Looking for ways to get more Supernatural in your life?

My new project might help you out. It’s called the Sacred Letters of Supernatural (@sacredlettersspn). I post bi-weekly analyses of episodes, trying to go a little deeper than what’s happening on the show for only the characters. You can read more about it here. 

Still not sure if it’s your thing? You can check out the first three letters already posted on the blog:

There’s also a link to the project patreon on the blog (completely optional) if you find yourself totally loving the idea and able to provide support. 

I’m tagging my usual readers below. No pressure, but I’m really enjoying this project and I think you might too😁

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The Boyking: Chapter 5

At noon the next day, a rusted 1971 C10 pulled up in front of Bobby’s house - like most of the vehicles on Bobby’s lot, it had seen better days.

Bobby stepped out on his front porch, Dean trailing behind him. Bobby hollered across the front lot as the passengers opened their doors. “That truck made it here from Nebraska?”

Ash and Jo stepped out of the cab, Jo from the driver’s side.

Ash shut his door and gave the orange-tinged turquoise hood a couple of good pats. “This baby here would take us anywhere. I’ve added a few of my own enhancements.”

“He means we,” Jo said, coming up to the porch to hug Bobby. “And I put a full tank of gas in her as soon as I got your call last night.”

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Dreamless

Over the years, Sam’s brain has dreamt up many horrendous nightmares, most of them variations of unfortunate events that have occurred on the job. But one particular nightmare has haunted Sam’s heart and mind repeatedly, the one where Lucifer has invaded his body. He can feel tendrils of a slow-burning fire spreading to the tips of every muscle and nerve in his body; he can feel his willpower fading with each pump of his heart. Then he leaps into hell, his whole body burning with Lucifer’s effort to take back control. But his face steady. If he falters, even a hair, Lucifer incinerates his control and Sam is gone.

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The Boyking: Chapter 4

You have a hunter, here, in hell?” Dean asked, his footsteps trailing Sam’s down another stone hallway. 

Sam did not answer, focused on getting to wherever he was going.

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Solid stuff here, folks - you’ve got a very interesting foundation getting laid for what’s shaping up to be a tale chock full of drama and wit and action. 😉

Control

He always says those kinds of pansy things

If only Dean knew the other, more biting things he holds under his tongue.

Yeah, he’s a health freak.

If only they knew the lengths he goes to keep himself pure, the lengths he runs to pound out the silent rage that builds and builds over time. He’s afraid it’s never really gone away.

Huh, Chief?

If only everyone realized that leadership was as terrifying to him as death. Actually, it was more.

Don’t think that there’s anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you.

If only everyone remembered that there was a time he put himself before the entire world.

Didn’t you, like, get possessed by Lucifer? And live? You’re a legend.

He thinks of himself more as an example of what not to do, a dark stain in the long history of legendary hunters.

You’re a hero.

Anytime someone looks at him with surprise and awe, wondering where his surge of strength and skills comes from, he bites his tongue. It comes from deep within a chaotic, hungry place, which is why he brings it out so seldomly.

Whenever someone looks at him with fear, consumes his giant stature and overbearing presence, he makes himself smaller in their eyes. He can never be the source of their terror; he can never have someone look at him the way Dean did when neither of them knew what he would become.

Whenever other people call him the softer brother, the kinder brother, the more empathetic brother, inside he’s screaming no. Dean is soft, Dean is kind. Dean tries to hide it but he feels so much it leaks out through his eyes and the lines around his mouth.

No, he is not more of that than Dean. He is cold steel. He is cold rage. He is all of that locked tightly inside his core. And he is kind, and empathetic, and soft, because he has to be. Because if he wasn’t, he would be lethal.

So, primarily, above everything else–the impurity, the kindness, the strength, and the rage–Sam is control.

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So very pleased to have come across this lovely piece & happy to have it on the most recent edition of my rec list, The Nail. Thanks so much for sharing your talent with us! 😊

I was going to do some writing this morning before work, but ended up perusing The Nail and following some new writers. I realized how much new, amazing content I had been missing out on! I feel like I need to get back into reading and following more people again😆 Anyone got any good recommendations?

I don’t read

Ok, now that I’ve got “being difficult” out of the way…

Things I love to read:

Pleaze send me some recs if you are so inclined!

seenashwrite mentioned idreamofhazel in a post “Don’s Rules”

I love this little peek into Dean’s past! And how fitting was this considering the truth situation in the finale. I guess Dean didn’t need Jack’s powers to spill the beans, he just needs a lot of beer and a good joint! 😂

I feel like when he’s not in a down-the-dumps-drunk, he’s a chatty inebriate. He’s clearly a karaoke one, so I don’t think it’s a stretch. 😉 Glad to hear you enjoyed, thanks for taking time to shoot me a note!

Don’s Rules

The Boyking: Chapter 3

Dallas was peeling rubber after a drive halfway across the country and back–by the time she landed in Sioux Falls that evening, she was praying to whoever would listen that Dean hadn’t left already. 

Car parked in a gravel lot, she walked through the entrance of the local watering hole; the only bar in town is where she’d be, too, if a trip to hell was looming over her horizon. The rusted hinges of the front door signaled to the few patrons inside that a newcomer had arrived. She scanned the interior, noticing the dusty jukebox and the historical photography on the walls, and ignoring the staring eyes of a grand total of four individuals inside–including the bartender.

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Hello to my fellow hazel eye dreamers! I’m going to venture out into the streaming world and I need your help! Please take like two seconds to answer this survey if you’re at all interested in watching streams, especially ones that involve Sims 4 and Supernatural, of course :)

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seenashwrite mentioned you in a post

Two of my favorite people in one podcast!! Love it!! You guys are like the female versions of Shane and Ryan from buzzfeed unsolved, a skeptic and a believer. I’m currently listening now and can’t wait to hear the end of this story. Also, I may have freaked out a little when i realized I was hearing @butiaintgonnaloveem‘s voice!!

Oh my stars, I consider that Shane/Ryan comment the highest, those boys crack me up, and I am definitely a Shaniac...

His level of snark is definitely up to my standards. (Ryan’s a doll, too, of course.) Anyway, enough about them - I am so pleased you’re getting a kick out of it!! Methinks you’ll enjoy what we’ve got on deck, too. [rubs hands together, says mwah-ah-ah in plotting manner] 

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You Totally Made That Up, Episode One

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Serendipity/Serendipitous + Dean

“You may find serendipity in your near future. Hey, you think I’ll get a discount on that premium oil for baby again?” Dean said, popping the broken fortune cookie into his mouth.

“Maybe you’ll get a new hobby.” Sam stuffed a few paper bills into the check holder and placed it back on the table.

Dean scowled, taking Sam’s cookie from across the table.

“Hey! I was going to eat–” Sam stopped as the waitress came to pick up the payment.

The woman chuckled, looking between the two of them. “Brothers?”

“Unfortunately,” Sam said.

“Sammy here’s just jealous I got two cookies.”

“Well, that’s a shame for him. Those cookies are the best,” she said, winking at Dean before walking away.

Dean watched her go, and then turned to Sam. “Looks like you won’t be serendipitous today.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he slid out of the booth. “If either of us are lucky, it will be because we can get this case over with.”

“Amen to that. You still think it might be a siren?” The doorbell rang, signaling their exit from the store.

“The evidence fits, just like last time.”

Dean shuddered as he got into Impala. “Let’s hope it’s nothing like last time.”

“Excuse me!”

Both men turned their heads to see the waitress coming out of the store, running to the driver’s side window.

“I think you left this.” She held out an I.D. card with Dean’s picture on it.

Dean took it from her hand. “Oh, I’m always leaving these behind. Thank you, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome,” she said with flirty smile, lingering at the window, “So, FBI? Should I be worried?”

“Not at all, I’m working hard to keep the area safe.”

She nodded. “Oh good. I was worried I’d have to have somebody pick me up from work.”

“When do you get off?”

“Nine o’clock.”

“Ah, it will be dark then. You know, I could, uh, escort you home, if you wanted.”

“Only if you think it’s necessary.”

“Hmm, we better play it safe.”

Sam cleared his throat.

“I think I better let you get back to your job,” the waitress said, “But I’ll see you later?”

“Nine o’clock.”

The waitress walked away with a lingering stare.

Dean watched her with eager eyes until she was inside the store, and then he put the keys in the ignition and sped off. “Thaaank you, fortune cookie!”

“It’s not luck if you make it happen,” Sam flatly remarked.

“Doesn’t matter. Either way, I still have a date, and you don’t even have a cookie!”

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Be still my heart - the guys are in character and it reads like an actual scene out of the show. What a rare gem nowadays in a sea of “I know those names but who are those guys!?” fics. Hazel’s got you covered. Read and enjoy, folks. Sure to give you a smile.

The Boyking - Chapter 2

Dean had been going at it with the demon for a solid ten minutes before he gained any ground.

But first, he had to go and stumble over broken furniture, throw a sloppy punch, watch it get dodged, and find himself pushed against the wall of the motel room, the demon’s forearm against his neck.

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Um… did they ever get Garth out of the trunk?

I wondered too.

It was left to Maggie though, and she’s the worst, so we might want to worry about him.

2k Followers First Fanfiction Challenge

Whoooo’s ready for a good ole’ laugh and cringe?? 

I’m here to challenge you to post the first, or one of the first, pieces of fanfiction/original fiction you ever wrote. That’s right. I want to see if you’re brave enough to display that lovely piece of writing your 14-year-old self cooked up and loved enough to record on actual paper (at least, I hand-wrote mine). 

It doesn’t matter what fandom it’s for, how long it is, how bad, or oh-so-challenge-worthy, it is. It doesn’t matter how old you were when you wrote it. (I only used 14 as an example of the typical teenage fangirl) I wanna see it in all it’s original glory.

Here’s the low-down:

Please message me with any questions you may have. I don’t bite.