LOOKING FOR PEOPLE TO FOLLOW

I just unfollwed about 30 inactive blogs and now I have almost none left :( It’s literally gotten to the point where I refresh tumblr and after scrolling for a while, I end up where I left it last night! PLEASE reblog this (or message me! Messages are always nice :) )if you blog about:

- Once Upon A Time

- Marvel (anything Marvel tbh)

-SHERLOCK

- books (I’m a huge nerd)

- Maybe a bit of Supernatural, so that if I’m going to watch it again (I watched it up to season 10) I won’t have to follow everyone again

- idk????? I have no fandoms left I am very sad

- writer of fanfics from above fandoms 

- rock or metal music blogs are rlly nice too altho I’m not sure those even exist (they probably do, I mean this is still tumblr eh)

- I’m just looking for friends honestly

ALSO, I myself kind of write about Captain Swan, Destiel and a small bit of Sabriel sometimes. 

Road to acceptance

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester/Castiel

Warnings: None

Words: 2.1k

Summary: Based on this tweet.  Sometimes, witches are even nastier than you'd think, especially when they turn your best friend into a cat without telling how to get him back to normal.

[Ao3 link]

"Really?” Dean said. He was angry. “did she really have to do that?”

Dean looked down again, just to be sure, but he was still there. A fuzzy black cat with piercing blue eyes. But not just a cat. Cas.

“Meow,” Cas said from his place in Dean’s arms.

While Sam killed the witch, Dean just sighed and walked outside. What the hell were they going to do now? Cas had been turned into a cat for God’s sake! He sighed again and went to wait in the car for Sam.

When Sam arrived, he nodded to Dean’s unsaid question and they drove off. They had almost forgotten about Cas till he suddenly meowed loudly, almost causing them to crash. “What the hell?” Dean half-yelled, clearly angry about Cas’ outburst.

“Maybe he’s scared?” Sam suggested.

Dean frowned. “He’s been in this car for so long, never had a problem.”

“But now, he’s a cat. A tiny creature in a huge car, on a huge road. You know, cats-” he got interrupted by Dean.

“Just make him stop, I’m getting a headache,” he mumbled, so Sam tried picking up Cas. As soon as Cas was in his arms, he started purring and nestled his head against Sam’s chest. Dean raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. He was all too happy Cas had stopped meowing.

During the drive back, they didn’t say much so Dean had put on some music, not minding Sam, who was busy petting Cas. It was weird, seeing him do that, knowing it was Cas, knowing he’d remember this all when he- “Sam!”

This time, Sam was the one who almost hit his head on the ceiling, looking terrorized. “Jesus, Dean, calm down!”

But Dean didn’t have time to calm down. “Sam, how are we gonna turn him back, if he even ever turns back?”

Now it seemed to hit Sam. The cat in his arms used to be an angel. And now that he was a cat, they assumed he didn’t have any powers to turn himself back. “The witch refused to tell me anything,” Sam said. “Let’s just… get him some supplies for now. Maybe tomorrow it’s over.”

Bar meetings

Fandom: Supernatural, Sherlock BBC

Pairing(s): None

Warnings: None

Words: 736

Summary:  Cas is not enjoying himself in the bar Dean and Sam brought him with. But when he meets someone with the same view on humanity as Cas, he finds himself having a rather interesting conversation.

[Ao3 link]

"My apologies," Castiel said politely as he bumped into someone while the crowd in the bar jumped.

Sam and Dean thought it would be a great idea to take Castiel with them to a bar. It was one of the worst ideas they've ever had.

"Hm," hummed the man he had bumped into. "Accepted. You're not quite enjoying this are you?"

Castiel sighed. Humans and their abilities to read emotions.

"Not at all," he replied.

"Fancy a drink? I will pay." The man offered.

Castiel nodded. Dean had said he should talk to some people and this seemed like a great opportunity.

When they got a seat, the man ordered 2 beers and then turned to Castiel.

"Sherlock," he said, not offering his hand like other people would do. Castiel appreciated it, you could never know how dirty someone's hands were.

"Castiel," he replied. He didn't comment on the man's name, Sherlock, apparently. He has had enough questions about his own name, and they always annoyed him.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked, remembering Dean's rules on how to have a polite conversation.

"Investigating a case. And what about you? You don't seem to come often in a place like this," Sherlock said, studying Castiel. "You keep yourself too clean to be here."

"I... I do the same actually. My... friends are investigating a case here and I help them. You're not from here, are you? Britain?" Now that they were not in the middle of the noise, Castiel could clearly hear Sherlock's accent.

Sherlock looked at him. "Yes. Britain." They got the beers and either took a sip. "Can I ask what kind of case you and your partners are investigating?"

"There were a few murders around here," Castiel answered, knowing Sherlock wouldn't probably be amazed since he had the same kind of job. And it didn't. However, his reaction was not what Castiel had expected.

Sherlock's eyes lighted up and he even smiled, for the first time since Castiel had bumped into him. "Ah a murder case. The good old mysteries around the deaths," he zoned out for a moment. "Excuse my behavior," he said.

Castiel just nodded, he couldn't say anything because the crowd was screaming and jumping again. He looked at the small television where a football gane was playing.

"I don't understand," he mumbled to no one special. But Sherlock had heard him.

"Neither do I," he replied. "So much joy over a stupid game. Why use your useful brain cells to such an unimportant game."

"You don't need much brain cells to understand the game, I think," Castiel said, still frowning towards the television. "I rather use mine to solve the case."

"Ah look, someone who understands me! My Dear Castiel, you seem to be the only one. Cheers!"

"Well, same goes for you," Castiel replied, clinking their glasses together.

As they both drank their beer and ordered another one, they talked about the cases they've had. Both of them didn't understand much of humanity, how everyone could just go partying when murders were happening.

They had such a good conversation, they didn't even realize the football game had ended until they heard laughter. As they looked up, everyone was soread across the bar, drinking and either celebrating or drinking away the game's outcome.

"Oh look I told you they would be together,"

"Hey Cas, enjoying your time here?" Dean asked.

"Yes, thank you Dean, I just had a really good conversation here," Castiel replied, realizing he actually had a good time.

Dean, Sam and the man  next to them laughed.

"Ah my dear John, I almost thought I'd have to get you off the floor somewhere," Sherlock said. "Castiel, that is my partner John. John, this is Castiel. Dean, and probably Sam, pleasure. Castiel here has a rather interesting view on humanity, it was nice to talk to you."

"Yeah, you too. Thanks for the conversation," Castiel managed to say before Sherlock walked away.

John just mumbled a quick bye before running after Sherlock.

Dean, Sam and Castiel looked at them and suddenly Dean started laughing. "He almost leaves as fast as you always do, Cas, you found a "rather interesting" person to talk to," he said, quoting Sherlock.

Sam laughed with Dean and Castiel decided to just nod since he didn't got the joke. He had a nice time with Sherlock and that was what mattered.

Maybe

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester/Castiel

Warnings: lgbt-shaming by a character, spoilers for the CW series Arrow season 3

Words: 2.5k

Summary: (First thing I have ever written, for a contest on Instagram about 2 yeara ago) Christmas should be one of the happiest days for everyone.. but not for Dean Winchester

[Ao3 link]

“Dean!” Sam shouted. “Dean, I’m gonna go grocery shopping, do you need anything?” Dean looked up from the book he was reading. “Yeah, I made a list for the Christmas dinner, it’s on the fridge, can you get that for me?” he yelled back. “Sure, what’s it this year?” It was silent for a moment and then he heard Sam scream of happiness. “Dean you’re making the best dinner ever! I gotta go, see ya later!” Dean had barely said “bye Sammy” as Sam sprinted out of the door. Dean smiled. He had decided to make Sam’s favorite Christmas dinner, roast turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, a salad and of course a big apple pie.

He read on in his book. It was a good book, about a super hero called the Arrow. He saved the people in his town by anonymously going to the people who did no good for his city. But suddenly, the book turned sad. The Arrow had a team of 3 people who helped him, and in his team there was this special girl he liked. They had just kissed for the first time, and it was magical but after the kiss, the girl walked away, leaving him with the words “I told you, as soon as we talked about this it would be over.” Dean sighed and put the book away. He thought about the Christmas dinner they had 8 years ago.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Sabriel

Hurray, new stuff :)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Warnings: No

Words: 2.2k

Series: Music Series

Summary: Based on this song. When Dean and Cas finally got together, Sam was really happy for them. But after a while, he actually gets tired of them being all good with each other, while Sam still lost everyone too and no one came back for him

[ Ao3 link]

He can’t take it anymore. He’s tried everything, but nothing ever worked out so far. Dean’s been joking about it, but it sadly is true: all the girls Sam’s ever been with are now dead. Even his own goddamn brother left him to die. It wasn’t his fault since it was Metatron who stabbed him, but jeez, he didn’t order Dean to become a demon and leave Sam to wonder if he was actually alive or not.

The fact that Dean and Cas have gone all gooey eyes at each other doesn’t make it any better. Sure, he’s happy for them, took them for-fucking-ever to figure their shit out, but at this moment he just needs to get away. So, he takes his coat and leaves.

Arriving at the bar, he notices it’s silent tonight, which is nice. He doesn’t feel like socializing right now. He orders a good whiskey and sits down, ignoring the talking around him, and just lets his mind wander. The music changes and instead of the “good old 80’s”, as Dean would describe it, there’s a quite sad song playing over the speakers.

I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don’t know where it goes But its home to me and I walk alone I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps And I’m the only one and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a… My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me ‘Till then I walk alone Sam cringes when he realizes how accurate the song is, and orders a second whiskey while he hopes the song won’t last for long.

He has no idea how much he’d drank already when the man comes to sit next to him. He doesn’t know who it is, and he doesn’t care either, until he hears the voice. It sounds.. familiar, but he can’t place it.

“Hello there,” the man says. “How’s my favorite person today? Sulking away in a bar? Man, that’s not healthy, take it from me.”