A Way To You (Destiel AU) (on Wattpad) When a psychic at the local fair tells Dean his future, he shruggs it off. Until he finds himself in a situation that looks a lot like the psychic predicted, and he tries his very best to change it. 

Show: Supernatural (AU)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel

Other things: No warnings, no sex. Mary Winchester is still alive.

Can also be read on Ao3 

Michael Taylor

Michael Taylor and his wife, Christine, lived in a small town in Great Britain called Ossett. The couple was very religious, and had joined a Christian prayer group lead by Marie Robinson. At one meeting in 1974, Christine Taylor accused her husband and Robinson of having an affair, which both people hotly denied. Michael Taylor then spewed obscenities and began acting extremely erratic and out of character, leading witnesses to think that he seemed possessed by evil.

After months of crazy behavior, Taylor eventually consulted with clergy who performed an exorcism. The exorcism lasted for well over twenty-four hours, and the priests involved claimed to have removed forty demons from the man’s body. However, before he left, the priests warned him that the demon of murder remained dormant in his soul.

As soon as Taylor arrived home, he brutally murdered his wife and their dog. He was later found wandering the streets, covered in blood. At his trial, he was acquitted by reason of insanity.

anonymous asked:

Mary approached Jane, worried as to why such a young girl was wandering the street alone. She waved at her and kneeled to her level, offering her hand to shake. "Hi! I'm Mary! What's your name?" ~ask-mary-robinson ((Hi! Sorry to just pop in! I hope you don't mind. I love your blog!))


“Hello! I’m Jane. Jane Annie Reynolds. Maria is my momie?” She shake her hand looking up at the older girl with a curious smile.

A. Mary F. Robinson, 1857-1944

So glad am I, my only Love,
 So glad that I could fly
Above the clouds and far enough
 Join hands, and let us try!

We’ll watch the world that spins below
 Amid a mist of stars;
Along the milky way we’ll go
 Towards the heavenly bars.

And, smiling soft at one another,
 Sweet angels looking o’er
Shall cry, “These lovers love each other;
 Never were such before!”

[From An Italian Garden: A Book of Songs, 1897]