Spending the night watching my favorite Supernatural episodes. Monster Movie, Yellow Fever, Ghostfacers, French Mistake... the funny ones get me every time. Especially since I have to go into work on a Sunday tomorrow. UGH. Need some funny tonight.

So it's been a LONG TIME, Livejournal.

Apologies, anyone who's still following me. It's been over five years since I've checked in and that's on me. SORRY!

So with tumblr being on some stupid "no NSFW" kick, I'm going to start checking in here more often. So if you followed me on tumblr, you can follow me here. I'll still be over there, but I'll be here too.

New fic and apology.

Apology first: I don't post much (obviously) but I'm here everyday. Lurking in the shadows. Reading fics. So sorry if any of you feel like I've abandoned you. I just don't have much to say. *shrug* Not sure if I mentioned this before, but I've got a tumblr ( I'm there pretty much every night. Because I have no social life. lol

Anyway, I just wrote this little blurb while bored at work. Thought I'd share it with anyone who was still friends with me on here. Since I never post, I'm not sure if any of you are still here. lol Ok. Here you go. My second ever fic:

Warnings: Drunk!Dean
Pairing: None
Characters: Dean, Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 359
Summary: Dean is drunk and wants a taco.

That bottle on the table was full before. So was the one in his hand. Dean’s sure of it. But now he looks down at the bottle in his hand and sees that it’s 3/4 empty and the one on the table is 4/4 empty. “Hm…Cas…Y’shd be hr. I’s awsme. Thr’s a moose picshur on tha wall…rmnds me of Smmy…Cas? Where’r you? M bored…need to… I need to…taco. I cld use a taco. Whammy me up a taco, Cas. Cn’t drive…no drivn…c’mon…whammy me a taco, Cas…”

“I will not ‘whammy you a taco,’ Dean.” Dean feels the slight breeze that accompanies Castiel’s arrival like it’s a hurricane and nearly falls off the bed.

“Cas! There y’are. Wher’ve you been? I’m bored wi’out Sammy here and you weren’t here and no one was here…no one’s ever here… I don like bein alon- bored, Cas. I’s boring and I don like it.”

Cas could almost see Dean’s pout if it wasn’t obscured by the bottle he’s drinking from. Dean is drunk; Castiel knows this like he knows how to fly. He reaches over and carefully takes the bottle from Dean’s hand. “You have had enough to drink.”


“No. You will only regurgitate it in the morning.”

“Nah. Won do that, Cas. I cn hold my liquor…Almst two btls down and ‘m not even drunk. Know why?”

Cas just sighs. “No, Dean. Why?”

“I’s cause I’m awwwsome…Right, Cas? You think I’m awsome…right?”

Cas can hear the undertone of pleading in Dean’s voice and can only feel sadness. It isn’t right for one man to be so sad and alone in the world with no one to turn to. Cas goes to the bed and sits down next to Dean. “Yes. You are awesome.”

Dean leans, or more accurately falls, onto Cas’s shoulder. “Yeah. Tha’s me. Mr. Awesome.” Dean belches. “Mmm…Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?”

“If you won’t whammy me a taco, cn you aleast stop the room spinnin? ‘S makin me feel nah so good…” And with that, Dean Winchester, aka Mr. Awesome, falls backwards and passes out.

And Castiel, Angel of the Lord, takes off his shoes and puts him to sleep.

I've been absent. Yikes.

Guess I just haven't had much to say.  I'm working on another fic, but it's not going too well.  I have an idea, but each version I spit out just isn't good enough.  One of these days I'll get it right and post it.  It's been two months though and I'm starting to think I'll never get it right.  lol  Anyway, hope you all are doing well. 

BTW, I've discoverd the time sucking beauty of tumblr.  If you're on, follow me: .  It's nothing but Supernatural.  'Cause I'm not obsessed or anything.

A brief Dean fic

This is the first fanfic I've ever done.  It was written this morning and to be honest, I'm a bit scared to share it.  It's based off a dream I had last night of my mom.  I substituted myself with Dean because I couldn't believe how well it worked.  Also it's 567 words and that's cool, right?

Anyway, since this is my very first fic, any comments or criticisms are most welcomed.  This is the first place I've posted it, so if it's crap, please tell me so I don't go posting it other places and making a fool of myself.  lol  It's angsty!Dean, btw.

Mother Mary Comes To Me

Word Count: 567

AN: This fic could be teen!chesters or any point up to Season 3.  It's just Dean so wherever you want to set this is up to you, O Mighty Reader.  This is my first fic, so comments and criticism are greatly appreciated.  Thanks!


Dean knew he was dreaming. It was the only explanation for where he was: lying on his bed in the only true home he'd ever known. He closed his eyes and just breathed in the scents and sounds of Lawrence, Kansas. Something in the back of his Dean's mind said this should be making him sad, but he was finding it just the opposite. He felt at peace for the first time in years.

He stayed like that for a long time.

It was the familiar squeak of the door that broke him out of his daze. He hadn't heard it since he was four, but he'd know that sound anywhere. Dean almost opened his eyes. Almost. But he'd been waiting for the dream to turn into a nightmare since he'd found himself on his old bed. If he kept his eyes closed, he couldn't see the ugliness waiting just outside the door. Dean knew this was irrational. It was a four year old's hope: If you can't see it, it can't see you.

So Dean kept his eyes closed and waited for the nightmare to start. Only it didn't.

I can tell you're not asleep, sweetheart. You've got to sleep when it's nap time.”

Dean couldn't believe his ears. This voice wasn't evil, wasn't a nightmare. It was his mother. He hadn't dreamt about her in years and for a brief moment he wondered why he was dreaming of her now. The moment passed when Dean realized that he didn't care. For now he was going to stay in this dream as long as his mind would let him.

He heard her light footsteps as she walked over to his bed and sat on the edge. Dean wanted so badly to turn over and see her. Every fiber of his being wanted to look up and see her face. To see her look at him. To see her smile.

But something told him to stay still; that the dream would shatter if he even moved an inch. So Dean stayed still.

He felt his mother shift a little on the bed and then he felt her fingers running through is hair, just at his temple. She was making little circles softly against his skin and humming “Hey, Jude” right above him.

Dean broke. Every wall he had fell. He could feel the tears coming and didn't stop them. He laid on the bed with his mother singing and running her fingers through his hair and he cried. Not loudly. Not hard. He just let the tears fall softly.

After a few moments, the dream began to fade. He first noticed when his mother's humming became more faint. Then the fingers in his hair lost their touch. Finally, the weight at his side lessened and then disappeared altogether. His eyes finally opened. Dean began to roll over even if it was just to see an empty room, but a touch on his arm stopped him.

Sleep now, Dean.” A light squeeze on his shoulder. The brush of lips on the top of his head. And she was gone. He knew without looking that his mother had left him. He lingered in sleep a few moments more and then woke.

Dean opened his eyes to a water damaged ceiling and knew he was back to reality. He could still feel the tears on his face.


So?  What do you guys think?  *waits nervously*

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Assbutt # 2

Misha's Tweets as pdf

So a wonderful person (can't remember their LJ name) put this together :

It's a pdf file of all Misha's tweets and pics up to the 14th of September where two funny lookin' dudes were following him into the bathroom.  Download and be at peace, my friends.

Oh yeah.  Almost forgot.  Only 7 days left.  One week.  HUZZAH.

Keep on rockin' in the free world.

EDIT: The credit goes to .  A person of supreme awesomeness.
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No Clue What's Going On

Right.  Just joined and I don't know what's going on or what to do.  Not even sure what to do with this actually, but I was told at a Star Trek con in Riverside, IA that I should get me one of these here LJ accounts.  Girl was shocked I didn't have one.  So now I do.  Because a girl wearing Vulcan ears told me to.  Not sure what that says about my life...

I have a feeling I'll just use it to increase my already rabid SPN fandom.

If anyone wants to tell me what the heck to do now, I'd be much obliged.

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