Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Summary: The Winchester siblings start a little prank war and it escalates quickly
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: None, just some fluff
A/N: Special thanks to @nickiwinchester97 because she encourages me a lot and I love her. And to my dad who (unknowingly) inspired a lot of this :D
It all started out pretty harmless. Dean was annoyed by Sam who had
complained about his unhealthy choice of food, and as soon as Sam went to the
kitchen to get himself some water, you watched your eldest brother rip of a
piece of carton from the pizza box and hide it under a pepperoni slice on Sam’s
It was hard for you to hold back your laughter when Sam came back and
took a bite. He had somehow managed to bite through the carton and was now
munching on it, completely unaware of what he was eating.
Dean watched him as well, and even though he was good at keeping his
game face on you knew he was cracking up on the inside.
The ride back to the bunker was very different from
the last time.
You had been discharged from the hospital after two
days, doctors said you’d be on the mend for a few weeks, but they sent you off
with some pain meds and antibiotics. Dean stayed with you the whole time, both
of you staying mostly quiet, lamenting the choices you’d made; neither one of
you bringing up Sam or the fact that he’d left.
Hull City can this evening confirm that Ryan Mason had to undergo emergency surgery after fracturing his skull in a clash with Chelsea’s Gary Cahill in today’s match. He is in a stable condition and will remain in hospital for the next few days. We wish you a speedy recovery Ryan
Dean sighs when he hears the Continental pull into the motel’s parking lot. He recognizes the squeal of its engine; he keeps meaning to replace that fan belt.
After a moment, the door creaks open. Cas comes in looking grumpy and windblown, and Dean rubs his hand over his face. His head hurts, and the inside of his mouth feels tingly and strange, almost like it itches. He sighs again. He’s in a shit motel outside Fort Dodge, the kind of place where the mattresses have sinkholes in the middle and the water runs rusty for a full minute. He’s down to his last sixty bucks, and the stupid witch skipped town, and now this.
“I got your message, but I didn’t – Dean, are you all right?”
“He can’t talk,” Sam says.
“What?” Cas narrows his eyes at Dean, then turns back to Sam. “What happened? A spell?”
“Yeah. We were hunting this witch – he was running some kind of love spell racket. Heavy-duty revenge stuff, the kind of thing that makes your high school sweetheart walk out on a marriage and kids. Anyway, we got in there, and –” Sam waves his hands around “– he threw something in Dean’s face before we could get a shot off.”
“Do you know what?”
“Maybe,” Sam says. He walks over to the table and opens the musty book they took from the witch’s workshop. “He left this behind, and I’ve been looking through it. After the spell hit, I smelled roses, rosemary, and mint, so I think –” he draws his finger down a page “– I think this is our guy.”
Cas reads it, then looks up at Sam. “So he has to…”
On this day in 1968, the American civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. made his last speech, the day before his assassination. The Baptist minister from Georgia first came to national attention for his leadership of the Montgomery Bus Boycott in 1955, which attempted to desegregate buses in the city. This event is considered by many the beginning of the Civil Rights Movement, which saw a national effort to end discrimination against African-Americans. King was one of many leaders, but became the face of the movement for his non-violent tactics and powerful oratory. In 1963,
during the March on Washington, King delivered the crowning speech of
the struggle - the ‘I have a dream’ speech. Beyond his role in combating
racial inequality, King also focused on tackling poverty and advocating
peace, especially during the Vietnam War. In April 1968, King visited Memphis in solidarity with striking sanitation workers. It was at the Mason Temple in this city that he delivered his ‘I’ve Been to the Mountaintop’ speech, widely considered one of the finest of his long career. The very next day,
King was assassinated at his Memphis hotel by James Earl Ray. His final speech was remarkably prophetic, as he appeared to acknowledge he would not live long, and invoked the Biblical story of Moses, who led the Israelites out of slavery in Egypt. Moses died before he could enter the Promised Land, though God allowed him to view it from atop Mount Nebo before he died. Though King didn’t know it, he too died before he saw his dream come to fruition, and since his death comparisons between the civil rights leader and Biblical prophet have abounded.
“Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity
has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do
God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve
looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with
you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to
the promised land.”
On this day in music history: February 29, 1980 - Buddy Holly’s signature horn rimmed glasses are found in the archives of the Gordo County Sheriffs office in Mason City, IA. Thought to have been lost in the plane crash in February 1959 that claimed Holly’s life, they are discovered in a sealed manila envelope in the Sheriffs office in Mason City, IA. The prescription glasses were originally found on April 7, 1959, two months after the crash buried in a snow drift. Holly originally purchased the glasses from his optometrist Dr. J. Davis Armistead in 1957 for $20, who in turn acquired the Faiosa plastic frames while on vacation in Mexico City. They are returned to Holly’s widow Maria Elena, who keeps them until October 1998. The glasses are purchased from her for $80,000 by the non-profit cultural organization Civic Lubbock in Holly’s hometown of Lubbock, TX, and are on permanent display at the Buddy Holly Center along with numerous other artifacts that were owned by the rock & roll icon.
Hey! I'm from Iowa and I was interested if you knew of any lore or mythical creatures or even UFO sightings here?
iowa actually has a few interesting places/legends.i think the most famous place is the “villisca ax murder house”, an allegedly haunted location with a name that explains itself. http://www.villiscaiowa.com/the-crime.php
its also home to one of my favorite obscure cryptids, the “van meter visitors”, which looked something like this.
“They built and rebuilt the massive Rippling Walls as Caelondia’s borders spread.”
“The Masons. We built the city strong, now there’s only two of us.”
The walls that surrounded caelondia’s workings and interests were long and tall, in contrast to the tunnels running deep to the east. Acting as both builder and militia, the masons were a unit of strong and brave caelondian soldiers. The would patrol the wall, protecting the boarders from invasions and expanding them further. They had a grueling, thankless job. And often time one tour is all they do. But as soon as the kid got back. He left again. There wasn’t anything left for him there
this one was fun to do! I tried to create a more graphic look with outligning them and it paid off well! hope you enjoyed. next week is going to be the bastion itself! and then… then comes the big 4.
On the morning of his forty-third birthday, Dean wakes up to Cas biting a slow, wet kiss on the inside of his thigh, lips and tongue and a soft scrape of teeth. He just lies there for a few moments, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and flexing his toes into the scratchy motel sheets. He breathes out Cas’ name. Cas shifts closer, nosing at the crease of Dean’s hip before sucking another mark into Dean’s skin. His cheek brushes Dean’s hardening dick; Dean gasps and pushes his hand into Cas’ hair.
Cas turns his head. He says, “Happy Birthday,” in a voice like rock-salt, then pins both hands at Dean’s hips and swallows Dean down.