Angel of music Part 8Three of the four brothers, Luka, and I sit at the table. Dean brought up a very sensitive topic: my past with Castiel. I was holding Luka in my lap until Kevin entered the room. Luka wiggled his way off my lap and then sat on the other side of Dean. I watched Luka for a second, but now I’m sitting here with my wounds of old aching again. I focus on trying to hold back the tears when I hear Castiel enter the room. Looking up, I see him smile at me and I do my best to smile back.Angel of music Part 8 by krystacorn
“(Y/n) and I will get the supplies later today.” He goes to the counter and messes with things over there. I look down again and start remembering things of the past I tried to bury.
I hear the giggles of the fledglings echo through the heavens as they play. There are fledglings of all ages in the nursery. I work there because I have no duty in heaven yet. I run and laugh with the little one’s like they are my own. Then the youngest in my group starts cryin
Homecoming Part twoThe next day you were scrambling around trying to get ready. You had decided to wear matching purple flats and did your hair and makeup. You made it so that you could hide your weapons on your legs where no one could see them, but they were still accessible. At around 5:30 there was a knock at the motel room door. You and your brothers froze and looked to each other. You tried to get to the door first, but they beat you to it. They open the door and there stood Edric with his hair combed to one side and wearing a really nice suit. By this time your brothers had gone into their “touch-my-sister-and-you-die” mode.Homecoming Part two by krystacorn
“Hello, um, is (Y/n) here?” He shuffled around trying to get a look into the room. Sam kind of smiled and replied.
“Yes, she is. She is still in the bathroom getting ready.” From your point of view you saw Sam wave his hand at you, telling you to go finish getting ready. You huffed and rolled your eyes, but did what he asked. As soon as Sam a
(Sam/Reader) Help MeI can hear the yelling in my head, my muscles tense. It won’t stop. I sit in my room curled up on the floor. Why does this always happen to me? I can’t handle it anymore. I need to run, just get away. I feel my heartbeat get faster, my hands start to shake. It’s hard to breathe. It won’t stop. My hands find their way up to my ears, trying to block out the noise coming from my head.(Sam/Reader) Help Me by krystacorn
“Please STOP!!” I hit my head as I say each word. I can’t take it anymore. Tears stream down my face. I jump a bit as the door opens.
“Hey, are you okay? I heard some loud-” He swoops down before me when he sees me. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Sam gently takes my arms away from my head. I flinch slightly, the yelling still won’t stop. He wipes the tears from my face with his thumb.
“Hey,” he tries to make eye contact “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He looks me over while I shake my head.
“No, Sam, I&
It's A Date (BuckyxReader) One-Shot“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Bucky asked with a chuckle as he followed you into the gym.It's A Date (BuckyxReader) One-Shot by PhoenixAngel7
“Because after getting mugged a week ago, I want to learn how to defend myself.”
He smiled a lopsided grin, his eyes trying not to stray to certain parts of your body. Since you were wearing a fitting white tank top with black, gym shorts that were above the knee, he couldn’t help but stare. When you had gotten mugged last week, you were more furious than upset. You were angry that a man made you feel so weak and helpless. Thankfully Bucky had showed up in time to prevent you from getting hurt but you still wished you could have fought back.
After persuading him and begging him, Bucky finally agreed to teach you a few moves in the gym so that you could defend yourself. He wanted to help you anyways. What if he wasn’t there the next time something bad happened to you? He didn’t want to think about it but the idea of you lying on the ground bea
Harassment - Brother!Sam!Dean x Sister!ReaderI stormed through the house, slamming the front door shut. I throw my boots off and climb up the stairs towards my room.Harassment - Brother!Sam!Dean x Sister!Reader by PandaExperience
"Hey, (nickname) how was school today?" Dean asked as I stomp past him.
"Don't talk to me!" I spat.
I slam my bedroom door shut. I throw my bag across the room. I lean against my door and slide down it until I hit the rough carpet. I pull on the sleeves of my cardigan as the tears roll down my cheeks. I cover my face to muffle the sobs and cries.
This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Why me? Why did they choose me? What did I ever do to them? Why? Why?!
I push myself off the floor. I land on my desk and open up the laptop I had received as a birthday present from Sam so I could write up essays for classes. I wipe the water away with my sleeve. I log into my account. What is the point of me having this? I don't have any friends apart from a few classmates I talk to in a few classes; but at lunch and break, I'm alone.
I always sit on my own eating whatever org