WonderI often wonder,if you think of me,when night descends upon the world,and the owls come out to play.I often wonder,if you remember,all the things we did together,and all the promises we made.I often wonder,if you regret,ever having known me,and curse my existence.I often wonder,if you ever think of me,in the wee hours of the morning,and wonder if I’m thinking of you.I often wonder,if you ever recall,all of our broken promises,and shattered wishes.I often wonder,if you cry,in the dead of night, when no one can hear you,and whisper my name in tear jerked prayers.I often wonder,if you ever look at the stars,a
Tri-Colored Cats Are Lucky, DeanLips smashing against lips, bodies being pressed close together, hands tangled in hair and tugging at shirt hems and jean buttons and zippers. Moans of pleasure escaping past thin lips while chapped ones possessively growl, “Mine,” into the night and pull him impossibly closer to grind and rub against him. They’re pulling at each other’s clothes, whispered words of love and growls of possession mixing and mingling in the air between, and they’re almost to the door when they hear it; a soft, plaintive mewling coming from a box about nine feet away.“What was that?” He abruptly pulls away, leaving his
In The SummertimeSummer. The time of shorts, bikinis, water, fun in the sun, and explaining to Castiel why he needed to remove his beloved trench coat.Dean sighed as he tried, for roughly the hundredth time, to explain to Castiel that they were at the beach, and people did not wear trench coats and suits to the beach. Every time that he would try to remove the trench coat from his shoulders, Castiel would step away from him and ask him why he was undressing him in public. “I thought that my naked body was for only your eyes to see, Dean.” He would say in confusion; and Dean would blush and grit his teeth, not daring to look behind him at Sam, wh
Remembering [Part Four]The storm had started before he even stepped off the bus and the town that the bus dropped him off in was relatively small, with a single gas station, a hotel, an antique store and a restaurant. He would have gone to the hotel, but the sign said there were no vacancies. With nowhere to go, and rain coming down hard, Castiel looked at every building, noting with dismay that everything was closed and all of the lights were off. Except for one place.Lightning flashed and great black wings and the words The Angel seared themselves into his brain, and he felt drawn in. The single light shining through the windows drew him in like a beacon, and h
Remembering [Part Three]Three long months of setting bones, slow healing, and rehabilitation later and Castiel was reintroduced to the big wide world, determined to find a way to remember everything that he’s forgotten. Armed with things he’d learned of the world while in rehabilitation and enough money for a bus and a meal, he set out to find the one person he felt could help him recover his memory, Dean.Three months ago, The Angel was just a concept in Dean’s head and a decrepit building that he was able to purchase at a remarkably cheap price. And now, all these months later, it was a bustling, thriving business. The walls were new and floors
Remembering [Part Two]Early morning light trickles through windows that have seen better times, slowly filling up a large room filled with dusty chairs and tables. A painted sign above an old cash register leans heavily to the right, looking like it will fall at any given moment. Headlights filter through the windows and glance across the walls, revealing chipped paint and dusty floors. Car doors open, and slam shut as two people walk up to the door, one speaking in very excited tones and the other smiling fondly and occasionally throwing in a comment.“I mean, it’s a bit of a fixer upper, but I really think this could work!” The man was tall, t
Remembering [Part One]Screams. Fear. A drill aimed at his face, and no visible way to get away from it. He’s trying to find a way out, trying to get away when a panicked, concerned voice enters his consciousness. Someone grips him by his shoulders and gently shakes him, questions and demands falling from their lips. He struggles weakly, attempting to open his eyes and look at the person assaulting him.“Sir! Please stop struggling! I’m trying to help you! Are you alright?” The words finally reach his ears and he stills, letting them swim around in his brain and calm his frazzled nerves. He swallows, shaking his head, not sure yet if he&rsq
Just Another DayValerie sighed as she looked around her mistress's bedroom. One would expect a noble born lady to have a neat and tidy room, with everything in its rightful place. Of course, one would quickly throw that notion out upon meeting the Lady Portia Kaida Dmitri, daughter of Lord Nikolas Dmitri and Lady Rhaison Dmitri and seeing how much of a mess her room was. Rolling her eyes and pushing her sleeves up, Valerie slowly walked around the room, picking up clothes and straightening leaning towers of books as she went.All day she went around Portia's room, picking things up, putting things away and straightening things up in general. She had only ba
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