Lord-Of-The-Reckless

“That’s cheating, Dean.” “Says who?” “Says the rule book. It doesn’t say you can climb up ladders, Dean.” “But does it say I can’t?” “No, but it doesn’t say you can. Therefore, you cheated.” “Ptchf, whatever, maybe I’m just so bad ass that I have that ability.” “No, Dean, you’re not ‘bad ass’, you’re cheating. Go back down the slide.” “What if I say no?” “Then I will smite your character.” “Fine, geez, geez, I’m going back down.” “Thank you.” “Cas,

I have to do this. I'm sorry Katrinka. I know you would have wanted it to be better. What can I say? I've been on a bender. I was getting to close to the humans in my charge. I wanted to stay with you, god, I wanted to so badly. But like you always said. Family comes first, doesn't it? I really didn't want it to end like this. I imagined it more so as us, an old couple, lying in a bed, dying peacefully in our sleep. How silly of me. Heavy breathing, tears stream from your eyes. I desperately try to drown out your cries. You're begging and pleading, but that's not all I can hear. I can hear you trying to tell me you love me. You're trying to

She was just a girl. A very simple one, it seemed. Her name was Doku. I’d see her in the library at Stanford, either reading or doing something on her laptop. Sometimes we’d bump into each other in hallways or wave hello, but that was it, really. We never spoke unless we were assigned to do a project together, and we never tried to contact each other unless necessary either.  That is, until about a month ago. I’d been sitting in the local café (bless their high speed internet) when I saw her out the window. She looked sad, angry almost, and there was this weird tall guy standing behind her. He seemed to be yelling at

Katrinka Winchester was your average nineteen year old. Snarky, sarcastic, kills paranormal things, y’know, the norm. Okay, so maybe she’s not your average nineteen year old. But still, this story isn’t all about her. Let me introduce you to her family. She has two older brothers, Dean Winchester, who’s twenty-eight, and Sam Winchester, who’s twenty-four. They’ve all been in the family business since they were small children. The family business is what, you may ask? Saving people, hunting things, that’s their definition of something that needs to be carried on from the generations.   So, you may wan

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for staying, I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry for telling the truth, I’m sorry for deceiving you. I’m sorry I lived, I’ll be sorry when I die. I’m sorry I’m the only friend that made you cry. You only live forever in the lights that you make. You only hear the words I say when our hearts begin to break. Speaking as one, thinking of another. Clutching to your arm like a child clings to their mother. Screaming at each other as friends, kissing each other as enemies. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. I’m sorry if you didn’t listen to me when I spoke. I&

Three days, twelve hours, twenty-one minutes, six seconds. She hadn’t left her room. She hadn’t eaten for a week. The most anyone had been able to do was get her to drink a glass of water every day.  Katrinka Winchester wasn’t the only one suffering. Dean and Sam had lost Castiel as their best friend; Doku had lost her older brother. They were suffering as much as she was, but they handled it better than her. They always had. So it was no surprise that she was there on the day he died, and the seven days before that. She wouldn’t sleep, sometimes. She’d just stay up; watch him as he slept, his labored breathing