road to the alter

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“Oh oh oh wilde horses in the night
I’m running for my life, yeah

I try to give myself away
To give into the chase
Night turns into day (oh)
I drive, I drive into the moon
I pray for something new
No matter what I do
All roads leads to you (oh)
All roads leads to you”

Lawson - Roads

Art © ZombiDJ
[Do not alter or copy thank you <3]

Some Questions to Ask When Things Go Wrong

1. Is this something I should take seriously and try to put right; is it something that is worth working on, and investing more energy on?

2. How much is my fault? Is it something I can change further down the road?

3. How much is outside my control; will anything I do really alter the situation or make a lasting difference?

5. Have I done everything I possibly can? Have I tried and exhausted all possible options?

6. Is it something I should put behind me, and decide to walk away from?

7. Who else has gone through a similar experience, or had this happen to them? Who can I talk to who will understand, and give me valuable help and advice?

8. What can I learn from this experience?

9. How can I build myself up again, so I have the needed strength to go forward in my life?

10. What small steps can I take to enhance my self-esteem?

Breathe Again

This was written for Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge! Thanks for hosting @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, sorry for cutting it so close on the deadline!

Dean x female reader

Song Inspiration: Breathe Again by Sara Barielles

Warnings: Angst (but not too bad… well… It doesn’t end terribly anyways!!), character death, grief induced panic attack, Set right after Season 3 and mid Season 4 episode 1 (Spoilers)

Word Count: about 1500

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Your vehicle was parked next to the Impala, your packed bags in the passenger seat of your red ‘74 Bronco. You used to laugh seeing your giant Beast parked next to sleek Baby, but now the black muscle car brought you nothing but agonizing memories. Dean was gone. You hadn’t been able to stop the hellhounds from ripping your love apart and although Lilith hadn’t been able to kill Sam, you hadn’t been able to end her either. She smoked out of Ruby’s meatsuit leaving you and Sam to deal with Dean’s mangled corpse.

The last couple days had been devastating. Sam was a mess, especially after burying Dean, and as much as you wanted to be there for him, you couldn’t even look at him without your heart shattering all over again. And watching you grieve was only amplifying his own anguish. So you’d decided to part ways. You held each other for a long moment, neither one of you ready for this but both of you knowing you needed time apart to deal with your grief in your own separate ways. The pain of being around Sam was just too much. Although you loved him like a brother, now he was just a bitter reminder of the time when you called yourself Dean’s.

You hopped up into the Bronco and pulled away, fighting back tears as you found yourself looking back at the only family you had left in the world shrinking away in the rearview mirror.

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Some Questions to Ask When Things Go Wrong

Ask yourself:

1. Is this something I should take seriously and try to put right; is it something that is worth working on, and investing more energy on?

2. How much is my fault? Is it something I can change further down the road?

3. How much is outside my control; will anything I do really alter the situation or make a lasting difference?

5. Have I done everything I possibly can? Have I tried and exhausted all possible options?

6. Is it something I should put behind me, and decide to walk away from?

7. Who else has gone through a similar experience, or had this happen to them? Who can I talk to who will understand, and give me valuable help and advice?

8. What can I learn from this experience?

9. How can I build myself up again, so I have the needed strength to go forward in my life?

10. What small steps can I take to enhance my self-esteem?

Under The Influence

Originally posted by popecalum

     Your sleep was disturbed by someone loudly giggling and banging into stuff. It took you a few minutes to register that it was Michael coming home from one of his late nights. Except this time you weren’t the one bringing him home. Michael had came alone and was making a lot of noise in his drunken haze. You slipped out of bed and slowly made your way towards the living room. As you leaned against the entryway to the living room you watched as Michael tried to navigate is way inside. He was tiptoeing about as if he was the Grinch entering a home to steal the Christmas tree and presents. Only Michael wasn’t at all quiet as he assumed he was. To his surprise you had flicked on the light and Michael was greeted with your scowling face. “Y/N!!” Michael cheered, sounding out each syllable in your name with a slur. “I hope I didn’t wake you,” he whispered, lifting his pointer finger up to his lips to shush you saying that his roommate was asleep. 

“Mikey I’m your roommate and I’m already awake,” you reminded him. His face scrunched up in thought and then softened as he seemed to realize you were standing in front of him.

“Y/N!” Michael cheered in a slur once again making you sigh in defeat. He was trashed and somehow having short term memory loss. “You should have came to party with me it was fantastic,” he giggled, draping his arm over your shoulder and putting nearly all of his weight on you.  

“How’d you get home? Please tell me you took a cab,” you mumbled, pushing Michael off of you so that you could hold him at arms length. Michael shook his head with a grin and your eyebrows furrowed. “You Ubered here?” you asked this time receiving another shake of his head. “So one of the guys dropped you off?” you questioned.

“Nope,” Michael responded, popping the “p”. He lifted his hand up to jiggle the keys that were hanging from his pointer finger. “I drove home,” Michael smiled. Your expression was the opposite as his. A frown making its way onto your face and your eyes narrowing into slits as you glared at him. 

“I’m sorry it sounded like you just told me you drove home,” you said, earning a nod from Michael. “You drove home while drunk?” you questioned, already knowing the answer since an intoxicated Michael was currently standing in front of you. “Michael are you crazy!?! You could have gotten in a car accident! Gotten arrested! Or worse you could have died!” you shouted, making him flinch at the sudden yelling. His ears were already ringing from how loud the music in the club had been playing, but to top it off you were screaming at him. 

“It’s not that big a deal. I’m fine see,” he said, spinning around in front of you and doing a little dance. Though your yelling had sobered him up a tiny bit it wasn’t enough. Michael was still drunk out of his mind. 

“You should have called me,” you sighed, “I would’ve picked you up.” You were disappointed that Michael had driven while he was under the influence. The two of you weren’t always the best of friends. He annoyed you like an older brother would and you nagged him as if the two of you were an old married couple. The two of you were frenemies but you still cared about his safety and worried whenever Michael did something reckless.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Michael mumbled, pushing pass you so he could go to his room. The affects of his wild night was starting to hit him like jackhammer hitting the ground and Michael realized he desperately wanted to sleep. You weren’t going to give up on this, being hot on his trail and slipping through his door before he could shut it. “Let me be, Y/N, “ Michael whined, kicking off his shoes and beginning to get undressed. 

“No we’re going to talk about this!” you said, getting ready to lecture him about road safety and how the affects of alcohol can alter perception, and the functions of the brain. Michael had rolled his eyes at your words and he pulled off his shirt, leaving him in just his boxers and socks. “Did you know road incidences have a high death rate? Most of it comes from people not paying attention while driving. Meaning they were on their phones or too busy rummaging around their car,” you began, “But also a part of those deaths are caused by intoxicated drivers. Sometimes those drivers take a life if it’s not the person they hit then it’s them.”

“Do you spend you time researching this shit?” Michael asked, plopping down on his bed and slipping into the covers. Your hand rested at your hip as you stared at him annoyance. 

“This is serious. I care about your safety Mikey,” you said, voice becoming softer this time. He let out a sigh starting to realize your angry words were for a good reason. You had always wanted to look out for Michael and the fact that he was acting careless with his life scared you. “Just please next time call a cab…in fact just call me if you’re ever drunk an need a ride home okay?” He softly nodded, mouth opening wide as he yawned. “Get some rest I’ll get the Advil for tomorrow’s hangover,” you chuckled. Your back turned away from him and you reached out to grab the doorknob. 

“Thank you Y/N…for caring. Thank you,” Michael whispered out making a smile form on your face.