**Set in Season 8** "You a cop?" "You probably wish I was." ________________________ He knew it was a bad idea to let her in, but he did it anyway. She knew it was a bad idea to stick around, yet she stayed. Both of them are a lot of things: damaged, survivors, flawed, warriors, guardians, selfless. But the worst one? Reckless.

She isn't crazy. It's just that no one believed her. So she ran away, and on that journey happened to steal a very special, black 67' Chevy Impala. And that, is where it all began. ~Sequel now up!~ ALSO HELLO THIS ISN'T A ROMANCE OKAY PLS NO SHIPPING I'M SORRY FOR DISAPPOINTING I GUESS

show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy. [dean winchester x emery wilson] [supernatural; season one-three] [completed] [cover by veingeances] [highest rating; #23 in fanfiction. #1 in supernatural.] [voted best oc and best pairing spn awards 2016] [voted best dean winchester fic tv and movie awards 2017] [voted best oc and best dean winchester fic supernatural community awards 2018]

silly, isn't it? how a few cups of coffee and some notes brought us together?

"how terrible it is to love something that death can touch." a story in which a girl who promised to never fall in love meets a boy who decides to change her mind. [book three in the solar series.] ©walkways [lowercase intended]

"she made hell feel like home." a story in which a boy writes letters to his dead best friend. [book two in the solar series] ©walkways [lowercase intended] ****THIS IS BOOK 2 THIS IS BOOK 2 PLEASE READ BOOK ONE !!

about the girl that loved colors almost as much as she loved him. book one of the suicide series.

"does she even know everything she's ruined?" book three of the suicide series.

cryp·tic [krip-tik]: secret; obscure in meaning With twenty six letters, she composed words that placed the fragility of her life into the hands of someone else. With those same twenty six letters, he formed pleas for her to stay. (#151 in Fanfiction) © 2013 by isohlate. || All rights reserved.

i don’t know this girl, i don’t know what she wants from me. i don’t know what these poems mean. i don’t know anything at all but one: i’m going to find her. ⓒ 2013, Kaira G. Self publishing ct-hood ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorised reprint or use of this material is prohibited. If I fucking learn that someone copied my works, I will find you and skin you alive like pychotic Harry i s2g pls dont this is my baby