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In My Dreams (2)

Word Count: 250 words

(Part 1)

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That name… it wasn’t all too rare. Perhaps it was the man in your dream’s last name.

No, it couldn’t be. That wouldn’t aid him. Winchester must be someone you can pinpoint to help.

But where would you even start?

If your hunches were right about his… supernatural-ness, then you had to talk to a professional.

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“Hello? Bobby?” You wait patiently for the old man to answer. There’s a short silence before another man responds.

“Who’s this?”

His voice is deep, rough, and definitely not Bobby’s. You hadn’t talked to the old hunter in years.

“Where’s Bobby? I need to talk to him.”

Another silent moment.

The man on the other end cleared his throat.

“Bobby’s dead. This is Dean Winchester. Now who is this?”

Bobby was dead? And… Winchester? It couldn’t possibly be.

“This is Y/n L/n. I-I’m sorry about Bobby, but you’re just the person I’m looking for. And I could really use your help.”

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You’d coversed enough with Dean to know that he and his brother were friends of Bobby, hunters from Kansas, where you were fortunately located. You set up a time to meet them in a diner about an hour or two out from your house.

Things like what you wanted to discuss couldn’t just be handled over the phone.

You packed a bag with essential items: clothes, toiletries, a gun with wardings on the bullets…

One could never be too careful in dealing with hunters. Especially ones who were close with Bobby.

Guarded by Demons

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margarittet:

So, this girl really caught my attention, and not only because she really is super cute, and she reads supernatural porn in public (which I can greatly identify with).

Everything about her screams GABRIEL.

Can we for a second rewind to episode 5×19, “Hammer of the Gods”? Yes, it’s the episode where we see Gabriel officially alive for the last time, after he decides to do the right thing (after talking briefly to Dean), and help the Winchesters against Lucifer. It’s also a Dabb’s episode where our boys get his additional help from beyond the grave via Casa Erotica 13 DVD re: how to open the “door” to hell and trap Lucifer in the cage (shockingly enough, they need to collect four items to open the portal – at least this time around it’s different items, heh). Lucifer, Michael, apocalypse, same old, same old.

So, why do I think this girl here is a Gabriel’s messenger, or at least a hint he is on his way?

Well, it’s a lot of small things.

– She looks like both girls from CE 13 & 14 combined with Dean’s perfect fantasy woman (an Asian beauty just chilling, reading, and rocking the sexy nerd look)(seriously, if we didn’t know this was real life, this might as well have been the start of “Casa Erotica 16 – Coffee Shop AU” for Dean);

– the demon on the cover looks like he/she is doing a MCU Loki cosplay, horns and all;

– the book is written by “Alexander Jorgensen” (a Scandinavian name, so another nod to the Nordic regions)(for some reason the guy looks like he died a hundred years ago, and probably is not the first person who comes to mind when you think “an author of supernatural erotica”, but I’ll let this one slide); 

– the book is called “Guarded by Demons” which, well, is the exact state Gabriel is in at the moment – as we already know he is sitting in a cell, guarded by demons;

– there is also a crow in the decor behind Dean – the bird that traditionally is connected to tricksters in many cultures (and also to Scandinavian mythology in general);

We’ll see if it’s just a stylish way of reminding us about our favourite archangel/trickster, or this girl will have a bigger role to play, but as always, I appreciate the amount of details put everywhere in the show.

And now I really am curious what the book she was reading was actually about. 😉

This is it, we have officially lost our minds wairing for him to make another appereance

@cw just put him in an episode already

LIVING FOR THE CONSPIRACY THEORIES

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In My Dreams (1)

My life was the definition of normal. Same weekly routine, over and over again. But it was all torn apart by one man in my dreams. Of course, the supernatural never deterred me before this, so what could go wrong?

Word Count: 438 words

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OMG. Please tell me there’s going to be more…..pleeeease……. I have to know….

Yesssss! It gets better :)))

In My Dreams (1)

My life was the definition of normal. Same weekly routine, over and over again. But it was all torn apart by one man in my dreams. Of course, the supernatural never deterred me before this, so what could go wrong?

Word Count: 438 words

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Silence fell over the parking lot. Only the repetitive sounds of your footsteps on the damp ground could be heard. The scent of freshly poured rain filled your nose and made each breath of yours shakier.

You saw it; you saw him.

Light from a street lamp shone down, casting a golden, angelic glow around his form.

It was the same every night. The caramel haired man with a green jacket and jeans always stood there. He would remain motionless, staring off into space until his eyes locked onto you. In a moment, he would appear in front of you. He grabbed your arm firmly, sending a dead shiver down your spine. The iciness of his touch was alarming. Almost like that of a deceased corpse.

His mouth opened to speak words, but nothing came out. His eyes were wide, his mouth moved quickly; he seemed desperate.

“Do you need help?”

Of course he needed help; he always did. The attachment you felt with this man was great, but before the dreams, you had never seen him before.

He nodded fervently. His hand left your arm and he began pointing to the ground. Clues like this had never helped before but you needed to help him.

“The pavement?”

No, he shook his head.

“Under the pavement?”

Closer.

“Are you a ghost?”

You had never felt fear around him, as it was only a dream, and you never felt the need to. Even you knew that dreams weren’t as safe as they seemed, yet you trusted him.

The man shook his head, though you knew he wasn’t exactly human. You could tell when things were… supernatural.

He seemed like a powerful person, but broken down to nothing. And you were a simple girl, dreaming of a man you’d never met before like a crazy person.

“I’m sorry, I want to help.”

He understood, as always. One-way communication was too difficult to master in the short time you two had been meeting. It was roughly around a month ago that this started happening.

You felt the parking lot around you start to fade into a bright white light, and you knew it was time to wake up.

“I’ll be back. I promise, I’ll help you as best as I can.”

You felt reality tear you away. Suddenly, with a burst of energy, the man grabbed your hand and it began to burn. His eyes, filled with sorrow, were seared into your head as you woke up.

The pain in your palm wasn’t just in the dream. Your eyes darted to the flesh that now stung with bright-red carved words.

Winchester.

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