➳ "Hell no. I may be a girl, but I'm no damsel in distress. I don't need a prince to come and save me, because I can take care of myself." ➳ ➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳ ➳ Book 1 ➳

"You can call it a choice but it never really feels like one. Its like, I make a conscious decision to leave you behind but some unconscious result has me running back. I don't know, does that mean we belong together? Because I sure as hell hope it doesn't, I can't love you, and you can't love me. And we can never really be together, not in this life." ©jadeforsaken productions cover made by @MoiraC

Between even injuries, curses, and kidnappings, can love truly blossum? A horrible past, and even more troublesome future. This is all you have ever known, but can a pair of brothers change this fate? Highest rank: #574 in fanfiction. Highest rank: #3 in Sam Winchester

Scarlett Jones is a hunter. Not your average, rifle toting, animal tracking hunter; She's a hunter of the supernatural. Her only hunting ally is Bobby Singer. He's also the only one who knows the complete truth about her because he's the only one she can trust. It's because of him that she's able to meet the one man who can make her feel again. ~Based on the CW's Supernatural~

"Wait!" Why aren't you gonna kill me?" I ask. Meg turns around. "Cause.... you have a part to play" She says. "Part to play? In what?" I ask in confusement. "The Apocalypse, silly." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ella Winchester is Sam and Dean's half-sister. She didn't know that she had two brothers until her mom dies and they show up at her door. And things change even more when she meets Castiel, Angel of the lord...She thinks that they're only friends, even though he can be emotionless, but what happens when something challenges her feelings for him? And as if being targeted by angels and demons isn't enough, what happens when Ella finds out an unimaginable shocking surprise about herself that could kill and/or protect anyone and anything...

These are just a bundle of one-shots, imagines, and mindless dabbles I have written about the amazing, wonderful Dean Winchester.

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]

Tabitha is the black sheep of the Winchesters: she works for the FBI. But when her brothers need her, she finds herself hunting with them again. Now she’s trying her best to help her brothers, but that’s easier said than done. So is trying to rebuild the relationship with them when she finds herself becoming closer with an angel instead. Starts in season 4 of Supernatural — SisterFic and eventual Castiel/OC

I always had a strong belief that all things Supernatural existed. Everything from ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and anything else anyone could think of. And then I also believed that they weren't what movies portray them to be. But I never told anyone of these beliefs I had for the sake of not being sent to an insane asylum. Along with these beliefs came these dreams, or visions, that came to me about four men, all of which I had no idea who they were (but somehow felt connected to them in ways I didn't understand), by the names of Sam, Dean, Bobby, and Castiel. Sam was large and resembled a moose and a puppy all at once. Dean looked looked like a smug bastard(mixed with some male model), but a bastard that cared for Sam. Bobby was a gruff looking man with a belly and the years of fighting and experience upon him. And then there was Castiel. Castiel always wore a suit and tie and a trench coat over it. He always had the same expression upon his face. But there was something about Castiel that stood out to me and I couldn't place my tounge on it. And then there was me. Dakota Scott Patterson (her real name is Dakota Rose Scott Singer, Bobby's daughter), an average 20 year old woman studying mythology of all sorts, a love for weaponry and old cars, who has no memory of a mother or father. Oh I forgot to add in the psychic crap going on with me. But I felt like I wasn't exactly as my birth certificate said I was. Somewhere down the line I met the four men personally and suddenly everything fell into place. Hi my name is Dakota Rose Scott Patterson and this is my Supernatural story.