[possessive human lemon demon x male reader x others] To think, waking up to the sound of your window sliding open would result in this... A man, a monster, a demon-in your home, holding you for a ransom paid only by your presence. A close friend searches for ways to help, and a scar from the past gets a knife twisted into it once more. Can you finally heal these old wounds, or will they just reopen? Will the demon latching onto you release it's claws? You can't tell. {any and all art used is mine}

Castiel is a clueless cutie What happens when he gets a jacket from the 'Quarterback' on Jacket Day Find out in Letterman Jacket Hit 2.04k on 2/27/2017 Hit 4.08k on 4/21/2017 Hit 6.04k on 5/29/2017

It all started with the opening of Gabe's bakery... Cas : trying to escape and cope his dark past Dean : trying to find a better life for him and his brother, Sam When these two find each other, love will bloom. What happens with that love though. Is it all happy, or is there life, death, and depression with it? (Destiel High school/bakery AU)

Cas has been dating Aaron for six years now, and he loves it. Mostly. Sometimes Aaron loses his temper, but it's okay. He still loves Cas. Cas just has to make sure he doesn't upset Aaron. But one day Cas meets Dean. Dean is funny and beautiful and confident, and Cas likes him a lot. They start to hang out more and more, and Cas starts to realize that relationships don't have to be the way his is. But he can't leave Aaron, they love each other. Right?

Something is wrong with Virgil but know one knows what.. however one of the sides finds out and is there to help him but who could it be? ⚠️warning: includes self harm, depression.Smut!⚠️ This is also my first story so be pacient

"What is your name?" "Dean Winchester, your highness." •prince!cas• •prisoner!dean•

Castiel James Novak is a good man. Not because he was a priest and told people about the word of God and also because he lived by the Bible. He was a good man because he just was. He was kind, he was generous, he held his heart in his hands and he never turned anybody away. All Castiel wanted that night was for God to talk to him, just once. He had prayed and prayed so many times before but there was no reply. He had read in a book somewhere about certain sigils and markings and a few words would summon God or the Holy Ghost to him and Castiel had run out of ideas. So one night, that was exactly what he did. Castiel James Novak didn't know that the markings he had put down and the incantations he had spoken did not in fact summon the Holy Ghost, except they brought down upon him his worst nightmare. A Demon named Dean. *Art not mine but i edited it a bit so i could put the title on :-D* *Yet another new story and i hope you guys enjoy this one just as much* Credit to @theofficialkitty for the cover

I know some of you might have read them but yeah! This is a collection of maybe mind-blowing stuff about the BBC Sherlock. Hope you all enjoy this :)))

"Um... I don't really know where I should begin. Robin Marie Simms was, is my best friend. She is the cleverest girl I ever met and the only one who I knew that could tie cherry stems with her tongue. I don't really suppose that was the biggest feat but it was amazing. To me, it was amazing. She used to say that caring about us, me, was the bravest thing she'd ever do. And I um I guess she was right. Because what could be braver than trusting... especially trusting someone like me. I mean have you met me, I'm a complete disaster. But unlike me, she trusted with the full of her heart. I wish I could say that I did. And even in..., she trusted everybody more. I guess that's what made her braver than me, hell braver than any of us. Robin Marie if you can hear me, I guess than first, you were right ghosts are real and second... I'm sorry. I know you would tell me that I ain't got nothing to be sorry for, but I am. I'm sorry that you didn't get to see the world, that you never got to pet a chinchilla. And most of all I'm sorry that this is how it ends," Robin Marie is dead. And what does Laura; her best friend do now that the only one who knew her is dead. Of course, maybe they weren't just best friends.

Just a bunch of different poems for people who think they don't belong.