A series of Supernatural reader x character oneshots. Update: I left the fandom a long time ago so don't expect me to update this anymore lmao sorry

Just a random collection of my short supernatural one shots. Usually Sabriel and Destiel related but not always

Supernatural imagines. Sam,Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel,Lucifer, TFW. Taking requests

Dezarie, a 17 year old girl who has been to hell and back more times than most twice her age, just wants to escape reality. one of her favorite ways to do so? Getting lost in her favorite tv show, Supernatural. She prefers their world to her own, but what if they're actually the same world? What is Jensen, Jared, and Misha are just another three idenities these boys create to allow them to continue their job? Can they hide the truth from her while attempting to help save her from her own monsters? Can she allow them to get close without shutting them out like she does all others? And is she does allow them in, will they become the big brothers she's always wanted or will things get complicated because of her and an angel's first real romantic realizations? ***May contain triggers for some topics such as SELF HARM, SUICIDE, EATING DISORDERS, RAPE, and ABUSE***

A young boy, Adam, discovers a gold medallion in a lump of coal. He keeps it as a curious good luck piece for the next twenty years, until as a scientist, he discovers it contains a message and is clearly alien. Join Adam and his colleague, Linda, as they embark upon an adventure of revelation, ultimately giving up all they hold dear to discover who we are and who put us here.

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.

It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing