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''Hey Levi, you ready?'' You spoke as you clipped the back of your earring on, ''I've been waiting for you for the past hour and a half you brat.'' You rolled your eyes and looked in the bathroom mirror one last time to make sure your make-up was done perfectly, you turned your head from side to side and then nodded when you were happy. You picked up clutch bag and placed it under your arm and made your way into the living room to meet your grumpy boyfriend. Levi was sat down on the couch his arms crossed over his chest, he was clearly not happy about being dragged out the house, ''Hey handsome.'' At least that pulled a smile out of him

You and Dean where totally different; he was grumpy unlike yourself who was a ‘literal ray of sunshine’ in Dean’s words. That didn’t stop him from putting a ring on your finger. The two of you had met in college and granted Dean didn’t really like you at first but that didn’t stop you wriggling your way into his heart. You’d been together for nine years and married for two – almost three. People had no idea how the two of you managed to make it work, you and he were the opposite of each other in almost every way. If there was one thing Dean wasn’t it was that he was in no way a morning pe

Sam’s girlfriend sometimes doesn’t want to be touched and that’s okay, she needs her space and he’s going to give it to her. Sometimes she will look uncomfortable when he hugs her so he stops because he understands that sometimes she just doesn’t want to be held. Sam’s girlfriend sometimes will sit away from him on the couch rather than cuddle up with him but he understands because she just needs her space. And that’s okay. Sometimes she will sit in her room by herself curled up in bed he always asks if she needs anything and if she does all she needs to do is shout for him. Sometimes she needs to be

You awoke to the sound of crashing and your German shepherd Mitch growling who promptly jumped off the bed and made his way to the sound, there was someone in your apartment. Heart rate increasing you tried not to panic, phone in one hand and a baseball bat in the other you followed Mitch taking small steps. ‘’Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?’’ A male spoke followed by a giggle, what the heck was going on? Why would a man be giggling? Peeking around the corner to your living area you found Mitch laid on his back receiving a rather enthusiastic belly rub by a person you could only describe as a brown hai

Dean let out a groan as he turned over head pounding as he cursed the bright light that burned his eyeballs, his throat was drier than the sahara desert and quite frankly it felt like he’d deep throated a cactus. As he curled in on himself Dean Winchester vowed to never drink again. Really he needed better friends Benny was such a bad freaking influence. Blinding reaching out for his phone he managed to find it tucked under the bed sheet, how it got there? Don’t even ask. Unlocking the lock screen there was a multitude of texts and facebook notifications but then he glanced at the time. 3.54pm. Shit, shit, shit, shit. He’d

Acrophobia: Fear of heights. ''Why are we here?'' ''Because Hanji and Erwin asked us to come.'' ''Let me rephrase the question, why the hell did we listen to them?'' ''Oh come on Levi, it can't be that bad.'' ''Tch, this place is hell on earth. It's disgusting.'' You rolled your eyes at your stoic faced boyfriend as he attempted to have a stare down with the carnival, yes, your boyfriend who may you add is a fully grown man was attempting to glare down a carnival into submission. ''You do know that glaring at it isn't going to make it go away?'' ''I'm not glaring!'' ''Yes you are.'' You smirked playfully before kissing his cheek, ''We

Summary: Dean gets a call from an old hunting partner of his Dad’s a man that had become practically family to them until John and the guy had a fallout, he and Sammy head on down to help but when they walk into the motel room Dean is confronted by a girl no older than twelve a rifle trained on him and she reminds him so much of his younger self. A/N: More Dean-centric focuses on how Dean became who he is. Dean kicked the door to the motel closed with his foot a bag of food on one hand and his mobile phone in the other, after getting a call from a guy named Marcus a man they haven’t seen since they were kids it had been a good wh

A/N: Italics - sign language. Dean who was now fluent in Sign language might he add had spent quite frankly the best six months of his life with you. It was like living in one massive chick flick but he loved it; since last month you’d officially (kinda-almost) moved into his room. You were still getting used to the change in dynamics with Dean after being friends for years it was a big step to a relationship and Dean was glad for the slow pace. Everything was fantastic the pace was fitting and was helping you ease into the whole ‘relationship’ scene. Dean wasn’t your first but it was by far the best he didn’t se

The morning rays were definitely not a welcoming sight when Sam Winchester opened his eyes, he groaned and turned over and in the process almost crush (First) who was sleeping peacefully beside him. She’d shifted during the night after he almost got cosy with her teeth and claws after a nightmare. It hadn’t been the best night sleep but the last three hours or so had been peaceful. Her body was turned away from him on her side hair splayed out onto the pillow, his eyes trailed down from the back of her head to the curve of her hips. The blanket stopped at her thigh from where she’d kicked it off during the night. (First) gr

Jail was not in any means fun, after being rushed to the hospital with a gunshot wound to be patched up, as soon as I was deemed well enough I was transferred straight to a prison cell. Well fuck me. I had to be separated from the rest of the prisoners because of ‘dangers’ pfft yeah whatever, they just don’t want me corrupting the prisoners anymore than what they are. Currently I was sat staring at a blank grey wall in the interrogation room, watching as the clock ticked to signal that I’d been sat in this stuffy room for five hours, yet I hadn’t spoken a single word. Call it childish but as you can clearly tell