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Hey...You're awesome! I always get excited when I see that you've written something new. You're work makes my day, and other people's as well! Even if it doesn't seem like it sometimes because of certain things that happen or people who get under your skin, there are still so many people who care for you and want you to be well! I haven't been on Tumblr long, only a few months, yet I feel welcome and actually wanted for the first time in a while. Yes, I do still have so many doubts about everything but, who doesn't? I'm so sorry that people have stolen your work before, but don't let that drag you down. Think of those who support you, who you bring joy to, like me. Yes, I'm just a stranger on the internet, but even though I don't really know you I can relate to your problems if only slightly. And if people can bring you down, they can bring you up as well. Stay safe, take care, follow your heart and keep going. (Yes this is unedited, I went on a rant about advice I can't follow at 12:30 in the morning, don't spite me.)

I constantly question the quality of my work and whether it's good enough to share with others.

Writing can be a lonely profession. I spend long hours alone, and sometimes it feels like I'm disconnected from the world.

The sting of rejection letters never gets easier. Each one feels like a personal failure, even though I know it's part of the process.

Writing is deeply personal to me, and the thought of sharing my innermost thoughts and ideas with the world is terrifying.

There are times when I'm so exhausted from writing that I can't even think about picking up a pen or opening my laptop.

Writing about certain topics or experiences can be emotionally draining, but it's also cathartic and necessary.

I hate posting my writings on the Internet for fear of someone stealing my work or characters (It's happened before)

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Wait, these are actually hella cute questions.”

— 1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

4. Are you easy to get along with?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

15. What good thing happened this summer?

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

19. Do you like bubble baths?

20. Do you like your neighbors?

21. What are you bad habits?

22. Where would you like to travel?

23. Do you have trust issues?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

26. What do you do when you wake up?

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

30. Do you ever want to get married?

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

33. Spell your name with your chin.

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

40. What do you want to do after high school?

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

43. Do you smile at strangers?

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

46. What are you paranoid about?

47. Have you ever been high?

48. Have you ever been drunk?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

53. Favourite makeup brand?

54. Favourite store?

55. Favourite blog?

56. Favourite colour?

57. Favourite food?

58. Last thing you ate?

59. First thing you ate this morning?

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

62. Been arrested? For what?

63. Ever been in love?

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

65. Are you hungry right now?

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

67. Facebook or Twitter?

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

69. Are you watching tv right now?

70. Names of your bestfriends?

71. Craving something? What?

72. What colour are your towels?

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

75. Favourite animal?

76. What colour is your underwear?

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

80. What colour pants?

81. Favourite tv show?

82. Favourite movie?

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

87. First person you talked to today?

88. Last person you talked to today?

89. Name a person you hate?

90. Name a person you love?

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

92. In a fight with someone?

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

95. Last movie you watched?

96. Favourite actress?

97. Favourite actor?

98. Do you tan a lot?

99. Have any pets?

100. How are you feeling?

101. Do you type fast?

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

103. Can you spell well?

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

108. What should you be doing?

109. Is something irritating you right now?

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

111. Do you have trust issues?

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

113. What was your childhood nickname?

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

115. Do you play the Wii?

116. Are you listening to music right now?

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

118. Do you like Chinese food?

119. Favourite book?

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

121. Are you mean?

122. Is cheating ever okay?

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

125. Do you believe in true love?

126. Are you currently bored?

127. What makes you happy?

128. Would you change your name?

129. What your zodiac sign?

130. Do you like subway?

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

134. Can you count to one million?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

137. How tall are you?

138. Curly or Straight hair?

139. Brunette or Blonde?

140. Summer or Winter?

141. Night or Day?

142. Favourite month?

143. Are you a vegetarian?

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

145. Tea or Coffee?

146. Was today a good day?

147. Mars or Snickers?

148. What’s your favourite quote?

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

Harder to Breathe - Supernatural - Part 4

Days passed and I heard nothing from Sam, Dean or Cas. I imagine Dean told them some bullshit lie about them putting my life in danger for being around me for too long. I spent my time moving from room to room to room, crying on their beds and breathing in their scents that still lingered on their bed sheets and pillows. It slowly faded, but I did find a shirt of Sam’s that he must’ve left by accident, it’s sleeve poking out from under his bed. I searched Dean’s room for something he might have left, but there was nothing.

After a while, I got too dehydrated from crying and imagined Sam telling me off for not eating or drinking right. As I was rummaging through cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, I found a stash of whiskey, scotch and more whiskey hidden away at the back of a cupboard.

I took one of the bottles of whiskey out and poured myself a glass, downing it fast. I quickly downed another, then another and one more before my eyes were watering and I felt sobs coming on. I took the bottle to Dean’s room with me and sat on his bed, imagining the last good time I saw him here. He was on his stomach in his briefs, moaning in pleasure as I rubbed the knots out of his shoulders as the smell of deep heat engulfed the room.

I fell asleep on his bed, my phone still in my jean pocket and the empty bottle falling to ground to the side of me.

-

When I woke up, my head was throbbing. I blinked my eyes open and let my eyes adjust to the darkness around me. I didn’t recognise my surroundings. I felt my phone digging into me still. I started squirming, but soon realised I couldn’t move my hands, they were tied to something. I squinted, trying to see what was happening. My head hurt too much to think.

Suddenly, the lights came on, making me groan in pain. I felt like I was going to throw up. I swallowed my spit in hope that I didn’t, but when I saw the King of Hell walking towards me, it didn’t help and before I could help it, my vomit was covering the ground the side of me. He made a disgusted face before shaking his head.

He cut my hands loose and I rotated my wrists. Crowley stared at me, narrowing his eyes. “What?” I asked harshly.

“Oh, that’s no way to talk to an old friend, is it?” he grinned. “I’m going to make you cry,” he whispered into my ear, making a shudder move throughout my body. His laugh was loud and obnoxious, and his breath smelt terrible.

“Clean this up,” he commanded to some demons. They came with a hose and washed it away behind me. “Your little boy toys aren’t gonna find you this time,” he said. I rolled my eyes, spitting at his feet. “You little bitch,” he hissed, slapping me across the cheek.

Each day I was here was filled with Crowley and other demons coming and defacing my body. I had cuts and bruises and wounds that I couldn’t even describe. My body felt heavy, like gravity was pulling me down more than usual. My hair was matted and blood was mixed through it. I didn’t get my regular hose down this time. On my second day, Crowley cut my hands free and let me eat. In that time I was by myself, I quickly pulled my phone out and dialled Dean’s number.

He didn’t answer, but I left a message. “Dean, Dean, I need your help. Please. Crowley’s got me again. I need you to get me out of here, Dean. You said this wasn’t going to happen again. I – I can’t handle any more of this. Hel-,” I cut my own message off, shoving the phone back in my pocket quickly and shoving food down my throat as I heard someone walking closer to the door of this room.

More days passed, but I didn’t get the chance to call Dean or Sam. The torture had been getting worse and worse. Crowley and the other demons didn’t let the wounds heal properly, so they would just make new ones over the other day-old ones. I got fed every two days, but it was just stale pieces of bread and sometimes there was some rice.

I didn’t keep count of the days but I knew my phone definitely would’ve died by now. Crowley kept trying, doing worse things every day but I still refused to let my tears shed. I would not let this bastard see me cry. He laughed when I screamed out in agony – he smirked when I spat blood out at him. I hated him with all my being, and I told him every day, without fail, how much I hated him and the scum bags that worked with him.

He liked to tease me. He liked to sing my favourite song to me. The song that my friendship with Sam and Dean was built around – it was our song. “…Getting harder and harder to breathe… Is it getting harder to breathe now, Alexa?”

One day, I felt blood rushing down the side of my face, but I couldn’t remember what had happened. I kept fading in and out of consciousness and I slurred all my words together. I knew that I wasn’t going to last any longer than a day or two, and so did Crowley.

I felt my hands being cut down and one of Crowley’s brutes lift me over his shoulder and I felt myself smile, thinking of the time I went with Sam and Cas to the beach. The day we gave Cas a crash course in how to swim. “Put me down, Sammy,” I slurred into the back of the demon, but he just grunted, throwing me into the back of a car.

The car drove sloppily, swerving all over the place. It was so bright outside that I couldn’t focus on where we were going. I recognised some of the sounds outside though. The sounds of water gushing and trees swaying in the breeze were evident. I could see massive patches of green grass and a massive body of deep blue water. It wasn’t the ocean – definitely not – it was a lake of some kind. When we parked, Crowley grabbed my arm tightly and led me to the jetty that went to the middle of the lake. I felt myself getting more and more nervous as the seconds passed.

I knew what he was going to do. “Now, love, I know you can swim, so I have to take some precautions,” he told me, spinning me around so I was facing the water while he tied my hands behind my back. He also tied my feet together. I felt tears welling up in my eyes – I wanted to cry – but I was too dehydrated and had lost too much blood to even let one fall. I was thankful for that. In my last moments, I wasn’t going to be crying or begging for my life.

Crowley faced me, a crooked grin stretching across his face. “Say hello to ol’ John for me when you get down there,” I gasped. I knew he was talking about the boys’ father. I shook my head one last time, my stomach riddled with nerves and I thought that I should at least put up a little bit of a fight.

I struggled against Crowley as he moved me closer to the edge of the jetty. “Don’t start now,” Crowley tutted, making me struggle against him even more. It took all of my strength to fight back. I had no energy left in my body and I could feel blood dried on my stomach, arms, hands, face, legs and everywhere else, reminding me of how tried and sore I was.

There was a weight attached to my legs, making it even harder to struggle against him. As a last result, I started screaming until my throat was dry. “SAM,” I called out into the nothingness around us. Crowley started laughing at me. “Please, come on, CAS,” was my second yell. Just as I was thrown over the edge, I managed to say two more words before the cool water consumed me. “Dean, please.”

As I felt myself sinking, deeper and deeper into the water, all I could think of was the song Harder to Breathe. I could hear the lyrics and music playing faintly in my head. When it gets cold outside, and you got nobody to love…

I struggled with as much force as I could to try and get my hands or legs free, but it was no use. The weight kept pulling me down, down, down. I knew I could hold my breath for longer than a lot of people could – I was a swimmer. I swam a lot as a child. I loved the water.

I saw black spots starting to appear at the edges of my eyes, making me realise that the inevitable was going to happen. I lost all hope that someone would come and rescue me. I let go of all the hatred, anger, sorrow that I had been harbouring and I felt better. I let go of every bad thought that I had floating around in my head and I felt better. As my lungs were burning more than any amount of running could ever cause, I felt myself close my eyes and everything went black.

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams. Is there anyone out there, cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe…

THIRD PERSON

As Crowley walked away from the edge of the jetty, he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god that’s over,” he muttered to himself. “Now, to tell the boys,” he pulled out his phone and called Dean, thinking that it fit most as her last word was his name. Dean answered on the second ring.

“Hello?” his voice was thick and sleepy.

“Oh, hello Dean,” Crowley sang.

“Crowley? Where is she? What have you done with her?” when Crowley all but laughed at him, he yelled, “Tell me where she is, goddamn it!”

“Oh, she’s at the bottom of Silver Lake, Delaware, Dean,” he smirked to himself. Dean hung the phone up, making Crowley laugh even more. This was a good day.

-

Silver Lake was in Dover, Delaware. Sam, Cas and Dean had been trying to track Crowley and his demons to find Alex. After Dean had gotten that message from her, he immediately started tracking. He had to find her. He couldn’t let her die.

He got scared, okay? Truth be told, he loved Alex just as much as she loved him. He hadn’t realised until Sam literally slapped it into him after she left him that message. The three of them were in a town over from Dover, so if Dean drove really, really fast, he could be there in minutes.

He drove as fast as he could, with Sam and Cas both staying as silent as possible. When they arrived at Silver Lake, it had been only seven minutes. He looked around the lake for places where she could be, but he couldn’t find any signs of a struggle or a disturbance.

“Dean!” Sam said, pointing somewhere. “The jetty!” and Dean was off, running to the very end of the jetty as fast as he could. He dived into the water, head first and he found her immediately. The water was clear and he swum down to her body. Her eyes were closed, making him want to throw up. He couldn’t have been too late. He went straight for the weight, dragging her through the water and cut it off her. He brought her to the surface where Sam hauled her out of the water and started CPR.

  Dean paced all along the jetty, watching Sam and the lifeless Alex. Dean lost track of time, as he watched, as he waited. Cas was there, trying to comfort him as best as he could. Dean was grateful for him being there. It gave him some sort of hope. He didn’t know why it did or what it was, but something about Cas standing with him, with Cas’s hand on Dean’s shoulder, comforted him.

Sam pulled back from her and looked up at Dean. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat. “Why’re you stopping, Sam? You can’t stop! You have to save her! Sam, please, I – I can’t – I need her,” Dean was sobbing now. It was the first time Cas had seen Dean this upset. Sam shook his head.

“I – I think she’s…” he trailed off.

“No, she can’t be, Sammy!” Dean wailed. “No!” he was shaking his head. He was shivering, still wet from when he brought her up. He launched himself forward so he was on his knees next to her cold body. Her lips and face were pale. He didn’t like seeing her like this. Dean grabbed her hand with both of his, squeezing it as tight as he could and prayed.

“If there’s any angel out there that’s listening, I need you. I need you and you’re healing powers to come down here and save the only person that I’ve ever loved. Please…” he was still crying over her body. Sam and Cas watched on in silence. Sam was crying. Cas didn’t know what was happening. He had never experienced this emotion as a human. He felt his heart pounding. It felt like it was going to jump out of his mouth. His eyes and throat were burning and it felt like there was a sack of potatoes weighing his stomach down.

Suddenly, in a blur of wings, a woman was standing in front of Dean and Alex’s body. Dean looked up at her. “Ellen?” he asked his voice heavy with sorrow.

“Dean,” she said, smiling. “Stand up,” he stood up and in a rush, he hugged her. Sam ran over and hugged her too.

“You – you’re an angel now?” Sam asked. Ellen shook her head, a faint laugh echoing around them.

“No, don’t be stupid – not anyone can become an angel. An angel let me borrow some of his grace to help you,” she told them. She leaned down and touched Alex’s forehead, and her back arched and she breathed in. She then started coughing up water. Sam dropped to his knees and helped Alex.

“She’s pretty, Dean,” she paused. “Treat her right,” she smiled, touching his shoulder.

“You know I will,” he nodded.

“Bye Dean, goodbye Sam,” she waved and she disappeared.

-

Cas carried Alex’s cold body to the car. He was the only one that hadn’t had water on him that whole time, meaning he was the warmest. Dean sat in the passenger seat, his eyes constantly on the sleeping Alex while Sam drove and Cas sat next to his friend, her hand in his.

 Dean smiled faintly to Cas, who returned it. It took a little less than a day to get to the bunker. Cas carried her out of the car and into the bunker where he placed her on the bed that was mine. It smelt like whiskey and Chinese. Dean scrunched his nose up at the scent but went to work on finding some warm clothes for Alex.

She was lying still on the bed, asleep. He changed her clothes as carefully as possible and after kicking his shoes off, climbed into the bed with her and fell asleep with her.

-

FIRST PERSON – ALEX

I stirred, spinning around so I was on my side. I felt something warm beside me. If I’m not in a nice heaven that has a nice beach and my parents aren’t here, I’m personally going to climb out of hell and into heaven. I opened my eyes hesitantly and saw Dean’s sleeping face. What was happening? Aren’t I dead? I poked Dean’s cheek and yes, he was very real. I poked him again and he groaned, opening his eyes.

He saw me and his eyes widened. “You’re awake,” he said, his morning voice cracking.

“I’m alive, apparently.”

“Yeah, yeah, called in a favour. You know how it is,” he said, a grin stretching across his face. I smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly good,” I said, confused. I looked at my arm, where I knew there was a gash that was going to scar. There was a small scar there. I was even more confused. How did I heal so quickly? “Dean Winchester if you made a cross-roads deal I am going to kill you right now,” I said, shaking my head.

“What? No. No, no,” he shook his head. “No one did,” he said.

“Good,” I smiled. He leaned forward, closer to me.

“Guess what?” he asked a smirk on his face.

“What?”

He kept getting closer and closer to me. I could feel the heat of his body getting closer to me. I shivered, realising how cold I was. He pulled me closer to him and pressed his pink lips to mine. I gasped. He pulled back. “I love you, too.”

YAY SO THIS IS IT.

I hope you liked it! It was my first time ever posting anything to the internet so don’t be too harsh pls.

Love you allllllll. 

ADMIN C.

Maybe I’m just feeling hateful but crybaby!reader is always SCARRYYY similar to LITERALLL childrens behavior is so horrifying to see in so many fanfics what are we doing y’all