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I couldn’t create this kind of monstrosity and keep it all to myself, so here it is: my ultimate Supernatural playlist, Greatest Hits of the Mullet Rock!

On this playlist you will find almost every single song ever played on Supernatural, as well as tracks that had episodes named after them, songs that were referenced on the show, and pieces from the score. There is also a “lite version” for those of you who don’t want the instrumentals, anemic pop music, or “Carry On Wayward Son” repeated more than ten times.

I hope you enjoy rocking out to this playlist as much as I enjoyed putting it together. The entire very long track listing is below!

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You could say that someone misses Louis very much over the short break.

*all 5 frames are hand drawn, please don’t steal/criticize, thank you (◡‿◡✿) *

Memories: Part two.


Emily is laid back on my bed as I try to get the internet to work on my laptop. Ever since the accident my mum has been even more over protective of me. I don’t have my phone. The only time I get out of the house is so to go to the doctor to check that everything was healing properly. I’m surprised that she even let Emily in the house with me.


It’s been a little over two months and a lot of my cuts have healed except for the couple that kept opening up due to the high action of twisting and turning in the areas of where they were placed but most of them have tuned up with a faint and permanent scars littering my skin. The one beneath my ear was the one that caused the weekly check-ups and had left the skin raised as it healed over.


Two years of my life just disappeared with the second that the car hit mine. The second that I woke up in that hospital in London of all places, I felt the warmth missing from my hand and the way it seemed to take apart of me with it and suddenly how I had felt so empty without it.


My memory was mainly a haze but slowly I think I was remembering things or at least imagining things because half of what I was seeing in my mind in those moments when I zoned out on anything seemed too good to be true. A small diary had become my second best friend behind Emily, it’s where I wrote everything down trying to make sense of it but I couldn’t get it. My memories come back in parts with scenarios with people that I couldn’t match to a face or I just saw faces and whenever I asked Emily she would just tell me that my mum had asked her not to say anything to me.


That’s what she’s doing now flicking through the already worn book. There was stuff in there that I was a bit embarrassed to have her read especially that very detailed dream I had of losing my virginity which I was in truth to afraid to find out if it was true or not. When she read that she gave me a look over the top of the pages with a raised eyebrow then skipped past the next couple of very detailed and graphic pages to read what I had written next.


“You think if I asked your mum to spend the night at my house she would let you?” Emily asks offhanded as she looks over another page.  


“Probably not, why?” I ask lying down next to her my eyes moving over the page she’s reading.


“Well,” she stretches, “One Direction is back on tour and they’re going to be here in (YourCapitolCity) in a couple of days and we should go to the show.”


“Like we did two months ago,” I joke trying to shake of the unease that it is in fact one of my last solid memories that I have.


“You’re so funny, I mean it, you like their new album, why shouldn’t we.” She had managed to sneak the two albums that I had missed and they were both amazing.


“If they’re here in a couple of days there aren’t going to be any tickets left and like my mum is going to let me go.”


“I know someone who can get us in and we’ll just tell your mum that you’re sleeping over to help jog your memory.” She smiles at me sitting up and pulling a puppy dog face.


A lot of what I had written in the book had involved Harry. They’re the memories that seemed too good to be true. More than half of it was filled with him or at least his hair or his eyes but the morning that I woke up with the dream of him hovering me, his hand tangled through my hair as he took something that I only ever wanted him to have, I’ve never wanted something to be truer. The therapist that mum was taking me to had told me that since I couldn’t match the face to a previous relationship that I had that I replaced him with Harry since at this point of my memories he was all I knew as a crush.  


Smiling at her I give her a nod agreeing to whatever devious plan she has up her sleeve. Two days later we’re in a fancy car driving to the concert. Mum didn’t want me staying at her house but she couldn’t stop me when I snuck out of the house earlier today.


I was dressed in a white rolling stones shirt that Emily had thrown at me, similar to the one I had seen Harry dressed in a number of times and a pair of black distressed skinny jeans she knew that I didn’t like the scars that cover my right leg so she didn’t push me to wear anything shorter than my ankle but she was glad when I had slipped on the grey leather combat boots that I had found while digging through my closet.


When she told me that since the concert had actually sold out and that her friend was only capable of getting us passes that meant that we had to stand at the side of the stage to watch the show I was annoyed that I would have to stand the whole time. My leg still struggled to hold my weight but she reassured me that we’ll be fine.


When we get to the stadium I’m surprised when the driver of the car drives around the back of the stadium and has to pass through security to get there. There are fans all around the perimeter of the gate hoping to see the boys and when the black car drives in the screams are deafening even through the windows.


“Who do you know?” I ask turning to her astounded.


“A very high up person,” she smiles as she passes me an all access pass that has my picture on it which leaves me even more astounded and confused.


The car drives straight into the stadium and I can hear the disappointment of the girls that we may have been what they were waiting to see. A security guard takes my hand to help me out of the car and it’s eerily familiar as Emily and I are lead through the backstage area.


We end up stood in front of one of the bleachers for the concert. We weren’t the only ones stood there. Once the support act had finished Lou and Harry’s sister Gemma had come out to stand a couple of metres away from us.


They gave as I look of surprise when they saw us. I didn’t know how to react to seeing them up this close but Emily smiles at them and is quick to pull her phone out and begin texting someone.


When they come on stage I can’t help the smile that crosses my cheeks at seeing people whose music has been my only really source of freedom since the accident. Emily smiles and fangirls along with me singing the words and dancing around in circles. I notice though Harry isn’t as into as what I’ve seen in videos.


“Is there something different with Harry?” I ask her when they are off stage during a costume change.


Emily freezes and her eyes flick to the side before she replies. “Um something happened to him and his girlfriend a couple of months ago, the media has been really quite about it but he hasn’t been the same since.”


My heart clenches as I hear that he has a girlfriend and even as they come back on stage I can’t get the idea of it out of my mind. There’s something about him being with someone else that unsettles me, I can’t get back into the joy I was feeling before.


Over on the stage I see Niall tip his bottle of water all over Harry causing the white material of his shirt to cling to his body and show the dark tattoos that he has beneath.




The pool of the hotel that Emily and I were staying at was amazing. Her dad had paid for the suite we were in so it wasn’t surprising that the five star resort had an infinity pool. We were spending the day at the pool and trying to relax. We had only gotten off the plane yesterday and the concert wasn’t for another few days.


Emily is reading a fashion magazine and she just nods at me as I tell her that I’m going for a swim. As I was slipping my shorts off, I felt someone bump into the back of me knocking me into the pool even as arms wrap around me trying to prevent the fall but we both end up in the water with a big splash.


A scream escapes my mouth and it’s only a second of time that I have to take a deep breath before I’m submerged in the cool water. Pushing myself up from the bottom of the pool I tread water to keep myself above the water. Quickly I push my hair back out my way and spit out the extra water that I had taken into my mouth.


When my eyes finally concentrate on who had knocked me into the pool I’m surprised to see that it’s Harry Styles. His curly hair is soaked and clinging to the tanned curves of his neck as he tries to help hold me a float.


“I’m sorry, love, didn’t see you there.” He says his British accent rolling against my ears in a harmonic way. “I’m Harry by the way.” He smiles the infamous dimples popping into his cheeks.


Nodding I try to force myself to speak and Harry has to let out a little chuckle for me to do so. “Uh, yeah, (Y/N).”


“Pretty name to go with the pretty girl.”


This time it’s me that’s laughing. “That’s the line you’re going to use?”


“Sorry,” he says and I can sense the nervousness in his voice.


“It worked Styles,” I say back exuding the normal confidence that I never have.




It seems so real. The way that he laughs as he pushes the long soaked strands of his dark hair out of his eyes I could swear that I’ve seen it before.


There’s a small part of my mind telling me that it is real. All that I had written down was true that somehow we were in a relationship at some point, but no matter how hard I try I still can’t put his face to what I had seen.


When Harry turns on the stage and his eyes lock with mine he freezes and I can see the noticeable difference that the rise and fall of his chest takes. When I see his lips whisper my name I can’t take it anymore.


I’m overwhelmed by everything that I feel and I move to go back the way that we came in. When I leave not only can I hear Emily calling me back but Lou and Gemma as well.


When I get backstage another voice joins the chorus of the ones trying to stop me from leaving but this one is male and just behind me. Close enough that he’s able to gently take my elbow and spin me around to face them.


He looks so much more beautiful up close.


“(Y/N), you’re here.” Harry says softly his hand not leaving my arm.


Shaking my head, I don’t know how to react to his words. I don’t know him. At least I don’t think I do. I could be completely wrong in putting him in my book but I can’t ignore how comfortable he makes me feel.


When I don’t reply to him after I while I see the way his face seems to morph into the face of someone who seems to have lost all hope. “Yo-you don’t remember me.”


“Um, a little, I’m not sure.” I say back looking down at his hand on my skin.


And just like that I see a tiny flicker of hope appears in his eyes and he smiles lightly down at me. He goes to say something else to me but I stop him.


“I-I have to go.” I say pulling my arm from his grasp instantly missing the warmth it gives.


Suddenly Emily appears at my side and tells me that we’re going back to the hotel we were staying at but before we leave I turn my head back around to see Harry watching us leave. He is very cute, I hope what I think I know is true.


Inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour