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I don’t think I can function

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Two of my baes in the same room, at one time......

Someone needs to pick me up off the floor

Or not, if this was my view for the rest of my time here. Just leave me, I’m happy

Casually doing a NCIS binge and...

BOOM!!!!

Enter bae <3

Misha Collins brightens my life.......again.

There;s no getting away from this amazing human (not like I want to anyway)

The Boys Find Out About You And Castiel

You giggled as Castiel ran after you through the bunker. He had been reading all day. All day! The reason you had sent the boys out of the bunker was so that you could spend some one on one time with Castiel. But he had spent all his time reading up on whatever he could. You had all agreed, it was a day off and a much needed on at that. And that meant no one was doing research.

Not even your lovely Angel.

So, you had done the only logical thing you could. You had swiped the book from undeath his nose and ran. It had taken him a second to register what had just happened and he pushed the chair back running after you. But by then you were already a good bit away, thanks to your years of hunting and years on track in high school. 

Castiel could have easily just used his Grace to stop you but he always loved playing these games with you. He always loved to catch you, and listen to you squeal in delight when he wrapped his arms around you. The laugh of joy when he finally caught up to you, and your giggles when as he chased you. It was something that brought a smile to his face, watching you run happily, not because something that could possibly kill you was chasing you. But you were enjoying yourself.

So here you were running through the bunker corridors book in your hand, wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top with Castiel a few metres behind you wearing nothing but his slacks and shirt. It was a funny sight, two adults running around like a pair of children. It was even weirder due to the fact that it was you and Castiel, a serious hunter and a stoic Angel of The Lord.

You skidded into the wall as you turned a corner almost toppling over onto the floor. It gave Castiel enough time to finally close the last few metres between you two. You felt arms wrap around your waist. Your giggles stopped as you squealed happily. Castiel lifted you from the ground spinning you around in the air. You let out a loud laugh closing your eyes. Castiels laugh vibrated through your body. 

When he put you down you spun around in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck with a large smile. ‘Let’s go have some fun?’ You breathed. Castiel’s smile got even wider. ‘What do you have in mind my darling?’ You giggled again before leaning up pressing your lips to his. Castiel’s smile disappeared quickly as he pulled you closer to him kissing you as if it was going to be the last time for him to do so.

You threaded your fingers through his hair. Cas’ hands squeezed your ass ‘Woah’ Both you and Castiel pulled away from each other looking down the hallway. Sam and Dean stood at the bottom their jaws almost on the floor. Dean’s duffle bag was dropped on the floor by his feet. You pulled away from Cas. ‘Close your mouth boys you’ll catch some flies’ You giggled. Castiel stood beside you a deep blush on his cheeks. 

Sam was the first to recover. He blinked and cleared is throat. ‘Hand it over’ He turned to Dean as a grin split his face, his dimples becoming prominent. You furrowed your brows and your own mouth fell open. ‘That better not be money’ You crossed your arms.

Dean was still gaping at the two of you his eyes darting between you and his best friend. ‘Dean?’ Castiel tilted his head to the side. ‘Are you alright?’ That seemed to pull Dean out of whatever trance he was in. ‘You finally kissed her’ His face broke out into a shit eating grin. Dean strode forwards and clapped Cas on the shoulder. ‘Good on you buddy’ You smirked. Cas glanced up at Dean out of the corner of his eye looking up at Dean a small smile tugging on one side of his lips.

You reached out and grasped Dean’s shoulder. ‘Finally?’ You asked him. He smirked down at you. ‘Our little Angel here has had a crush you on for months’ He chuckled and winked at Cas. You furrowed your eyebrows and then began to laugh. You felt Castiel take your hand in his. ‘Dean’ His voice sent shivers down you, and stopped you from laughing, even when he was not speaking to you. ‘Y/n and I have been together for 4 months’ Dean’s eyes widened and you nodded at him.

He blinked. Sam’s hand came down on his shoulder. ‘Wait, you two have been together for 4 months and never told us?’ Sam pushed in beside his brother. ‘Sam, we wished to keep it from everyone until we knew. Hunting is dangerous and I am am Angel’ Castiel explained.

It was true. Lately the Winchesters and Castiel had been targets for a lot of Monster hatred. Noth that you could blame them, you had screwed up royally. So Castiel had not wanted your relationship to be public knowledge so you would not be targeted. He believed that if you were too deeply connected to them then they would try get to them using you. It had caused many arguments between the two of you but Castiel didn’t even feel the Winchesters should know.

You reached out touching Sam’s arm. ‘Not even us?’ Dean crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Know what?’ Sam asked you two. ‘She could have been in danger, I could not risk that’ Dean glared at Cas. ‘Not even to tell us?’ He snapped. Dean always had a thing against people keeping things from him, even the little things.

Castiel opened his mouth but you cut him off. ‘Dean, we were going to tell you. We just needed to figure out how everything was going to work, Angel-human relationships don’t work’ You shrugged and Castiel’s head snapped towards you. ‘We needed to be sure ours would’ Sam pursed his lips and nodded. ‘That does make sense Dean’ Sam looked at his brother. ‘I wouldn’t put her in danger like that’ Dean looked at his brother.

They shared a look. Then Dean grumbled and uncrossed his arms. He groaned fishing around in his pocket. Sam smirked. Dean pulled a twenty out of his pocket and slammed it down onto Sam’s open hand. ‘Did you two really bet on us?’ You crossed your arms. Sam smirked. ‘I said it would happen, Dean thought Cas was too much of a wimp’ You glared at Dean and slapped his arm.

He chuckled and winked at Cas. ‘Well, even though we know now, we don’t want you two making out like teenagers in the halls’ Sam let out a loud laugh as he shifted his bag on his shoulder. ‘If I remember right, that was you in high school’ Dean turned glaring at his brother before turning storming back to his back. ‘Least I got some’ He grumbled as Sam laughed.

You watched as the two boys walked down the hall arguing. You looked up at Cas. ‘That went a lot better than I thought’ You whispered. He nodded not looking down at you. ‘They took it extremely well, maybe they were still shocked’ He looked down at you his blue eyes boring into yours. You smiled. ‘Who cares’ You reached up cupping his cheek pulling his lips down to yours again.

He smiled against your lips. ‘HANG ON, WE STILL NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS’ Dean shouted and you and Castiel pulled away and began laughing as you listened to him stomp back down the hall towards you both. 

Castiel wrapped his arms around you. ‘I promised you the day alone’ He smiled as you closed your eyes feeling the breeze as he flew you both from the bunker so you wouldn’t be interrupted

@lilacs-lavender​

Daryl finds you hurt and alone

You kept your leg pressed against the door as the walker pounded on it. Your hand was pressed firmly against your shoulder. The blood was seeping through the shirt you had pressed against it staining it deep red. The door opened a little and you threw yourself against the door closing it again.

You should have stayed running. You should have stayed going you might have found a way out, or even a door with a damn lock. A door with a lock would have been amazing right now. But here you were, stuck in a janitors closet bleeding out, with no lock. It was the bleeding out thing that made you stop, you couldn’t stay going.

You were so tired, your body was sore and every now and then your vision would spin for a second or two.  So here you were stuck in a bloody broom closet four walkers outside the door and you with no way to kill them. You weren’t sure waiting them out would do, you weren’t sure you really had that in you.

You closed your eyes and sighed. ‘I’m sorry’ You whispered to the air. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t do this, I promised but I couldn’t do it’ The idiot you had been on a run with had started shooting up the place bringing walkers from every nook and cranny. There had been too much, you had exhausted your supply of weapons. 

Now you would end up walker chow.

You jumped as there was a thud outside the door. Then another. And another. You felt the pressure on the door begin to lessen. Then a fourth thud. And the groans were gone. Silence outside the door. There was someone there.

You pushed yourself off the ground. The world span and you stumbled falling against the wall. When everything went back to its rightful place you reached out opening the door.

It swung open and you were met by a pile of dean walkers. Each with an arrow through their head. You looked up. Your eyes landed on the most perfect man alive, at least at this moment.

Daryl Dixon.

You let a weary smile spread across your face. Daryl began to lower the bow he was holding against his shoulder. ‘Daryl’ You breathed putting your hand out leaning against the doorway. ‘Y/n, hell happened?’ He started forwards. You just smiled at him again before the world went dark

The bright light that was hanging above you forced you to keep them closed. You tried to roll over but you were constricted. Pain flared through your shoulder and you groaned. You tried to move you hand to cover you eyes from the light. A rope bit into your wrist. ‘Y/n?’ You had never heard so much fear in someone voice. ‘Say anytin, lemme know yer alri’ You wanted to talk but when you opened your mouth all that came out was a groan.

Your throat was dry and you couldn’t talk. You turned your head to the side to open your eyes but the glare off the light was still to harsh. You tugged on the ropes harder wiggling your hand to see if they’d come off. ‘I’m sorry’ You heard a whisper. ‘D-d’ You growled and you felt something press against your temple. A gun.

You began to struggle more. Pain flared through your shoulder but you were only concentrating on one thing, talking. You tried to croak out his name. ‘I shoulda got there sooner’ You hear the click of it being loaded. ‘M-me’ You groaned. ‘Da-daryl’ You felt the gun press harder into your temple.

And then it disappeared. ‘Y/n’ His voice was closer and you felt the bed you were lying on dip. ‘Say sometin else’ You cracked open an eye to see him leaning close. You felt a hand on your face as he brushed the hair off your face. ‘S’me’ You grunted. ‘Li-li-’ You nodded towards the bright light. 

His hand disappeared. ‘Hershel’ He called as the light clicked off. With the new darkness of the cell you were able to open your eyes. You were met with the sight of Daryl frantically untieing your hands. ‘We had te do it, just incase’ He glanced up at you. You nodded ‘Ah, nice to see you awake’ You looked to the door of your cell.

You tried to push yourself up but Daryl pushed you back down. ‘Not until you get the all clear’ He grumbled giving you a small rare smile. ‘Daryl, grab me some water?’ Hershel patted his shoulder. Daryl looked up at him shrinking from his touch. He nodded giving your hand a quick squeeze before leaving the cell.

Hershel looked back down at you. ‘You’ve been out about three days’ He nodded to the drip coming from your arm. ‘He’s been sitting in here everyday, as much as he can. Only left twice to grab some things for you and come back’ He told you as he checked you over. He furrowed those bushy white brows when he seen your shoulder. ‘You took a turn for the worst yesterday’ He leaned away from you. Then he was back with a needle and thread.

Daryl walked back in just as he was finishing stitching you wound again. ‘Blow a stitch?’ He asked with a flask of water in his hand. ‘Seems like it’ Hershel nodded to you. ‘She’ll need the water’ Daryl dropped to his knees beside you. ‘Take it easy for a week or two’ Hershel told you as Daryl helped you sit up. ‘Bedrest for at least two days’ You took the flask from Daryl and began to drink deeply.

You let out a long sigh licking you dry lips. ‘Thanks’ You croaked. Hershel was gone, he must have left when you were drinking the water. ‘Least I could do’ Daryl stood and sat on the edge of the bed facing you. ‘For what? You got me outs there, few seconds more and I wouldn’t be here’ You smiled up at him. He shrugged. ‘Few seconds earlier ye wouldn’t have been in there, That-’ He nodded towards your shoulder. ‘-wouldn’t have happened’  You shrugged with your good shoulder.

You leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his cheek. ‘Was perfect timing Daryl’ You whispered in his ear pressing another kiss to his cheek after your words. He gave you a shy smile when you pulled away. ‘Hershel said you stood guard’ He looked away . ‘And don’t give me the whole it was for the safety of the group thing’ You watched him shift.

He sighed and turned to you. ‘It had te be me, I had te put you down. I couldn’t let anyone else’ You nodded understanding. You had been with Daryl the longest, if it was anyone you would have wanted it to be him. ‘Thank you’ You took another gulp of water. ‘Thought I lost ye’ He looked away from you not wanting to show the vulnerability.

You reached out taking his hand in yours. ‘I ain’t dying Daryl, you ain’t that lucky’ He looked down at your hands as you chuckled at your joke. ‘Hope I never am’ He looked up at you. He reached his other hand out and wrapped it around the back of your neck.

He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to yours. It was a quick chaste kiss and he pulled away. He watched you a cautious look on his face. You let a small giggle fall from your lips. ‘If almost dying only got me that I don’t want to know what I have to do for a longer one’ Daryl smirked and leaned in again.

This time the kiss was longer and he held you tighter. You smiled when he pulled away. ‘Ye lost a lot eh blood, sleep’ He leaned up and pressed a kiss to your forehead his lips lingering on your skin. You nodded and he helped you to lie back down.

You turned over onto your good side. Daryl pushed your hair off your face and kissed your temple, the one he had pressed his gun to earlier. ‘Thank you’ You smiled at him. He nodded before sitting back down onto the floor on the other side of the cell.

He shot you one last smile before you closed your eyes very thankful Daryl had found you just in time.

Misha's beautiful police sktech. Don't think they really did him justice

Rape Escape

Easy and very effective

Requires nothing but your body

Includes attack