as you heard someone saying your name faintly in the back of your mind. Than you jumped as a weight rested on your shoulder. “What?” You snapped, flinching away from the hand of your friend. You instantly went to rub the other shoulder, feeling the warmth had been unevenly distributed. “Are you sure you’re gonna be alright with the presentation?” John asked, his warm brown e

You woke up to Castiel standing over you. You let out a squeak, than relaxed as the fog began to lift in your mind, and you registered the fact that it was only Castiel. “Sorry, did I startle you?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. You shook your head, though that was a lie. “I sneezed,” you smiled and hunkered farther down in the blankets, and Cas smiled at you. “How’d you sleep?” He asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and ruffling your hair. You curled up into your blanket even more and a content look seemed to drape over your face. “Fine. But what were you guys doin&

“Ladies and gentlemen. We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two people.” For once, a not soft-spoken Matthew announced to the small gathering of people. He stood under a large oak tree, on top of some of the larger roots.    You also stood under the oak tree, wearing a crown of dandelions, and holding a few daisies and other sorts of wildflowers you had picked. Alfred stood across from you on a different root. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and had smoothed his hair down, all with the exception of his cowlick, which stood up, just as always. He was grinning ear to ear, and you were blushing with a small smile.

You stood in the crowd of people in Times Square, rubbing your shoulders, your breath coming out in billowing clouds of white steam. You could feel the sharp cold, even through your three sweaters and thick (f/c) coat. “What time is it Alfred?” You asked your best friend. “About a five minutes till midnight.” He replied, checking his watch. Your best friend and longtime crush, Alfred, had decided to drag you along to Times Square to see the ball drop, but it was freezing cold, and you had complained that you both could’ve just watched it on TV. “Great,” you said. “By the way, I think my hot c

Quick note; I do not think child abuse is funny in any way or something to take lightly. It’s a serious and real issue. You quickened your pace as the icy rain began to quicken it’s downfall, throwing the hood of your (f/c) sweatshirt up over your head. You swore as it began to really pour, the dark thick thunder clouds darkened the already nearly pitch black night sky, keeping the moon and the stars from shining through. You walked over the stone bridge that spanned the rapidly flowing river, your shoes splashing in the puddles. It was deserted, to late for anyone else to be out and you had decided to go for a walk because you

You pulled your tattered (f/c) coat closer to you as you walked down the streets, lit only by lanterns. You were just wandering around aimlessly, not having anywhere else to go. Your parents had decided to kick you out and you didn’t have any friends since you had recently moved to this neighborhood. Your breath billowed out in clouds of steam and you rubbed your arms, this cold was not making your situation any better. “Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” you muttered to yourself. Than you felt two people roughly put their hands on your shoulders. Me and my big mouth, you thought as they led you into a darken

You slammed the door behind you as you stormed into your dorm room that you shared with your best friend, Elizabeta, and you flopped down onto your bed. Elizabeta looked at you from the desk where she was studying for a biology test. “Um, _________, what’s wrong?” “That british idiot!” You shouted into your pillow. Elizabeta sighed sadly. You and your boyfriend, Arthur, had been fighting for a few weeks now. “What happened?” “He broke up with me.” You said into the pillow, but this time your voice didn’t have the same anger in it. You were glad that the pillow hid your tears. You

“Alfred you wanker! Wait up!” Britain yelled as he chased after America, followed closely by Canada and France. “Hahahaha! Try to catch me!” America shouted back as he dodged through pedestrians and tourists that crowded Times Square. The others chase after him, going in circles for a while, until he seems to disappear in the crowd. Britain ambled to a halt and eventually stopped, he stood there with his hands on his knees, panting. Canada and France stumbled after him. “Mon dieu. We’ll never find him in this crowd.” France said between breaths. Britain shook his head. “Leave him. I’ll

You sat at the table with four other kids and were hunched over your worksheet when you heard a knock on the classroom door over the murmuring of the other kids. You looked up and saw your teacher talking with the guidance counselor and you went back to your worksheet. Than the door closed and you heard a rapping noise as your teacher got the attention of the class by rapping the ruler against the blackboard. You looked up again, this time to see another kid standing there as well. “Class, this is Gilbert Beilschmidt. Him and his family just moved here from Germany a few days ago.” She said. The boy looked around the classroom.

Your eyes snapped open as heavy metal blasted through your subconscious, and than you realized that it wasn’t only in your dream.    Your roommate groaned and put a pillow over her head, “who the fuck is blasting metallica at three in the morning?”    “Whoever it is, they’ll be regretting it soon,” you growled as you sat up, throwing on a sweater over your night-shirt and flannel pajama pants. You flung the door to your room open as you stormed out into the hallway. A few various doors also opened, people blinking in confusion at the loud music. Eventually you made your way to where the music seemed to

You knocked on the door of your friend’s house for what seemed like millionth time. “Ludwig! Open up! I know you can hear me!” You shouted at the door to your German friend’s house. He was home, you knew this because, first of all, you called him about an hour to let him know you would be over in an hour because you were bored. And second of all, you could hear some sort of music playing faintly from inside the house. You sighed and rolled your eyes impatiently as you stooped down and lifted up the mat, revealing the emergency key that he kept under there. You picked it up and slid it into the lock and turned it, t

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go I'm standin' here outside your door I hate to wake you up to say goodbye But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn Already I'm so lonesome I could die Ludwig stood in the bathroom, and quietly changed. His pack and suitcase were already next to the door. He turned off the bathroom light, and quietly walked over next to the figure, still sleeping peacefully in the bed.    He gently caressed her cheek, and smiled faintly at her peaceful form, the blanket rising and falling with every breath she took. He felt his heart tear a little when he pulled his hand away