You and Dean stood outside of the classroom, your hand in Dean’s much larger one. Other kids and their parents poured into the room which walls were dressed in drawings and colorful posters of the alphabet. It was the start of the school year, and unsurprisingly it was also the first day of a new school for the both of you.
”You ready?” Dean asked as he looked down at you, and his green eyes was met by your round ones.
What if Castiel bringing Dean back from the dead wasn’t the first time he met the Winchester siblings?
Characters: Castiel x Winchester sister!reader + Sam and Dean (all kids), Lucifer and John (mentioned)
Words: About 1400
A/N: Usually, I’m really picky about things being canon, and I spend like hours researching to make sure, which sometimes actually kills my inspiration. While this time, I didn’t really have the time, and I just wanted to write, so if some things don’t really make sense with the storyline of the show, I’m sorry.
Just because Kira from Orphan Black is soooo cute.
Castiel stands outside of the motel, hidden amongst the trees of the forest surrounding the small town. The wind blows through the crowns of the trees, making the branches slightly bend in its force. It’s in the middle of the night and the only light sources are the moon and the stars above, and the dimmed light of a lamp placed on the windowsill inside one of the motel rooms.
That’s the one. That room.
The angel of the Lord is here on orders. He’s been told that he needs to kill a girl.
Imagine how the Egos would react if a small child turned up on their doorstep and they had to take care of them for the day before retuning them safely to their parents.
(I saw a post the other day that kind of gave me the idea for this. The situation involved Anti finding the child instead, though. But anyway, hope you guys enjoy!)
Silver finds it, the child, a little four year old girl with something sticky smeared on her mouth and big crocodile tears in her eyes. “Where’s my mommy?” Silver screams, and that doesn’t help the situation at all.
“How did it even get in here?” Google wrinkles his nose at the small child. “Disgusting.”
Bim braids the little girl’s hair and sings to her with a calming voice. “Be nice, Google. She’s just a baby, after all.”
“‘m not a baby. I’m four and a half,” she holds up her fingers to show Bim, and he smiles.
Wilford takes her into the studio and lets her try on costumes, which he uses his abilities on to make them fit her. They blow bubbles, eat cotton candy, and when she’s good and worn out, the little girl falls asleep in his lap.
Ed eyes the two of them on the couch in the living room. “I’ll make ya an offer for her. Fifty bucks down payment, bet I could make a nice profit…”
Wilford glares at him. “No.”
Dark finds them next. “What is that?” His voice makes the little girl stir from sleep, and when she sees him, she immediately starts screaming and crying at the top of her lungs. Dark claps his hands over his ears to shut out the noise. “Make it stop! You there, stop that this instant!” His compulsion makes the girl stop crying, but she continues to sniffle as Dark paces closer. “We’ve got to find her parents and return her, Wilford.”
The pink Ego hugs the child closer. “No, she’s mine now! I found her, and she’s cute.”
The Host wanders in. “Oh, good lord,” turns around and walks back out. Dark chases after him, and together, he and Google search for the child’s parents. It takes several hours to convince Wilford that giving the girl back to her parents is the best thing for her.
The forgetful father? Chase Brody.
Wilford grabs him by the collar of his shirt, causing his stupid, oversized hat to fall off his head, and drags him forward so the two are nose to nose. “Lose that sweet child again, and I will end you.” The little girl just giggles and keeps blowing bubbles.
A/N: Hola guys! So, I started watching Riverdale the other day, and I got really inspired by the whole High School setting, so I just wanted to write something regarding that. So, that’s the explanation for this. Also, it starts out in 3rd POV, just because I was trying stuff out :)
If you want to listen to what I listened to while writing this: listen to Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood. Not that the lyrics fit with the fic, but I liked the feel of the song for this :)
Jeremy Adams was having a normal day. Everything was like it used to. He woke up the same time as usual, he wore the same type of clothes, he had the same thing for breakfast as he always did. His feet met with the same grounds as he walked to the same building as yesterday, school. Even though there was a comfort in it, Jeremy was looking forward to college; he was ready for something new.
So, naturally, he instantly looked up from his books when something was out of the ordinary happened — the door to the classroom opened in the middle of the first lesson. Two teenagers entered, a boy and a girl. And he had never seen them before.
authors note: this is my secondever imagine/one shot. i hope you enjoy it. i’m sorry if there are any misspelling, errors or such, means i’ve simply just missed it. feel free to give me any kind of feedback as i greatly do appreciate it. also, sorry it’s so long ??? i got a bit carried away.
Closing the door behind me, I took a few steps to sit down on the lid of the toilet. Elbows resting on my knees, head heavy in my hands. Taking a few deep breaths I did the best I could to calm myself down. Knowing now was the worst possible time to even so much as knock on the door of anxiety. The need to slap myself across the face rose. A somewhat desperate attempt to knock myself out of the negativity and get my shit together. I knew it was not going to be easy. Heck. Everyone here knew it.
“I’m just saying, most people have it figured out by 18.” He complained. Connor rolled his eyes but kept quiet. He’d had this argument too many times.
“Larry.” Cynthia tried to shush him to avoid a fight. “Let him be.”
“But Cynthia, he’s 18 already, he should have found his soulmate by now!” Larry continued on. “It’s just how it goes! I don’t understand why he has to be so different!”
That’s when Connor had enough.
“Unbelievable.” He muttered as he got up from the breakfast table. “Sorry to disappoint you, Larry, but this stupid thing isn’t exactly a map.” He half-yelled while pointing at his soulmate tattoo. “You got off easy! You guys have halves of the same picture! Zoe’s been dating for years because so many people have stars and she convinced herself they’re all the same, but now she figured out there’s a person who has the same styled stars she does! The font! The freaking font is the same! Good for her! But this?” Connor points to his arm again, “I’ve never seen this damn tree in my life, except on my arm. I’m not sure it even exists! Maybe it’s a fluke! Either way, I can’t change it, I was BORN with it! If anything, be mad at the universe. Just get off my back!”
Connor finally finished his rant, grabbed his jacket and walked out of the house. All of the things he told Larry, were all things he’d tried to explain to him before. He just wouldn’t get it.
The societal pressure to find your soulmate, the person to complete you and make you happy, was… A lot. And Larry was right, most people met their soulmates in their teenage years. Of course there were exceptions, so Connor being 18 and without a soulmate shouldn’t be the end of the world, but in Larry’s mind, like always, Connor not being exactly who he wanted him to be, was disappointing.
When Zoe found her soulmate, only 6 months ago, Larry was happy for her and then immediately questioned how come Connor, the older brother, hadn’t found his.
Connor kicked an empty beer can as he stomped towards his high school. He didn’t want to admit it to Larry, but the constant nagging got to him. He started getting nervous about his soulmate too. Maybe they didn’t exist? It would make sense. Connor’s soulmate tattoo was strange compared to most’s.
Most soulmate tattoos were either halves of the same picture, similar by design or soulmates would have a tattoo representing the other.
Connor’s tattoo was the most unreal looking tree he’d ever seen. The concept of a tree as a soulmate tattoo alone was quite unusual, and the tree on Connor’s arm was indeed strange. It looked almost cartoon like, with a too straight of a trunk and strange little twigs holding all the strange little leaves above the whole tree.
All his life, Connor would be on the look out for a tree like that, but he’d never seen one. He started to believe that this kind of tree didn’t exist and therefore his soulmate wouldn’t either.
Great. It was barely 8am and Connor was in a foul mood. Maybe being at school wasn’t such a good idea.
“Hey Murphy, looking murderous as usual!” Came an annoying voice somewhere in front of Connor in the hall. Kleinman…
“What the fuck do you want now, Kleinman?” Connor murmured a reply.
“Nothin’. Just making conversation.” Kleinman smirked back.
“Well go do it somewhere else.” Connor shot back. Kleinman got on his nerves and he seemed to enjoy it.
Kleinman lifted his arms in a defensive manner.
“Geez okay, no need to make me the first target of your school shooting!”
Connor saw red. He knew he wasn’t a nice guy, but fuck did Kleinman have the nerve to call him a-
“Jared, stop…” Came a quiet, frankly scared sounding voice.
Surprised, Connor lifted his head to see a nervous looking boy standing slightly behind Kleinman.
Hansen, was it?
“What? I’m just saying-”
“Fuck off, Kleinman. I mean it.” Connor spit out before he could stop himself. It had been a bad morning and it wouldn’t take much to get him angry enough for physical confrontation.
Kleinman rolled his eyes and then turned around to walk the hallway to the opposite direction. “That is why you shouldn’t do drugs, kids!” He screamed, pointing at Connor while he went.
“Fucking asshole…” Connor muttered under his breath to not particularly anyone.
Connor felt a presence and turned his head to see Hansen still standing there, a step closer to Connor than he was before, looking extremely nervous. That seems to be the kid’s branding.
“What are you looking at?” Connor asked, immediately regretting his angry tone. After all, the kid had defended him, if you could call it that.
“I- uh, I just-t wanted to ssay sorry.” Came the reply.
“Why?” Connor asked, genuinely confused.
“F-for Jared, I mean. He- he can be…” Hansen tried to explain but Connor cut in.
Hansen blushed. “I- well, uh, yeah, but see, he-he’s not t-terrible, he’s just…” Hansen struggled to find a word and then finally settled for: “Jared.”
Connor huffed out a small laugh. “Sure. Still, it’s not your problem, you don’t have to apologize for him.”
Hansen blushed again. Another thing he seemed to do quite a lot.
“I know, I just… It was, you know, un-uncalled for. So… Yeah.” He mumbled.
“Well, it’s all cool, dude.” Connor replied, trying to reassure the visibly nervous boy.
Hansen seemed pleased by this. “Okay. Well. C-cool?” He replied, turning away from Connor, but he seemed hesitant. After a few seconds he turned around to face Connor again.
“B-by the way, I uh, I like your tattoo.” He finally said.
That made Connor freeze in his spot. He glanced at his arm, where the tattoo on his forearm was visible, since he had his sleeve rolled up.
“You… You do?” He asked, completely unsure how to react.
“Yeah.” Hansen said, now seeming a bit more confident in his speech. “Dragon’s blood tree is one of my favorites.”
Connor felt like he couldn’t breathe. “The what?”
Hansen took a step closer to Connor and pointed at his tattoo. “Dragon’s blood tree? Dracena Cinnibaris. It’s one of my favorite species. It naturally only exists in one place on the earth. Some say it looks alien, like it doesn’t belong on earth, but I… I really like it.” He explained with weird passion in his voice.
Connor couldn’t find words. Never had anyone commented on his tattoo, other than to ask what the hell it was. This Hansen kid actually knew what it was and it meant something to him and it seemed like his love for the tree wasn’t very trivial either. Wait… It meant something to him…
“Well, anyway… I should- I should get to class. So, uh, bye.” Hansen mumbled before finally walking away. All Connor could do was stare at his blue shirt disappearing into the crowded hallway.
The bell rang. Connor still didn’t move.
Finally, as the reality of what just happened dawned on him, he found his words again.
“Holy fucking hell.”
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Characters: Sam, Little sister!reader, Dean, Jess, John [mentioned]
A/N: So I started writing this today, without any idea in mind at all, because I completely forgot it was May 2nd today (yes it’s been a lot lately haha. In my head it’s like a month left to May, but apparently not). I just finished writing this and it’s getting kinda late, so I apologize if there’s any errors and stuff. Also, the first two parts are flashbacks, kind of. Hopefully it’ll make sense.
You love birthdays. Always had, ever since you were a kid. And although it was fun to have your own birthday, you mostly meant other people’s birthdays. You just loved seeing smiles on their faces as you tried your best to make their special day, just that, special. It surely was something magical about that.
”(Y/N)?” Dean whispered, as his hands gently shook your narrow shoulders to awake you.
You tiredly rubbed your eyes with your fists, blinking hard to regain your vision, wanting to return to the dreamland with blue skies, funny-shaped cotton candy-like clouds and all kinds of pretty, colorful animals including unicorns with rainbow mane and tails.
”Come on,” Dean whispered again, helping you sit up in the bed. ”We gotta surprise Sammy!”
You remembered, and instantly you were wide awake and alert. Sammy’s birthday.