One of my favourite things these past days has been seeing how the former spn bloggers who left the fandom a while a ago but whom I still follow. Because all this time, throughout season finales and deaths and drama they kept silent and had successfull moved on…but give them cockles at jibcon with sprinkles of extra drunk and flirty Jensen on top and they got sucked back into the madness immediately. So I guess the moral of the story is: you may be able to escape the spn fandom one day, but if you’ve fallen into the cockles dumpster once, you will never truly get out again
A/N: This is for @wildfirewinchester‘s “Meg’s Birthday Challenge”! My prompt was “Falling Slowly” by Glen Hansard. Thanks to my literally-so-amazing sister @imnoaingeal for beta’ing a shitton this weekend. ♥️😘
On a more personal note, I am currently sO emotionally raw right now. I am nauseous over the catastrophe that occurred just today in Manchester. Send your prayers and good wishes to the families of those who passed and those who have been injured, and those who have been traumatized.
God, now I feel like a fuckin’ vein dick for posting this tonight…
Maybe it was just a stupid crush…
Hell, I know it was a stupid crush…
But the mysterious stranger that stopped by our town of PodunkVille was worth it.
I didn’t find out his name until his fourth visit… but, again, it was worth it.
I didn’t know him, but I wanted him all the more for that. I was sick of the relationships I had had. Bein’ used and abused, loved and left.
I wanted a stranger.
The first time he spoke to me, it was a flirtation. I could tell he didn’t really mean it; but it nevertheless tripped me up, his words falling through me… And, as always, fooled me. I couldn’t react, no matter how much I wanted to.
It was a game to him, and maybe even to me. It would play itself out.
It wasn’t until I was snatched from my car in the parking lot of the diner that I realized that my town wasn’t the same… That there was probably a reason he and the man’s taller partner were in town.
I woke up alone and in a cave. I woke up surrounded by half-eaten carcasses and skeletons. I woke up needing to stay alive.
I tried my hardest to find my way out of the cave. I had grown up in the area, and I literally never knew we had cave systems; maybe no one did, if there were things like this in them.
I found my way out; I have no idea how. I ran face first into him; Dean.
That was how I met him. That was how I became a hunter.