Lol….
That's kinda what I thought at first…

one time i wrote the worst story about the sun, moon, and stars. The stars talked all day and night so the sun and moon fuckin MURDERED them and hid them in the clouds so they would shut up. I’d show you the whole thing but there’s a passwords on the document

…. That sounds intriguing af….

I can not believe I posted that to the internet

Me neither…. I'm always usually super secretive about what I write… And never share it even with my closest friends…

I’ll post a fanfiction that I wrote when I was 11

Me neither… I'm always usually super secretive about what I write… And never share it even with my closest friends…

The story I'm writing now is supposed to be my best friend's story too, but I don't think I've told her any details about it in a year or so, I actually brought something up about it the other day and I realized she still thought Mika was a cat

!WARNING! Heavy Language

FAN SPN

!Warning: Major spoilers for seasons 1-10!

Chapter 1

What a wonderful fucking day.

I had just finished re-watching season 10 of Supernatural and was a complete mess. Two now empty ice-cream cartons were on the floor, my hair was a complete mess due to me scratching my scalp furiously when the scenes got stressful. “Welp, another season done,” I said to myself, my voice cracking as I smiled through my tears as if my favorite character hadn’t just died. “Time for a snack break!”

I got up from the couch, letting my blanket fall to the ground. As I entered the kitchen, I took a glance at the clock. “4am?!” I exclaimed. “Thank god for winter break!” I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Shit.” I muttered.

“Go the hell to sleep!” My mum yelled. “That show is having mental effects on you! It can't be good for your health!”

I headed up the stairs after my mum, changed into my SPN pajamas and laid down in bed. I laid there for an hour. I finally drifted off around 5am.

I woke up as I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I glanced over at my bedside clock. 5:18 am. “For fucks sake.” I muttered. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I assume it was my mum until I noticed something. There were multiple sets of footsteps. I grabbed my knife that I sleep with and my phone and hid in my closet.

I heard my bedroom door swing open and multiple people enter. I could barely breathe. I heard a voice say, “She’s not here boss.” Fuck. Were they talking about me? What the hell would anyone want with me?

“Well she must be here somewhere, we have the doors guarded. Find her.” I could hear them opening my cupboards and slightly opened the door to peek out. Oh my god. Some of them have black eyes. There were about five of them. I think I could make it to the door.

I threw open the door and sprinted as fast as I could and somehow made it out of my bedroom. Now for the hard part. I grabbed a flask of holy water I have on a bookshelf and unscrewed the cap. I ran to the front door and splashed it on the two guards and opened the door as they recoiled in pain.

I ran through the snow and to the mall, (which was only a fifteen minute walk away) I don’t know any hunters. The safest I would be is around other people who know about Supernatural.

I entered the mall quickly, I ran down the corridors which I had memorized. I saw Hot Topic in the distance and ran faster. I was almost there! Suddenly, I ran into a man who grabbed my shoulders tightly. “Now now, we can't have you alerting the wanna-be hunters can we?” I looked around, we were no longer in the mall. One of the demons placed a rag over the lower half of my face and held it there. Soon everything faded into black.

I woke up tied to a chair. “Shit” I thought. The demon who has taken me from the mall walked in. He flipped an angel blade on his fingertips like it was a baton. He crouched down to look me in the eyes.

“Here’s how this is gonna go,” he said with a smirk. “You’re gonna tell me everything you know about the Winchesters and maybe I will kill you quickly.” I started tearing up.

“Never, you huge fucking asshole.” He snarled and stabbed me in my shoulder before walking into the other room to talk to someone.

“Well shit.” I thought. “Wait. If the Winchesters are real maybe Castiel is real. Welp, I got nothing to lose.” I thought before I closed my eyes. “Hey Cas? I’m kinda being tortured by demons for information about the Winchesters. If you could help that’d be stellar.” The demon came back in to the room and smirked. I squirmed in my chair as he walked up to me.

He dragged the blade across my stomach and I yelped. “So, where are the Winchesters?” He asked.

“Go back to hell you dick.” I muttered right before he punched me square in the face. “Heh, you must be really fucking desperate to be kidnapping fucking 12 year olds who’ve never even met the Winchesters.” I chuckled. “Cas, please hurry.”

The demon punched me in the face a couple more times, my nose was definitely broken at this point. He went to take another swing when I saw the tip of a blade stick out of his chest before he was pushed to the side. I looked up and saw Castiel standing there with a bloody angel blade in his hand. He quickly cut the ropes that bound my hands and feet. I thanked him as he helped me up. I saw my phone and knife sitting on a counter across the room and grabbed them. Cas was looking around the house a bit for something as I opened the door to leave. Someone was standing there. “Hey kid.” He said as his eyes turned black.

I slammed the door in his face and ran to find Cas. I entered the room Cas was in as the door literally flew off its hinges. Castiel looked up and gripped his angel blade. He grabbed my shoulder and with a flap of wings, we were in front of my house. Castiel narrowed his eyes and started walking into my house. As I followed him I could smell sulfur. Not fucking surprising.

We walked into the living room and I gasped and started to tear up as I saw my mother with a slit throat. Cas quickly covered my eyes and hurried me upstairs. He told me to pack a bag with anything I deemed necessary. I packed my headphones, my phone charger, my colored pencils, my sketch pad, my stuffed moose, my plaid shirts, my SPN shirts and pjs, and like two pairs of pants. I zipped up my bag and walked out the door.

Chapter 2

“Hi.” I said awkwardly.
“So where’re we going?” I asked Cas.

“Demons seem to be tracking you so I’m taking you to the bunker.” Cas replied. He placed his hand on my shoulder and we suddenly were in the bunker.

“Cas?” A familiar voice says. I turn around and see Kevin. I start tearing up. “Who’s the kid?” Kevin asks.

“Welp, imma go and cry myself to sleep.” I said before walking up the stairs and finding a unused bedroom. I lay down on the bed, bury my face in the pillow and scream very quietly because I’m in the fucking Winchester’s bunker.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Cas say from the doorway.

“Nothing, it’s just that, Kevin’s alive.” I replied.

Cas cocked his head to the side. “Does he die?” Cas asked.

“Well everyone dies.” I responded. Cas nodded and left, closing the door. I pulled out my stuffed moose from my bag and fell asleep squeezing it.

I woke up about eleven hours later to a loud creaking sound coming from outside of my room. “Nope.” I whispered as I went back to sleep.

A couple hours later, I heard the door to the bedroom creak open. “RAAAAHHHHH!” I screamed as I pull out my pocket knife and looked over to see Sam standing at the door. “Oh, hi.”

“Hey.” He said.

“Welp, imma go back to sleep because this is awkward.” I said.

“Okay.” He said before leaving.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Pinterest for two and half hours before I hear a familiar British accent say “Hello love.” I screamed and ran out of the room into the hallway. “Darling, there’s no need to be afraid.”

“FUCK OFF FERGUS!” I shouted, throwing a book at him. I heard footsteps running at full speed down the hallway, then I saw Sam and Dean round the corner. Crowley teleported in front of me and I threw another book at him.

“Where the bloody hell are you getting all these books from?” He exclaimed.

“I HAVE ENDLESS BOOKS BITCH!” I shouted before he teleported away and left Sam and Dean staring at me.

!WARNING! Heavy Language

FAN SPN

!Warning: Major spoilers for seasons 1-10!

Chapter 1

What a wonderful fucking day.

I had just finished re-watching season 10 of Supernatural and was a complete mess. Two now empty ice-cream cartons were on the floor, my hair was a complete mess due to me scratching my scalp furiously when the scenes got stressful. “Welp, another season done,” I said to myself, my voice cracking as I smiled through my tears as if my favorite character hadn’t just died. “Time for a snack break!”

I got up from the couch, letting my blanket fall to the ground. As I entered the kitchen, I took a glance at the clock. “4am?!” I exclaimed. “Thank god for winter break!” I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Shit.” I muttered.

“Go the hell to sleep!” My mum yelled. “That show is having mental effects on you! It can't be good for your health!”

I headed up the stairs after my mum, changed into my SPN pajamas and laid down in bed. I laid there for an hour. I finally drifted off around 5am.

I woke up as I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I glanced over at my bedside clock. 5:18 am. “For fucks sake.” I muttered. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I assume it was my mum until I noticed something. There were multiple sets of footsteps. I grabbed my knife that I sleep with and my phone and hid in my closet.

I heard my bedroom door swing open and multiple people enter. I could barely breathe. I heard a voice say, “She’s not here boss.” Fuck. Were they talking about me? What the hell would anyone want with me?

“Well she must be here somewhere, we have the doors guarded. Find her.” I could hear them opening my cupboards and slightly opened the door to peek out. Oh my god. Some of them have black eyes. There were about five of them. I think I could make it to the door.

I threw open the door and sprinted as fast as I could and somehow made it out of my bedroom. Now for the hard part. I grabbed a flask of holy water I have on a bookshelf and unscrewed the cap. I ran to the front door and splashed it on the two guards and opened the door as they recoiled in pain.

I ran through the snow and to the mall, (which was only a fifteen minute walk away) I don’t know any hunters. The safest I would be is around other people who know about Supernatural.

I entered the mall quickly, I ran down the corridors which I had memorized. I saw Hot Topic in the distance and ran faster. I was almost there! Suddenly, I ran into a man who grabbed my shoulders tightly. “Now now, we can't have you alerting the wanna-be hunters can we?” I looked around, we were no longer in the mall. One of the demons placed a rag over the lower half of my face and held it there. Soon everything faded into black.

I woke up tied to a chair. “Shit” I thought. The demon who has taken me from the mall walked in. He flipped an angel blade on his fingertips like it was a baton. He crouched down to look me in the eyes.

“Here’s how this is gonna go,” he said with a smirk. “You’re gonna tell me everything you know about the Winchesters and maybe I will kill you quickly.” I started tearing up.

“Never, you huge fucking asshole.” He snarled and stabbed me in my shoulder before walking into the other room to talk to someone.

“Well shit.” I thought. “Wait. If the Winchesters are real maybe Castiel is real. Welp, I got nothing to lose.” I thought before I closed my eyes. “Hey Cas? I’m kinda being tortured by demons for information about the Winchesters. If you could help that’d be stellar.” The demon came back in to the room and smirked. I squirmed in my chair as he walked up to me.

He dragged the blade across my stomach and I yelped. “So, where are the Winchesters?” He asked.

“Go back to hell you dick.” I muttered right before he punched me square in the face. “Heh, you must be really fucking desperate to be kidnapping fucking 12 year olds who’ve never even met the Winchesters.” I chuckled. “Cas, please hurry.”

The demon punched me in the face a couple more times, my nose was definitely broken at this point. He went to take another swing when I saw the tip of a blade stick out of his chest before he was pushed to the side. I looked up and saw Castiel standing there with a bloody angel blade in his hand. He quickly cut the ropes that bound my hands and feet. I thanked him as he helped me up. I saw my phone and knife sitting on a counter across the room and grabbed them. Cas was looking around the house a bit for something as I opened the door to leave. Someone was standing there. “Hey kid.” He said as his eyes turned black.

I slammed the door in his face and ran to find Cas. I entered the room Cas was in as the door literally flew off its hinges. Castiel looked up and gripped his angel blade. He grabbed my shoulder and with a flap of wings, we were in front of my house. Castiel narrowed his eyes and started walking into my house. As I followed him I could smell sulfur. Not fucking surprising.

We walked into the living room and I gasped and started to tear up as I saw my mother with a slit throat. Cas quickly covered my eyes and hurried me upstairs. He told me to pack a bag with anything I deemed necessary. I packed my headphones, my phone charger, my colored pencils, my sketch pad, my stuffed moose, my plaid shirts, my SPN shirts and pjs, and like two pairs of pants. I zipped up my bag and walked out the door.

Chapter 2

“Hi.” I said awkwardly.
“So where’re we going?” I asked Cas.

“Demons seem to be tracking you so I’m taking you to the bunker.” Cas replied. He placed his hand on my shoulder and we suddenly were in the bunker.

“Cas?” A familiar voice says. I turn around and see Kevin. I start tearing up. “Who’s the kid?” Kevin asks.

“Welp, imma go and cry myself to sleep.” I said before walking up the stairs and finding a unused bedroom. I lay down on the bed, bury my face in the pillow and scream very quietly because I’m in the fucking Winchester’s bunker.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Cas say from the doorway.

“Nothing, it’s just that, Kevin’s alive.” I replied.

Cas cocked his head to the side. “Does he die?” Cas asked.

“Well everyone dies.” I responded. Cas nodded and left, closing the door. I pulled out my stuffed moose from my bag and fell asleep squeezing it.

I woke up about eleven hours later to a loud creaking sound coming from outside of my room. “Nope.” I whispered as I went back to sleep.

A couple hours later, I heard the door to the bedroom creak open. “RAAAAHHHHH!” I screamed as I pull out my pocket knife and looked over to see Sam standing at the door. “Oh, hi.”

“Hey.” He said.

“Welp, imma go back to sleep because this is awkward.” I said.

“Okay.” He said before leaving.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Pinterest for two and half hours before I hear a familiar British accent say “Hello love.” I screamed and ran out of the room into the hallway. “Darling, there’s no need to be afraid.”

“FUCK OFF FERGUS!” I shouted, throwing a book at him. I heard footsteps running at full speed down the hallway, then I saw Sam and Dean round the corner. Crowley teleported in front of me and I threw another book at him.

“Where the bloody hell are you getting all these books from?” He exclaimed.

“I HAVE ENDLESS BOOKS BITCH!” I shouted before he teleported away and left Sam and Dean staring at me.

It’s not finished yet

It’s also on WattPad

Dnahgc.
That's lotta stuffs.
Mine has quite some darkness and sroocfa in it… So… I mean not that I'm not gonna post it because of that ….

Mines gonna get dark

Hm.
Intewesting….

Ok, let’s get the conversation back to art- My computer cord is broken so I can’t finish my digital stuff and kinda want to paint something with my watercolors, but I have no clue what to paint. Any ideas?

Cat.

A smol bean

Nyarp.
My sea lizarb. :}

Nice

Yosh…

I attempted a cat, unfortunately my baby sister’s existence got in the way and so I wasn’t able to finish it.

Maybe I’ll get to it tomorrow after school

Yup… I could get back into drawing more often…

I attempted a cat, unfortunately my baby sister’s existence got in the way and so I wasn’t able to finish it.

That is a huge mood

Huge

Mood.

Yep