Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]
He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her.
Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company.
He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.
So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.
Develop a deeper appreciation for yourself and all that you are. Every square inch of your body plays its own role, if it’s your skin protecting you from bacteria, to your eye lashes keeping out the sweat. So what if that skin has freckles, or if your eye lashes aren’t quite as long; they are a part of you that cannot be replaced.
Maybe your life isn’t the easiest, but a life is a life. If we focus on the bad things in our life then we begin to hyper focus on only that. So if we are always thinking about the bad things, how do we appreciate the good? We can’t.
Imagine your Dad and Uncle Sam being worried when he found out you ran away from Cas with Charlie to decipher the Book of the Damned
“Call her again. NOW!” Dean shouted at Sam in anger, wondering how the hell his brother could allow you, his sixteen year old daughter, to get involved in this dangerous scheme to remove the Mark of Cain from Dean’s arm.
“She’s not answering.” Sam said quietly as he questioned the same thing.
“Then call Charlie!” Dean yelled.
Hitting buttons on his phone Sam called Charlie and held the phone to his ear.
“Sam, I swear to god, they better be okay. If anything happens to my daughter I will never forgive you.” Dean said in a dangerous tone.
Suddenly the sound of Dean’s phone ringing broke the silence in the bunker. Dean quickly grabbed his phone and as soon as he saw the picture of the selfie you “forced” him to take with you he hit the answer button.
“Y/N! Where the hell are you?” Dean asked in a concerned tone.
“Daddy.” Your scared voice came through the line.
“Y/N, baby what’s wrong? Where are you? What’s happening?” Dean questioned.
Dean could hear you trying to contain your sobs from the other end of the phone, “Dad we-we messed up.”
“Y/N what’s going on?” Dean pushed, he needed to know what was happening.
“They’re here Dad.” You told him before another sob broke lose, “They’re gonna kill us.”