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You screamed and perched up in a flash, your breathing turned thick as ice. The images were still fresh in your mind. You turned to the left side of the bed facing the wall then slid off the bed, shaking lightly as you tip toed out of the room. You strolled in the black long hallway of the lookout hesistating after every step. Wishing you were brave like your father to fight the fear that's stuck in your mind like a mouse trap. When suddenly you banged into something, or maybe someone?. You casted your eyes upwards to get a good viewof what or who you ran into, It was your father the mighty Namekian Piccolo. Then looked down at you. "What i

 This story contains alcohol and a tipsy reader, who should not be held accountable for her actions. You've been warned! Sam and Dean had left you at the bunker with Castiel to go on a hunt. They had just neglected to mention to the former angel that you had been drinking. And you were a bit of a lightweight. Castiel was wandering around looking for you when he heard you laughing. He walked into the kitchen to see you sitting on the floor with a beer in your hand and a few bottles on the floor. “(Y/N)?” he said. You looked up at him and grinned. “Hey, Angel. I didn't know you were here!” He slowly moved over

The angel, with a curiosity for humans watched the tiny human waddle around the room, taking everything in, and trying to touch everything. "You want to me to take care of this human child?" Castiel asked, still watching the child. "This 'human child' has a name, you know. It's __________," Dean sighed, patting your hair. You giggled a bit and continued what you were doing. "And how did you acquire this chi- ___________?" He asked. "We found __________ abandoned and was wandering the streets. And we asked __________ where the parents were but they were gone," Sam replied. "So. We are trying to track the parents down," Castiel nodded. "O

You hid in your closet, something strange had happened to your father, He wasn't loving and caring anymore and He seemed to want to hurt you. Suddenly the door was pushed open and   "Your father" stood in the door way. "Why did you run away? I'm not going to hurt you." He said an eerie smile on his face he blinked his eyes and instead of being a warm brown they were coal black. "Yes you are...you’re not my dad anymore!" "Your right about that, but your daddy’s still in here though begging me not to hurt you so just for fun I'm going to kill you." He said rising his arm you were pushed against the wall suddenly it became very h

"I told you what I am!" "Please just say it again." "Fine..." Your small arms pull yourself up on the table, in the middle of the Shield HQ Board Room. You grab your black sunglasses and put them over your eyes with a small giggle. Everyone else in the room, watched with big smiles on their faces. You took a deep breathe and put on a serious face. "Hello, I am Agent Coulson." You stuck your hand in your pant pocket and grabbed what you were looking for, candy wrappers falling on the ground in the process. You took out a small badge with the S.H.I.E.L.D sign on it. Uncle Tony chuckled from his seat next to Aunt Pepper, their daughter Cat

John followed you down the stairs to where Sherlock was indeed waiting with the cab door open and the three of you slid in. You barely made it to the station in time to catch your train, Sherlock and John sitting across from you in the car. You looked out the window and let them both study you, Sherlock deciding he finally couldn’t take it anymore and John just looking on with open curiosity. You were wearing your typical outfit, jeans and a nice cotton shirt along with your black trench coat and a light scarf. To Sherlock it looked almost like you hadn’t been gone at all, your hair was longer and your eyes were tired but he coul

The next few weeks rolled by fairly smoothly. You had gotten settled into 221B, claiming the couch as your bed. You had few possessions, being a constant traveler, so moving in was not a difficult task. Mrs. Hudson, who always acted like a mother figure towards you when you visited, was thrilled to here that you were staying.  You tagged along on a couple cases with Sherlock and John, proving to be a big help as always. Detective Inspector Lestrade was also thrilled to here you were back, and even more so when you told him you were staying permanently. --- Sherlock was experimenting in the kitchen, as he often did, when you woke up that mor

George came into the room with a bright smile on his face, which was rare for him. You had been huddled in the corner, forehead pressed to your knees. “(Name). He's here. He's come for you. Everything's over now.” Your head instantly shot up with confusion clearly expressed. “What?” “Mr. Holmes and his companion. They're here.” You quickly got to your feet, tears building up in the corners of your (e/c) orbs. “I told you he never breaks his promises. Especially when he makes them to me.” George's smile never faded, his hand resting on your shoulder. “We can finally get out of this pl