2.20 what is and what should never be

Runaway Part 2

Sister Winchester - Runaway Part 2

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Sister Reader, Dean Winchester x Sister Reader

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

Word Count: 2574

Episode Inspo: What is and What Should Never Be: Season 2, Episode 20

Warnings: just one death of a monster

Summary: You save Sam and Dean’s asses once again by absolute coincidence of being at the right place at the right time. As a result you can finally return home

A/N: SORRY IF I SPELT DIJINN INCORRECTLY, I wasn’t to sure of how exactly to spell it hehehe. Other than that this one is a bit of a long one and I hope I did an alright job just seeing how many of you guys liked the original. You can thank  spacelordofallthingsspacey for asking me for continuing the story and helping me have some idea where to take it in part 2. I might not be writing for a while because I will be busy with exam revision and exams. However I promise i’ll jump writing another asap. Love you all, sorry for my rookie writing and grammar skills. xx 

PART 1

Originally posted by deep-abidinglove

*Y/N POV*

You gripped the blood tipped knife in your clenched fist as you stalked towards the large abandoned warehouse. Like usual, people had been disappearing. It wasn’t werewolves, shifters, demons or vampires in this town but rather a dijinn that was responsible for the kidnappings. Thus why you were approaching the warehouse, where they the dijinn was likely to be hiding. 

You pushed the heavy door open, as it’s rusty and discoloured latches squeaked in protest. You silently stepped through the small opening and creeped into the dijinn’s lair alone. But that was fine because you did everything alone as you didn’t have anybody else. Being a Runaway had its ups and downs. You enjoyed the freedom of your independence but you missed the company, especially of your brothers. You wondered about them as you wandered through the halls. You were in fact wearing Sammy’s flannel which you stole. His smell had disappointingly left the fabric fibres and was masked by your own. The same went for the top of Dean’s which you also took. The musky smell of gun powder and whiskey had left and so was some of your memories of them. Not in large ways, but more in the ways you forget the sound of loved one’s voice or their laugh in the morning. You had just passed the three-year mark of not seeing your brothers, making you now 19. Sometimes you wished you had turned around and ran back to them or just stayed in the first place. At the end of the day you knew it was the right choice for you to become a Runaway.
You pushed through one last door to find a large open room with high ceilings. On the far side of the room you recognised five of the missing persons from their photos and quickly ran to remove the needles from their necks as well as cutting them loose from their restraints. You worked down the line of victims, gently laying them on the ground when you were done. You got to the sixth victim and lifted his drooping head up to remove the needle lodged in his neck, but instead you gasped and fell to your knees in shock when you recognised him, not from the missing persons’ photos but from your own past.

*Sam’s POV*

Sam sits with his peers who also wear black scholar robes with matching graduation hats. The sky is a surreal blue and the lawn was immaculately green and trimmed. His peers sit up straight as the names of their cohort are read out to the applauding crowd. From Anderson to Brown to Clarke the list of last names file down alphabetically before reaching Williams, Wilson and finally Winchester. Jess grins widely in pride as she leans over and gives Sam a quick kiss. Their hands meet and Sam’s thumb rubs over the silver engagement ring which lays on her dainty fingers. Pulling himself away from his fiancé, Sam stands and shuffles through the pews of his peers before walking to the stage and up the small flight of stairs. This moment of happiness and pride marks his features as he shakes hands with the Headmaster and receives his diploma with honours. He looks out into the crowd and spots his over enthusiastic and sharp looking family. Dean’s hair is combed and he is also cleanly shaven. Dean’s eyes twinkle as he claps proudly at his brother’s achievements. Sam couldn’t help but notice how nicely he brushed up as he wore a pair of chinos and a navy jacket, over an iron blue plaid shirt and tie. Next to him, Mary smiles behind her camera whilst taking a photo of Sam receiving his diploma before waving proudly at her youngest boy. John’s arm is draped around Mary’s shoulders as he too waves and cheers at his son. Lastly Sam’s meets your dazzling Y/E/C eyes as you stand next to your father. You whistle, clap and cheer whilst wearing a flowy white dress with your hair down and held back with a headband, something Sam never thought he’d see you wear but thought it looked lovely on you. Sam couldn’t have been happier in this moment. He had his whole family back safe and in support of him trying out the apple-pie life. He had his beautiful fiancé with him as well and now both were prestigious graduates of Harvard. Everything was perfect, everything was at peace. He looked back to his headmaster to be shocked when he saw a battered and bruised Dean standing in the distance. Dean’s mouth moved around silent words which couldn’t reach Sam as Dean waved his arms around in concern and warning. A chill ran up Sam’s spine as his eyes darted back to his family where the well dressed and proud Dean was still standing and continued to cheer in a rhythmic and continuous pattern. Sam’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he tried to come to some rational conclusion why there were two Dean’s at his graduation. It must be a trick of his mind, Sam thought, probably an imagination caused by the energy of the moment, he concluded nodding his head and centring himself with a steady breath. He turned his head back to where the battered Dean had been thinking he would have now disappeared, but that wasn’t the case. Dean was still standing with sad eyes and a pale complexion. Next thing Sam felt was as if he had been pulled backwards by some unknown body or force. But when he hit the supposedly solid stage he fell through it as it was tissue paper.

Through the darkness Sam wakes up with his head resting on the counter of a familiar motel room. He lifts his head as paper’s stick to his sweaty face to see Dean’s concerned face staring ahead, “Dean I just had the weirdest dream-“

“I’m sorry Dad I didn’t mean to… I just wasn’t thinking… I didn’t want to see you get hurt.” Sam saw as your 16-year-old self, followed theirfather into the living room of the rented motel room. Before John turned on his heel to face you, “You do as I say Y/N. Always. When I tell you to hide, you hide not jump out of your spot and play bait! Are you stupid? Taking on three vamps is way out of your skill level. If your brothers didn’t catch up to you, you would have been dead meat, you understand?”. Sam remembered that hunt and how well you performed. He was so proud with your natural talent. You had definitely saved your Dad’s, Sam’s and Dean’s asses on that hunt.

“Oh my God!…Sammy? Sammy!…Sammy wake up!…please c’mon please…I can’t lose you like this, not when I just found you again” a disembodied pleading voice which Sam recognised belonging to you, echoed around the memory and made Sam jump in his seat. The voice was older and deeper, a little broken and it choked up when it said Sam’s name. But even in the intense atmosphere of the motel room, the voice didn’t seem to affect you, John or Dad. The memory continued as before of you fighting with your father when it was interrupted again by your disembodied voice, “Please Sammy…Please wake up… alright this is going to hurt, sorry Sammy”. John swung his arm back before thrusting it forward and slapping the younger version of you in the face as Sam felt the same sharp snapping sting lace his face as well. Sam fell through the pain and into the darkness once again as he felt his now hot cheek. He knew he had landed in a new place once again but this time he felt so drained and weak. Sam’s eyes were heavy when he heard your voice again, “Sammy? Oh thank goodness, that worked, it’s okay I got you now. Just try and stay awake I’ll get you home soon…Sammy it’s me, Y/N… I got you now”. Through Sam’s numb mind, he thought that your voice seemed a little clearer than last time. As if it wasn’t being spoken through a glass window anymore but rather as if you were right in front of him. Sam didn’t want to accept the newest stage in his dream in this new landscape. You had always been his greatest weakness and he thought he would surely break if he accepted you were there just for you to be pulled from your side for a second time. However, he willed his eyes open and a concerned image of you swam in his vision.
Your eyes searched Sam’s in disbelief. What were the odds, of all the towns to be in, of all the monsters, of all the hunts you could be on, it had to be the one which allowed you to save your brother just in time. A loud crashing and commotion came from behind you as you saw Sam’s eyes bulged as the reflection of the dijinn responsible in Sam’s state appeared in his eyes. With an almighty force, you were hit away from Sam’s side by the dijinn. You slid across the concrete flooring and stopped when you crashed into some metal shelving. You bring one hand up to wipe the blood seeping from you busted lip as your eyes pan the room and stops when you spot an unconscious battered and bruised Dean lying face down on the floor. Fury crashed over you, running from your brain to each nerve in your body. You felt electric like the night in the hotel room, “How dare you raise a hand to my brothers…If you lay a hand on me or them ever again and I’ll make damn sure it’s the last thing you do.”, you warned the dijinn. Sam watched in fear as the dijinn just cocked his head a smirked before launching himself at you. You gripped the blade strongly as you pushed the leaping dijinn to the ground before stabbing the blade through it’s skin. A couple electric blue flashes fade until nothing as the dijinn’s heart stops.

You loosen your grip on the blade and pull your hand away from it. The blade stays in its position like the time you had stabbed the knife into the counter top between your father’s fingers. You then sprinted towards the lying Dean and turned him over so he laid on his back. You lightly shook him, “Dean-o, Hey can you hear me?”. Dean was pale and grimy much like Sam. Dean must have figured out that the two of them were under the dijinn’s control and somehow woken himself up. It looks like he was the cause of the crashed from the commotion before as he tried to take on the dijinn in his incredibly weak state. Dean’s eyes fluttered lazily open as you watched the green orbs focus on you Y/E/C ones. Shock spread over his face when he recognised you, creasing his forehead, “Y/N?” Dean voice quaked, he didn’t want to get his hopes up if it wasn’t you. “Who else would save both your asses for a second time” you chuckled in response. You couldn’t believe you had found your brothers again. You had missed them from the minute you had left that night. You knew your paths would cross again and you were so glad that they finally did. Dean’s head rested back on the ground as he sighed and chuckled in relief. Then uncharacteristically and surprisingly his emotions changed and he brought a hand up to cover his eyes as he pressed his lips into a hard line to stop them from wobbling. The tears ran down the corner of Dean’s eyes and collected the dirt littering his face as the sobs started to escape out his throat. You couldn’t help the tears as they welled and fell from your own eyes. You cried because you were so happy to find your own brothers but also from seeing Dean in pain. Hearing your sobs, Dean pushed himself up from the ground and onto his knees. He enveloped you in his hurried and strong embrace. You hid your face in the nook of Dean’s neck and inhaled that familiar scent that you had missed for so long. Dean held you like he thought you were going to slip from him again. Dean’s hand held the back of your head and patted it soothingly whilst pressing kisses into the side of your head. He never wanted to let you go, he had been away from you for too long to let that happen again. You leaned back and grasped Dean’s face with two of your soft hands as you smiled widely with tears streaming down your cheeks. You just stared at each in disbelief and laughed at good fortune in this fateful reunion. Finally, you pulled away from Dean and stood to diel 911. Afterwards you retrieved your knife and disposed of the dijinn’s body, the sound of sirens just started to be heard. Paramedics lifted the victims onto stretchers and out of the warehouse. You followed Sam and Dean being carried away and held their hands tightly as they continued to stare at you in disbelief that you were there.
With fluids given and their gashes cleaned and sewed up, you helped your brothers into the impala. Dean shouted shotgun first so that’s where you placed him in the car. You fussed around and made sure he was comfortable. A groggy and drugged up Dean responded with a simple thankyou smiling with heavy eyelids as he gripped your hand tightly.
Then you guided Sam over to the car and laid him in the back seats. His long legs remained bent but you also tried to make him as comfortable as possible. Whilst you placed a pillow behind his head,  Sam looked at you intensely with puppy dog eyes, as if he couldn’t believe you were real still. It made you feel self-conscious, “What are you staring at” you chuckled concerned as you tucked a blanket corner around one side of Sam. Sam’s eyebrows knitted, “I’m trying to take as much of you in before I fall backwards again”, Sammy sighed, “The dreams I keep having have a pattern, just as everything is peaceful and perfect I’m taken away and fall into darkness.” Sam was high on pain killers but you could tell he was still struggling with this internal conflict, “Sammy” you sighed,
“I can assure you this isn’t a dream anymore, I killed the dijinn responsible” you soothed reaching over Sam to tuck the other corner of the blanket around his waist, “Please Sammy you know I’ll always be there to save your ass and catch you before you fall.” You smiled. Sam processed this and sighed in relief resting his head back and smiling knowing you were righ, “You better stick around then”. You smiled and leant over and placed a light kiss on Sam’s forehead, “Well I think I will have to seeing you boys always run into trouble.” The three of you laughed as you slid into the driver’s seat, “Let’s go home” Dean huffed as you pulled away from the curb. You had spent years trying to find or create a home for yourself but now as the pair of your brothers slipped into a slumber you couldn’t help but smile finally knowing you had returned home once again.

Hoe tip: what to keep in your purse on a night out

1. Money- ALWAYS have money. You never know what could happen. I always keep around $20 with me when I go out in case I end up needing something.

2. Driver’s License or some form of ID- a driver’s license is obvious if you’re a driver and you just keep it in your wallet. However, if you don’t drive yet or you for some reason don’t have your license on you unless you’re driving, you should always have some form of ID, even if it’s just your school ID. Before I started driving I kept my school ID and a piece of paper in my wallet that had my first and last name, address, and a parent’s phone number on it. If something happens to you (like you get in a car accident) and you can’t tell anyone who you are, they’ll see that in your wallet and be able to notify your parent/guardian.

3. Medications- any medications that you may end up needing. I always have some of my prescriptions on me in case I need them, some ibuprofen, my inhaler, and birth control in case I end up being out later than I expected, then I can still take it on time.

4. House key- even though there’s almost always someone home or a way to get in, I keep a house key on me just in case something happens and I need a way to get in my house.

5. Pepper spray- this may seem like doing the most but I feel like if you’re a female you definitely need it. Just in case.

6. Blotting sheets- always helpful if you’re oily or wear makeup, you can touch up whenever you need to.

7. Chapstick- because you never want to be anywhere without Chapstick. Ever.

8. Whatever lipstick I’m wearing that night- because lipstick always ends up needing touch ups at some point.

9. Portable phone charger- these things are LIFE. SAVING. You can get them for cheap on Amazon and all you do is charge them like you would charge your phone and then keep them in your purse with a cord, and when you need to charge your phone you can. If you get a good one, it can charge your phone to almost 100% from dead.

10. Condoms- just in case. Even on nights when I go out and I’m not planning on doing anything (which is most nights), I keep two condoms in my purse. You can never rely on the other person and you should never have just one because you never know what could happen!

These are just the basics for me, and of course this list can be tweaked to suit anyone’s needs. I would probably carry more useless stuff, but I have a small purse 😅

28 QUESTIONS TO ASK YOURSELF BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE

Every once in a while we stop and think about the routines we have fallen into, the lives we have become comfortable with, and the surrounding we are accustomed to. Sometimes we feel a little lost in the direction we are headed. Sometimes we feel a little stuck. Sometimes we feel like we are not being honest with ourselves and are not living the life we actually want to live if money was not an object. 

There are so many things we wish we could do but we haven’t come around to doing it. We feel like there is more to life. We feel like we might be wasting our time if we don’t do it, yet, we feel stuck. There are so many reasons that we seem to be telling ourselves why we haven’t come around to doing it. We may feel like we don’t have enough time, but if we don’t make time for it, when will we ever make it happen? We may say that we don’t have enough money, but do we really need so much capital to begin with or can we take a leap of faith in ourselves and let life lead the way? We may feel like the time is not right, but if we keep waiting around, when will it ever be right? We may feel like we’re not ready, but we will never feel ready until we have already done it once.  

When these doubts or feelings occur, ask yourself these questions to help you determine what you really want out of life, where you are headed, and what you should do. 

1. If not now, then when?

2. What would you do if nobody would judge you? 

3. Have you done something worth remembering lately?

4. Time or money?

5. What is the one thing you are proud of but would never put on your resume?

6. In 20 years from now, what do you want to remember?

7. What is something that you have always wanted to do since you were a kid?

8. When did you first realize life is short?

9. What memory from the past makes you smile the most?

10. Are you proud of what you are doing or what have you done?

11. In one year from today, how do you want to be different?

12. Are you doing what you believe in or settling for what you are doing?

13. What do you need to do to make it happen?

14. What do you absolutely love in life?

15. Has your greatest fear come true?

16. What is success for you?

17. What makes you feel great about yourself?

18. What do you admire most in the world?

19. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like doing?

20. When was the last time you started something new?

21. In order of importance, how would you rank happiness, money, love, health, fame?

22. What was the thing that didn’t last forever, but was still worth a while?

23. What has fear or failure stopped you from doing?

24. In one word, how would you spend the last month of your life?

25. What do you want to be known for?

26. What are you thankful for?

27. What do you need to let go of?

28. If you haven’t achieved it yet, what do you have to lose?

    To actually sit down and answer all of these questions might be harder than you think. But I hope that after doing this self-discovery exercise, you now have a clear direction of what you want out of life and what you should do. 


    20 “I Should Be Writing” Qs

    Tagged by the oh so beautiful @cristofalina! Thank you, lovely!

    1. How tall are you? 5′4″. Y’all gonna know my height like no one’s business. 

    2. What colour and style is your hair? Naturally? The ugliest blonde imaginable. But I’m a brunette with “tortoiseshell” ombre. Because I am ridiculous. 

    3. What colour are your eyes? Gray-green. Yeah, my main OC is totally a shameless self-insert. *eyeroll*

    4. Do you wear glasses? Yes. 

    5. Do you wear braces? Never. Screwed on the eyesight, but my teeth are naturally straight. Mostly. They have character. 

    6. What is your fashion sense? Ugh. Biker, rugged boho? (I know, wtf.) I…wear a lot of black. 

    7. Do you have any siblings? Three! Yes! Easy answer!

    8. What kinda student were/are you? A mix between the “natural smarts, psh, I don’t need to study” and the “3AM cramming for a paper that I knew I’d get an A on” kind of student.

    9. What is your favourite subject? English/Linguistics, History, Politics, Sexology, Philosophy 

    10. Favourite TV shows? In no particular order: Rick and Morty, The Leftovers, Black Books, The IT Crowd, Lost, Firefly, Doctor Who, Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, Legion, True Detective (Season One)…

    11. Favourite books? Ummm…HP, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, the Fever series, the All Souls trilogy, The Watermelon King, The Great Gatsby…

    12. Favourite pastime? Hiking!

    13. Any regrets? Not really. Everything led me here.

    14. What is your dream job? I reeeeally love my job (editor), but I want to be a career published author.

    15. Do you want to get married? Currently murried. ;)

    16. Do you want kids? How many? No, thank you.

    17. How many countries have you visited? Only the one I live in. =/ Heading to Australia and NZ next year! :D

    18. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? My dreams are so complex and strange that they’re difficult to describe…but I have this one recurring dream of being chased by a sort of demon thing–I haven’t dreamed it in a while but now that I’m thinking about it, I’ve probably invoked it, dammit.

    19. Do you have any enemies? Probably. But I ain’t bothered. 

    20. Do you have a datemate? WHAT IS DIS? WHO WANTS TO BE MY DATEMATE? Whatever it is?

    I tag @ekoorb03, @john-cousland, @ma-sulevin, @buttones, @amarmeme @element-104 (I miss you!)

    20 “I Should Be Writing” Qs

    I was tagged by @john-cousland and @fereldenpeach (thank you the both of you for not giving up on me <3 )

    1. How tall are you? 5′5″, hobbit, blah, blah. FEED ME!

    2. What colour and style is your hair? Brown, really meh.

    3. What colour are your eyes? Shitty brown

    4. Do you wear glasses? Since I was 7 years old

    5. Do you wear braces? Nope, could never afford it, my teeth are sort of crooked though.

    6. What is your fashion sense? Hobo. No, I didn’t misspelled boho, lol. I wear mostly brown.

    7. Do you have any siblings? Not really. My father got a bunch of kids spread out with some random women, but I don’t have sibblings in the “connection” sense.

    8. What kinda student were/are you? Lame, pretty meh.

    9. What is your favourite subject? Biology!!! <3

    10. Favourite TV shows? Monty Phyton, Black Books, The Office UK, Cosmo, The IT Crowd, Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, Green Wing, Cooking Shows in general (yes, judge me)

    11. Favourite books? I’ll go authors because the list is long: Samuel Beckett, Jean-Paul Sartre, Lewis Carroll, Fiodor Dostoievski, Robert Frost, Eugène Ionesco, Georg Hegel, Albert Camus, George Orwell, Marcel Proust, Tennessee Williams…

    12. Favourite pastime? Napping

    13. Any regrets? A whole lot of them.

    14. What is your dream job? Within the realm of possibilities, a (tenured -it said dreamy on the question) professor. If I could have afforded med school, I’d be a doctor (would have gone for traumatology because I am hyped about THA (Total Hip Arthroplasty) – yes, I know that specifically what I would like to do because nerds). Outside the realm of possibilitiesI’d be a highly overpaid subject in a longitudinal 50 years study about REM and get paid to sleep XD

    15. Do you want to get married? Already married

    16. Do you want kids? How many? I don’t think I’m equipped to be a parent.

    17. How many countries have you visited? Two.

    18. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? I have always had a lot of nightmares, but the ones I find trully scarry are the ones that could be real, like those in which a family member is terminally ill, or related to unemployment, a car crash, etc.

    19. Do you have any enemies? I am hardly relevant enough to have real enemies.

    20. Do you have a datemate? No sure what that is (sorry old lady here)

    Ok, so I have been away from Tumblr for a while, and I am not sure who’s done it and who hasn’t, so I’ll toss tags at everyone and in case you have already done it, feel free to reblog and tag me, or tag me in the comments, so I can read yours! :) @amarmeme @ladydracarysao3, @captainceranna, @cullenstairshenanigans, @crashed-down-in-a-hurricane, @ma-sulevin, @kirkwallgirl, @kejj, @mapplestrudel, @long-liv-prairies, @ekoorb03, @gwerian, @roguelioness, @dragonageamell, @gugle1980, @stregatadallostregatto, @the-queen-of-thedas, @nerdyholler, @talz2146, @evilangel1119, @omnipotentoverlord, @the-emerald-halla, and honestly, whoever decides to answer it, tag me, so we can get to know each other! :) 

    anonymous asked:

    Me and my little are both teens, im her daddy and im new to this kind of thing, what are some rules I should use with her?

    🍬Little Rules.🍦

    1. Do as Daddy says (He knows best) no matter what!
    2. Always ask to have cummies
    3. Always hold daddy’s hand crossing the street
    4. Make bed on week days.
    5. Bedtime on weekdays is 10:30 and weekends are 12:00 unless I say otherwise.
    6. When daddy wants you to cum, you will cum
    7. Never question daddys answers.
    8. Do not let me count to 5.
    9. Princess has to ask daddy to spend over $20.
    10. Always ask daddy for permission to buy toys.
    11. Don’t talk to boys daddy hates.
    12. Do not touch your princess parts without permission.
    13. Take medicine exactly on time.
    14. Clean your room once a week.
    15. Do not cuss or scream at daddy.
    16. Daddy helps you: cook, clean, cum, and wipe
    17. During sex nothing is gross to daddy.
    18. Do not take things from daddy.
    19. Do not look at yourself in a Negative way.
    20. Princess can always watch cartoons.
    21. Remember always to say please and thank you.
    22. Be on best behavior in public.
    23. Ask politely if you want something or wanna go somewhere (Do not demand.).
    24. Clean up after yourself unless you need help.
    25. Daddy has to approve your outfit Daily.
    26. Do not harm your beautiful body in any way.
    27. No cussing in little space


    these are the ones babygirl and I came up with that we use on a regular basis. - Master am

    2

    So, here’s a seller review for you.

    DO NOT buy from angel-secret.

    November 26, I ordered an Elsa cape +15 for express shipping from angel-secret on aliexpress. 10 day ‘processing time’ and 10-12 day shipping, I should have had it within 3 weeks. Two and a half weeks later, I get a tracking number. It saod it could take a few days for the info to appear so DECEMBER 21, I finally message them letting them know the tracking number doesn’t work. ” it will show up a little late the information! Don’t worry! ” January 5, tracking number still doesn’t work. Ask them for it again, or any other information before I file a dispute since buyer protection was running out. “I will extend 10 day to you and will resend if you agree ” I agreed. Buyer protection was extended. Reminded them I need the cape by the 20th. “Ok! I will send you tracking information tomorrow!” January 11 and I still have no tracking information and they closed the transaction. No more buyer protection, no more options for dispute. Then it got better, I lurked their Facebook in hopes of contacting them through there since they stopped replying on aliexpress and came across something interesting. Their new rapunzel fabric was mine.

    Along with scamming me out of my Elsa cape, they stole my rapunzel fabric print file from…somewhere…and are using it in their skirts. I’m so disgusted… I put hours into it and making it unique and something special to me and they’ve taken it…

    I drew it out with a mouse on photo shop. It has wavy curves and uneven petals and looks a bit amateurish but I could recognize it like my own handwriting. This was something I created over hours…and they’ve taken it…

    Along with inquiring about my 2 month old elsa cape order that I’ve never gotten a tracking number for, I asked about where they got their print and they claimed they drew it themselves on digital software.

    Pretty sure their bodice is aimee majors ( which she sells on spoonflower ) and the skirt is mine ( which I’ve never uploaded anywhere other than spoonflower, where I’ve kept it private ).

    I’m just so disheartened to have put so much into this project and make it uniquely mine and now the part I was most proud of has been stolen and offered to the masses…

    Along with stealing my money.

    Angel-secret is super dishonest and theiving…Please don’t support them…support artist integrity…

    Editing original post to keep everyone in the loop:

    Update#1…after taking up the issue with aliexpress customer service who said they’d contact higher ups and open an investigation, posting on their Facebook page and making this post, I finally got a tracking number…and guess what. They used DHL for express … a shipping service that always has customs ( I’ve never been hit with customs via ems, which is what I paid the 15$ express shipping for ). So now, when I should have had it in 20 days, I’m paying an extra $30, on top of the original 15, to receive it at all 50 days after my original order.

    Update #2. They’re continuing to claim that they drew it themselves. Here’s a comparison of my file ( on the left ) against ‘theirs’.

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    They’ve also taken to fabricating stories about me. Please see my original order and our entire exchange vs their claims.

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    If you continue to support them, that’s your own moral choice. No doubt their stuff is beautiful, but they are the ugliest company and people I have ever dealt with.

    By the way, feel free to drop by their Facebook page and school a few people on their “disney owns it, they did nothing wrong, you shoulda watermarked it or expect it to be stolen” mindsets because frankly, I can’t seem to get the point across that wearing a short skirt is not an invitation for harassment.
    • Friend: hey U wanna hang out today?
    • Me: that may be true, but, I will never understand why Maes Hughes had to die. Never. His name had the word "hug" in it. Hug. What kind of man with the word hug in his name gets brutally murdered? Apparently one with a loving family and 2 year old lil girl.a lil girl. with PIGTAILS. U know what should have happened? He should have gotten a hug. 20 hugs, 200 hugs. ALL the hUGS IN THE WORLD.*HUG*HES SHOULDN G HAV E DIED.
    • Friend: lol wo ok man
    • Friend: I'll pick u up at 5

    So this is a real old thing I’m never going to get any further with so I decided to just post it. Anyway, I’ve always been curious about the girl from “What Is and What Should Never Be” (Supernatural: Season 2 Episode 20).

    I like to think of some AU where she joins with Sam and Dean, stays at Bobby’s for a while, then returns to university to study psychology in order to become a therapist for Hunters. She’s terrified of Djinn, but becomes something of an advocate for sharing the planet with supernatural creatures rather than killing them. (Here’s the board I have for her on pinterest)

    Appetite for Destruction (Part 2)

    Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

    Word Count: 2720

    Summary:  AU. Love happens where you least expect it, like with your fiance’s brother after you’ve just moved across the country to live closer to his family.

    Warnings: Infidelity, Implied Smut, Angst, Blood.  (Apologies if I missed any.)

    A/N:  Loosely based on 2:20: What Is and What Should Never Be.  

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    Originally posted by darlingcap

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    She felt out of place, trying to shift her weight from one stilettoed foot to the other imperceptibly.  There was a checklist in her mind she did her best to follow.  Do not get lipstick on teeth.  Check.  Smile. Check.  Don’t say anything inappropriate.  Well, we can’t win them all, she thought and decided to never speak again after an ill-fated attempt at humor.  She amended her checklist slightly.  ‘Do this for Sam because these are his work colleagues, at his work party, at his new job, and it means a lot to him.’  Check.  

    So she smiled, kept lipstick off her teeth and said nothing.  Sam glanced down at her, grinning, and she realized how in his element he was.  He was charming and civil.  He made people feel comfortable, heard and special.  He made her feel all of those things.  Not at that moment, precisely, but she repressed that rebellious thought. Tonight was about Sam, not her.  

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    During a lunch rush a guy gave me a 10 and I gave him his 5.50 change back. He said that he gave me a 20. I explained that he didn’t for two reasons 1) I always repeat what they give me 2) I always have to mark 20’s and I knew I didn’t to do that. Due to the rush we didn’t have time to do a till check. My manager came over and i explained what happened but she told me to give him his 10 and said sorry to the guy. The customer left smug and I got into trouble. During the banking at the end of the night, guess how much we were short? And guess who didn’t get an apology? Fuck customer like this and managers who never believe workers. There should be a better system in place than giving them the money just incase.

    Appetite for Destruction (Part 1)

    Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Mary, Carmen

    Word Count: 2343

    Summary:  AU. Love happens where you least expect it, like with your fiance’s brother after you’ve just moved across the country to live closer to his family.

    Warnings: Infidelity, Implied Smut, Angst

    A/N:  Loosely based on 2:20: What Is and What Should Never Be.  

    Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

    Y/N piled the last box into the moving truck, brushing a few strands of hair away from her perspiring forehead.  She heaved a sigh, looking down at the latch.

    “Babe, do you have the lock,” she called over her shoulder.  “I can’t believe you talked me into moving to Kansas.”  She propped her leg onto the bumper, stretching the growing pain in her back from carrying boxes of text books.  An arm wrapped around her waist, and she straightened.  

    “I was hoping I could talk you into one more thing,” Sam said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.  A velvety black box appeared in front of her face. She spun in his arms.

    “Sam, oh my god!”  She covered her astounded expression, while he stooped down to one knee, which still made them almost eye level.  He opened the box with a smile.

    “Will you marry me?” He asked

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    Appetite for Destruction (Part 9)

    Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Carmen

    Word Count: 1017

    Summary: AU. Love happens where you least expect it, like with your fiance’s brother after you’ve just moved across the country to live closer to his family.

    Warnings: Infidelity, Angst, Depression, Weight Loss, Smut, Unhealthy Relationships  (Apologies if I missed any.)

    A/N:  Loosely based on 2:20: What Is and What Should Never Be.  Okay, so we’re quickly approaching a crossroads.  Part 10 is slated to be the last chapter of AFD and I kind of dig the ending, but it doesn’t answer a lot of questions you might have and you might not like it.  But, if you’re not satisfied I can keep it going to a little longer.  However, but might not be any less angsty than it’s been so far. 

    Tags:  @dancingalone21, @jessiedangerous, @spnblooging@hugwinchester, @butiaintgonnaloveem

    Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

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    Holding Dean’s child was the most devastating experience of her life. She gazed down into the tiny, wrinkled face, watching muscles move without experience.  Tears streamed silently down her face as she relinquished a hope she hadn’t been aware she was holding onto.  

    Dean’s baby. 

    Carmen’s baby. 

    A miracle that would forever bar her from the one thing she wanted most.  The only barrier she could never hate or resent.  

    She was suddenly afraid to be holding the child.  She worried her greed and cruelty would contaminate an unblemished mind.  She was chaos and ruination.  This child was redemption.  

    Just not for her.  

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    Appetite for Destruction (Part 3)

    Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Mary, Carmen, Ellen

    Word Count: 4068

    Summary:  AU. Love happens where you least expect it, like with your fiance’s brother after you’ve just moved across the country to live closer to his family.

    Warnings: Infidelity, Smut, Angst.  (Apologies if I missed any.)

    A/N:  Loosely based on 2:20: What Is and What Should Never Be.  

    Tags:  @dancingalone21

    Part 1, Part 2

    Originally posted by jared-and-jensen-winchester

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    The ringing phone broke her concentration and she swore under her breath.  Y/N pushed her headphone off her ears and picked up the receiver.

    “Good afternoon.  This is Y/N, how can I help you?”  She said automatically.

    “We need to talk.”  Her heart pounded hearing Dean’s gravelly voice over the line.  

    “Dean,” she whispered harshly.  She cupped her hand over her mouth and the receiver, sliding lower in her chair.  “I’m at work.”

    “We need to talk,” he repeated.

    “I don’t want to talk to you.”  She weighed the urge to hang up on him.

    “When do you get off?”  There was a note of decision in his voice.

    “Five, why,” she found herself answering despite her best intensions.

    “I’ll be there.”  And the line went dead.  She slammed the phone into the receiver, louder than she’d intended.  A head popped over the side of her cubicle, an overly sympathetic face following.  

    “Trouble in paradise,” her coworker asked.  She smiled, hiding her annoyance at the intrusion even if it was well intended.

    “Something like that.”  She looked back at her computer, sliding her headphones back over her ears.

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    “He smiled understandingly — much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. […] It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby