stellarstrife

You limped through the forest with the warm; wet feeling of blood trickling down your left leg and right arm while dirt was caked on all your clothing as well as any skin that was showing. Suddenly your eyes grew heavy causing the world to blur around the edges eventually leading to you falling face first to the ground. Your mind began to shut down as darkness enveloped your world leaving you with only one option, acceptance. Just before your sight cut out completely you managed to catch sight of a figure in a dark suit slowly walking towards you. Flashes of being picked up followed by small bought of pain then the feeling of a hard surface b

You were laying on the dingy motel bed upside down, with your head and arms hanging off the side. Moping. You'd been 'watching the world' from your upside down point of view for some time, and most of the blood had rushed to your head. "Saaaam, I'mmm boooooored!" You called out to the younger Winchester. He sighed exasperatedly. This had been going on for days. None of you had been able to find any new cases recently, and you were all becoming a little stir crazy. Especially you. "Dean, entertain me. Now." You demanded. Dean was searching over the newspapers, desperately trying to find a new hunt before you all started killing each other. "

Love~ What a miserable thing to have. Who loves love? It only causes pain and misery, at least, that’s all you thought of it right now. You were alone in a motel room, flipping though channels on the run down TV. Sam left to go get some food and Dean said he’d hit a strip club- you didn’t eject to it. How could you? You didn’t like it either, considering your massive crush on the Winchester, you didn’t really want him looking at some other naked whores. So now, here you are, waiting for him to return, “And what a waste of time that is.” You jumped, spinning around with your saw off ready to shoot, w

PG Spoilers: none Words: 1781 Pairing: CasxReader Cursing: Yes You were always the good girl. Always trying to make everyone proud. Your parents were the best people you could ever imagine. They were there for you when everything seemd to fade away in your life , but when they died, you and your brother were alone. He was the only one left. Now he was your everything. You both knew about your dad's past. He was a hunter. So after he and your mother mysteriously died (probably a demon) , you and Tyron tried to gank as many sons of bitches as possible. Today was just routine. A vampire nest in Oreagon. Nothing special...at least you

    It was a chilly morning where you were. The snow fell around you as you walked out of the old, rundown motel you were staying at. Dragging your worn down dufflebag to the Impala, and throwing it into the back of the old fashioned car. With a loud slam, you closed the trunk. Dean glared at you. “Watch it, _____!” He yelled at you, standing next to the drivers side of the car. “What do you want from me!? The latch isn’t sticking! If you want me to stop slamming everything, then you should fix it.” You told him, walking over to the right side of the car. “Hey! She was perfect before you got here! If anyth

The thump of your school bag being dropped on the ground only made your faint headache grow. You couldn't figure out why Sam liked coming to school so much. The constant bullying and pressure of teachers was hard on you. Not to mention hunting every other day. Your teachers questioned if you were abused at home. Maybe emotionally, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You knew your father favored Sam and Dean over you. Maybe it was because you were a girl, or because most demons came to you, attracted by your looks. You fought just as well as them all. You’d taken down your fair share of creatures, but it wasn’t enough. Sam and