TantsyDrakona

It’s a tricky thing, falling in love. Love is this biggest present under the Christmas tree, the one with the prettiest wrapping paper. It feels you with excitement and this overwhelming urge to be with that one person all your life. It’s that millisecond when your first catch a glance of him and you can just swear your heart stopped to take in just how perfect he is. And when he gives you even the smallest amount of his day you can’t even begin to express how special you feel. It’s staying up late because you’re imagining all the right and wrong ways it might end. Maybe he’ll love you and you might get tha

You smiled as you watched Dean. He was rocking your daughter in his arms gently in an attempt to soothe the crying baby. “Hey, hey” He whispered to her quietly, “Don’t you cry. I wanna’ see that pretty little smile.” He said and you had no doubt he had a smile on his face. She giggled and you smiled at how cute she sounded. “You two having fun without mommy?” You asked jokingly. He turned around to look at you and motioned for you to be quiet. “She and I are having a daddy-daughter moment.” He said like it was a matter-of-fact statement, which you guess it kind of is. You laughed v

How did this even happen? Oh, right. The boys and Castiel, your perplexing angelic boyfriend, were out doing who knows what because nobody seems to tell you anything. All you know is that all over the world there are real supernatural beings and Dean and Sam hunt down the bad ones. Cas likes to tag along every now and then, but he doesn’t ever give you any real details on the “case” as they called it. He always said it was too dangerous for you to even know about it. I guess the situation you happen to be in at the moment would only support what he thinks. Anyways, you were just reading a book you waited for Cas and the boy

This is all Crowley’s fault. Damn his charming ways and stupid title as the King of Hell because now here you are, six months pregnant and being held captive by two jackass hunters. You had your hands and feet tied uncomfortably tight and certainly weren’t feeling exactly safe in a dark room with some strangers who could do anything to you. Or worse, your unborn child. “Come on’ sweetheart just tell us where Crowley is and we’ll let you go.” The younger one, whose name you thought was Peter because you heard the older one call him that, said. He was acting all tough and mighty but it wasn’t hard for

Part one, part two (in order): You woke up with a very bad headache and foggy vision on a rundown bed, and no memory of what had happened just a few hours ago. You tried to get up and move only to realize you were paralyzed and unable to talk. “Oh, darling, you’re finally awake.” You heard someone say and feel fear rushing through you. Just as you see Crowley’s face over yours, you try to teleport away. For some reason you can’t though. “Something wrong love? Demon clip ya’ wings?” He said with a chuckle. If you were not paralyzed at the moment you’d smack the Demon right out of him. Yo

Part one: A few weeks had passed by and you hadn’t seen the boys at all. Maybe they’d moved on, you thought, but that didn’t sound like them. They don’t simply give up. Nevertheless you went on your way, sprinkling you magic here and there. That is until now. You were humming peacefully to yourself as you drank a cup of tea. You sat on the back porch of a little house, one that you occasionally liked to call your own, somewhere in a small town called Sadler. It’s somewhere in Texas. You loved it there, it was quiet and filled with nature. You had a few acres of untainted woods, even a little lake. Now, the moun

You smiled softly, your intents already out in the open, and took a look around the room. The walls were a light tan color and the lights were way too bright, it was so… Unromantic. “Hmm,” You hummed as your eyes slowly met with Castiel’s, “It’s so great to see you again, Cassie boy.” You said, a mix of English in your accent, and set your folded arms onto the wooden table that had little swirls carved into the corners. His lovely blue eyes focused intensely on you. Honestly, he was being a little too serious about this whole situation. The situation being your little “spell” you had bles

You smiled as you rested your hand on the bare chest of Dean and slowly opened your eyes. The sun peaked through the windows and the peaceful sound of birds chirping found its way to your ears. Dean muttered something incoherent, with a quiet chuckle you eyed him, sleepiness still in your system. “Deanie.” You muttered quietly, but playfully. He didn’t give you any reaction so you poked his chest a few times. Slowly a smile graced his beautiful face. “Wake up, lazy.” Though you said that you still cuddled closer to him and snuggled underneath the warmth of the blankets. You laid your head on his chest, listen

You sighed happily, eye shut, as Dean pressed soft, feathery kisses down your neck. His minty breathe against you never felt so great. You really need this, the stress that hunting monsters puts on you is overwhelming. You opened your eyes as your felt his presence leaving your neck, “You feeling better, baby?” Dean asked sweetly and you nodded. He was always so sweet and gentle with you. His hand ghosted over your bare back before you stopped him so you could lay down. A drop of something cold, most likely your scented lotion, fell onto your back. Just a few seconds later you felt Dean’s hands spreading the lotion all ove