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Perturbed - Gabriel x ReaderEverything felt, normal. Perfectly normal.
There wasn't a great chance that something would come after you that day, or more importantly, no one was coming after Gabriel.
So why was there a sickening feeling in your gut as the day progressed?
You stood in Gabriel's kitchen, washing the dirty dishes that were left at the sink last night.
You were home alone; Gabriel claimed that he had to run a few errands, to which you argued that he shouldn't go alone. But the truth was you didn't want to be on your own.
A flood of what if's filled your mind as you finished scrubbing the last dish clean.
What if someone found him and hurt him, or worse killed him?
What if someone or something found me and I had no way of defending myself and it killed me?
What if when it does he doesn't get home on time and I'm a gory mess on the floor?
What if, what if-
There was a tightening pain in your chest like someone had stuck there had in your chest and were squeezing your lungs so tightly that you were gaspi
Somniophobia - Dean x ReaderYou lay on the couch, listening to the sound of the ticking clock that forced agitating upon you.
Everyone else in the bunker was asleep. You were pretty sure even Crowley was asleep in dungeon.
It wasn't that you couldn't sleep, you weren't exactly a huge fan of sleeping. Ever since you were a child you barely slept.
Your mother had dragged you off to several doctor's appointments who assumed that you had insomnia, which lead to receiving numerous amount of perscripted sleeping pills that you refused to take.
Now they're out-dated and you felt that calling it a problem was over-rated.
You hadn't bother to check the time until you heard scuffling coming from upstairs.
"(Y/N)?" You jumped at the call of your name, spinning sharply to see whose voice had shouted on you.
Dean stood at the top of the stairs in his usual long dressing gown and pyjama bottoms and dark t shirt.
You stood up, fixing the bottom of the tank top as you watched him trudge down the stairs sleepily.
"What time is it
Complex Desires- LuciferxReaderxGabriel - PrologueChoosing between two people that you love, how difficult can it be?
Quite. Okay, extremely.
They expect you to make up your mind instantly and be done with it.
But it's not that simple. It is never that simple.
And considering on one side you have the devil who's tongue is sharp and on the other, an angel who's eyes made your knees weak.
Choosing between the two was never going to be easy.
Nothing about this situation was ever going to be classed as easy.
From the way they moved to the way they spoke to you, it was both different and tranquil.
They both had their flaws, but so did everyone no matter how perfect they claimed to be.
One had their anger and the other had their arrogance.
You weren't saying that you were perfect.
You had fallen in love with one of them and you did love them dearly but only after at least a few months the second appeared onto the scene.
And you were terrified of what one of them might do to the other if they dare find out about your secret attraction.
Side of the Road - Sam x Reader"This has to be the worst idea you've ever had."
"Oh like you're so smart."
"I'm not the one that stole the car that was in need of repair! And they say you're the smart one."
Sam had a spontaneous idea of travelling to another state, get away from Dean and to take you on an adventure. Like your life wasn't an adventure as it was.
Now you were stuck on the side of the road, with a car that's engine decided to die on you. The road was almost deserted, the occasional car passed by while you were trapped, not moving.
The hood of the car was up while Sam - with his hair tied into a small ponytail and his jacket lying in the front seat - stared at the engine with a concentrated look in his eyes. While you stood at the side of the road, tempted to begin hitch-hiking to get back home and return to your bed.
You groaned in annoyance. Standing here was growing boring. Wind blew a fresh breeze every so often, cooling you down as the sun beat against your skin. You threw your jacket off and force
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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