XxMeganHeaneyxX

 I'm sorry, I was in a sad mood! I'm reading Twist and Shout and I found this fanfic I started a few weeks ago, and decided to finish. I don't own Supernatural, unfortunately. (Like I could do a better job than those who do!) In this moment, for the first time, it occurred to Dean how many possibilities there could have been for his and Cas’ first kiss. It could have been during a fight. There could have been shouting and reckless pushing around, intense stares and heavy breathing. Names would be hurled, tempers would rise, and insults would be choked on in fury. They would both be forced to a point of breaking, the air crackling wit

Dean grumbled to himself as he tried to fix his hair, which just so happened to be sticking up in the oddest way possible. Dean was never one who focused on his looks, hell, he barely showered in the morning. But, today was different. Today was special. But, just because life liked to fuck him over so much, Dean was overall frustrated with his appearance. His dirty blonde hair was sticking up in all sorts of angles, the bags under his eyes looked deeper and darker, not to mention he hadn't shaved in awhile and was beginning to grow a layer of stubble. Dean glanced down at his watch and looked at the time, shit, it was almost time. He managed

Cas was standing up. He could hear a continuous beep coming from behind him. He looked and saw his own body, Dean lying with him. Cas looked forwards and saw a man in a suit standing in front of him. "Am I-" Cas couldn't finish the question as he was unable to get the last word out. The man nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry Castiel. You're dead. If you choose to come with me you can find peace." "What are you?" Cas asked. "I'm a reaper." He responded, almost automatically. Like he'd had to explain this millions of times before. "I am the one who will be able to help you move on." Cas looked back at Dean, seeing him crying as a white sheet was draped

Ashley's P.O.V After Andy told me what he did at the strip club, I made sure I didn't over react. I didn't think he would appreciate it if I did since we had just met. It really wasn't my place anyway. It was his life, and I couldn't control it for him, no matter how much my head screamed at me to. "I had a lot of fun with you Ash," he said and got out of the car. I waved and smiled at him as I drove away. No matter how much I tried telling myself what Andy does is okay, I couldn't get myself to agree. Even though I didn't like it, I liked Andy so I wasn't going to stop seeing him. I just wished I could get him to stop. "Hey Ash, is that

"Ash," a deep voice said in a whisper as I felt a finger poke into my side. "I can't sleep." A slight smile found its way onto my face as I opened my eyes enough to see Andy standing next to my bunk, waiting for me to wake up. "Okay Andy." I said and moved over closer to the wall and held the blanket up so he could climb in next to me. "What has occupied your mind this time?" I asked as he laid down. He didn't answer me right away. At first he only wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head against my chest. "I don't know Ash." I nodded and started running my hand through his soft hair. Truth be told these moments really hurt me

Ashley's P.O.V "Okay, who can tell me the value of X?" My class stared back at me like I'd just asked them to dance like monkeys, I sighed this was going to be a long day. Rubbing the equation off the blackboard my eyes wandered to the two empty seats at the back of the class, Christian's and Andy's. I didn't know why those two gave me so much hassle, always showing up late for my classes, messing around in class you name it they do it, well Christian's not really the problem it's mostly Andy who got on my last nerves. I heard the classroom door creak open and giggles pour through it, Andy and Christian were pushed into my class by Mr Ronni

I sat there in the dark, on the edge of the bed. My fingers traced along the words on the letters. I had read them so many times, I actually wanted to hear his voice and not read the words. I couldn't stop thinking of him. Ashley. He was in the army, fighting somewhere in Iraq and didn't know where. I put the letters down next to me and I put my hands over my swollen belly. Seven months along with his child. I remember the day I found out. ~Flash Back~ I sat on the edge of the bath tub, still examining the stick in my hand. It had a pink plus sign in it. My hands were shaky and my mind was crowded with thoughts. I didn't know what I was goi