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It was a long hallway I was being led through by two armed deputes and a sheriff . The walls were a boring grey color. The chipping paint literally falling every time I touched it with my finger as I followed them towards a holding cell. I knew exactly who I was here to pick up. After waking up from a nap in the Tardis, I found that I was all by myself. The doctor has gotten himself into trouble…yet again. "Mam." The Sheriff called for me as his key jingled against the metal bars and lock. I stepped forward and saw the doctor attempting to bite of his cuffs. His eyes looked toward us and instantly brightened. "(y/n)!" His smile faded

Bruce had pretty much given up hope in his life. He’d lost everything in his life because of what he was. He instantly disregarded any attempt at relationships because he was afraid.  All he kept running through his head was that he was so alone, even though he knew that wasn’t true. There was you, even though he was terrified of the whole thing, he couldn’t bear to be away from you. But tonight all he could think about was ending his life; tonight was a bad night. Your relationship had no label because neither of you knew where you really stood. Except you were determined to never let him down and he was determined to neve

Dean x reader (Y/N) came back home drenched in water from the storm. To make things worse, she wasn't wearing a coat neither did she have an umbrella and she was walking home. She took her shoes off, leaving them beside the door and dropping her bag on the table settled under the window. She took a quick glance outside before leaving to the bedroom. As she got there, she softly knocked on the wood before entering. A sleeping figure greeted her as she paced inside the room and sat on the bed, next to where her fiancé laid sound asleep. She happily smiled at him and at how silly he looked, with his reading glasses still on and the book

Okay, so it risky being- well, you know, you, and hunting with the Winchesters. Very risky, but hey, they were the Winchesters, and hell, did you want a closer look at them; especially Sam Winchester. Sure, Dean Winchester was a very pretty man and, not to mention, a total badass, but he was for sure fucking the angel. Sam Winchester, however… that man was one fine piece of ass, not to mention, a smart one too. Brainy is the new sexy in this era, and if that didn't describe you, then nothing could… except for maybe one more word. Demon. Even though you're a demon and hey, both of the brothers knew, they kept you around. "Only

Silence…It was all that you could hear. Except for the occasional snoring coming from Dean, who was sleeping soundly next to you with his arms wrapped around your waist protectively.  You glanced at the digital clock on the side-table, it was three in the morning . You sighed, it was the fifth time this week that  you couldn’t get a wink of sleep.   After a few more attempts of trying to sleep, you decided to go to the kitchenette and fix yourself a drink. Taking a glance at the elder Winchester, you gently pried his arms off of your torso before silently descending to the door. A couple of minutes had passed. You were sitting

Most people would call it crazy when they find out that their dating the devil then after a little denial most likely they'd check themselves into an insane asylum however when you've grown up a hunter it becomes a little less crazy. Most hunters on the other hand would also call you crazy not because you were dating Satan but for the fact you remained with him after you found out. You didn't care, about any of it all you cared about was that Lucifer was actually rather sweet even after revealing himself to you he never changed his opinion of you he just cared. You walked into the apartment kitchen that you shared with Lucifer now smiling war

You stood in the area outside Mrs. Hudson’s door staring in the mirror. You fidgeted with the bottom of your dress trying to smooth out any wrinkles in the black fabric. After it was smoothed you then ran your hands up and down the long lace sleeves trying to make the fabric lay straight. Even then you couldn’t stop yourself from fidgeting because something still felt off. The hem fell just above your knee and it felt weird not having the usual feel of jeans against your legs. You were only wearing the dress because you were taking Mrs. Hudson out to dinner and she wanted to go to this new fancy Italian restaurant. A place like th

“(y/n)!” Sam called from the doorway of the bunker library. “Hmm,” you said not looking up from file you had in your lap. “Help.” “With what?” you said still looking at the file. “With this,” you finally looked up to see Sam pointing at his hair. It was a mess, completly tangled and knotted. Half of it was waved and other half stuck out in gravity defying angles. You couldn’t help but laugh at how a pouf of hair could make someone as big as Sam look the complete opposite of intimidating. “Don’t laugh this isn’t funny!” he said. “If I don&rsquo