Jeremikefangirl

"Hey Lightning Bolt!" You groaned at the voice, turning in bed and stuffing a pillow over your head. Every day....Every goddamn day he came and bothered you. You see, about three months ago you had found a triangular pendant slightly buried in the dirt behind your neighbor's house. What you didn't know was that a part of Bill possessed the pendant, which gave you quite a nasty surprise when he popped out of it. You had first been shocked and a more than a little scared of the playful demon stranger. Of course you tried to get rid of the pendant countless times but everytime youthrew it away it kept reappearing round your neck. Over the months

"Things have been going great, Dipper and Mabel sent me a postcard. Well technically not just to me but to everyone at the Mystery Shack" you said as you leaned back against the cold rough surface behind you. "They said they're doing fine and that high school isn't that bad, in fact Dipper says Mabel's enjoying it more because of all the cute boys" you said with a small chuckle as you shifted around. You rested the palm of your hands against the grass and lightly clenched and unclenched them. "Works been going good as well." "..." You nodded your head as you listened to the silence that responded back to you as well as the slight howl of th

You were watching from the sidewalk as an orange glow began to illuminate the nursery. You checked your watch. Just another thirty seconds. Right on time, a small boy ran from the house, struggling to hold the large baby in his arms. The boy, Dean, stopped and stood in the middle of the lawn, looking at his home. That was your cue. You approached him, and he spun around, taking in your vessel. You had ended up in young female, about 26 years of age, wearing a black tank top and denim shorts. “I’m here to help you, Dean Winchester.” You said, kneeling next to him. “Would you like me to hold Sam for you? I promise I wi

    You stir a little as your mind is torn from a dream by the waking world. You’re lying on a queen-size bed on your back with the blankets pulled up to your shoulders, the left side of your face tilting up. For once, you got a good night’s sleep. Yesterday’s hunt had been easily finished and you and the boys had gotten back to the bunker just before midnight. All of you were thankful for the chance to get a decent sleep.     As you slowly come back to reality, you become conscious of a hand playing with the strands of (h/c) hair above your ear. You turn your head so that your cheek presses up against a palm that you reco