Just a collection of Turkey/Greece drabbles, oneshots, or random things that come to my head that involves the paring.

Your name is (Y/N) and you are a hunter. Well, used to be. Your mom died when you were a baby, you dad must have had a few or he was too tired to remember correctly. He said she burst into flames on the ceiling of my nursury. You tell yourself that he is as crazy as the story is. You had a...weird friend in high school, and this is the story about how he, ugh; can't even say his name, turned you into a hunter like him and his family, what's left of it anyway. Don't read this unless you have finished Supernatural. Spoilers, there will be. Read my other stories instead, you must. And that means you too, E_Morris_MC.

Once Upon a Land of Date there was 2 smelly pieces of cake! Ok, that had nothing to do with the story but whatever. WARNING: Stupidity, BoyxBoy, stupidity, stupidity, annnnnd stupidity. L x Light bishessss. Edit: the only story I wrote that was good during my trash phase ✔ Another edit: I'LL MAKE A COVER FOR THIS SOON