.First Time. (Destiel 30 days OTP) OOC: I forgot a day! Oh well, I was sick and was busy with school!
Dean was finally happy that finally a place that he isn't lost or his baby(Car) isn't taking more beating than it is. He was alone in the motel room, staring at the television screen which was playing CSI. He turned on the television, slumping back in his chair thinking silently to himself. His teeth chewed on his lower lips softly, he was thinking real hard right now.
He just realized he has a crush on Castiel, an Angel from the lord, who yet to discover more human emotions. He wants to admit his feelings to him. He'll ask him out for a date, whenever he gets here. He'll take him somewhere nice, not a bar, not some crappy cafe. He wants to take Castiel to somewhere nice, with good quality food.
Right on time, Castiel appears with his dark hair covered in white fluff, snow. Castiel rubbed his hair of snow and looks at Dean. "I have returned from my short journey." He said, sitting down in the empty seat nearby.
Weather Movie (Destiel 30 days OTP) OOC: Yup here I go!
Dean finally a place where he is not trapped in middle of a snow frozen terrain or got suddenly attacked by some demon or whatever that flipped his car. His poor baby taking a beating from monsters and weather alike. He relaxed into the couch, having a bowl of popcorn. Oh he loved this motel so far right now.
He flickers through some channels, having small grin on his face. He found a movie, a movie called Metal Tornado, about a magnetic tornado from apparently someone created it. God humans are just bad to do this. He felt movement before yelling. "Gah! Fuck, Cas!" He said with a sigh through his teeth.
"What?" He said like he didn't know what he did.
"Really? You need to stop just appearing out of thin air till I notice." He said with a grunt.
"Oh. My apologies. What are you doing?" He asked him curiously.
"Watching a movie." Dean answered him, eating some of his popcorn before handing the bowl. "Try it." He suggested.
Castiel hesitated before taking smal
Were not cuddling! (Destiel, 30 OTP) OOC: These is my characters, they are based from the show but appearance and some personality is different!
Dean has no clue where the fuck he is, he just knows he doesn't want to be here. He was alone, no one around, not even Castiel who off to some angel heaven place probably enjoying himself. He tried to contact Sam but he has no connection anywhere.
He was stuck in the damn car, shivering a little bit. His car decided to die and he was out in the middle of no where in a vast hilly field place, with some trees out in the distance. He squints, swearing he saw smoke curl in the air. Chimney? Civilization? The theories played out in his mind.
He got out of the car, shivering almost instantly, he wished he has a jacket to wear. "Damn winter." He scowls, opening the trunk of his car, grabbing pistol and hiding in his jacket along with a stake and dagger. He slams the trunk shut, causing small echo but it was quiet other than a few cawing birds of ravens flying to hell knows wher
Holding Hands (Destial: 30 day OTP) OOC: No this is not the character from Supernatural but names are same and fan based on some personalities.
Dean gold eyes were staring towards the empty seat next to him, frowning. He forgotten that his younger brother, Sam, is out going his separate ways. It was so different. He chewed on his lower lip, he knows not to dwindle his thought of his brother very long. He looked forward out the windshield of his car, his baby.
"Dean.." Castiel voice broke the silence, which caused Dean to jump and yelp in surprise. "God damn it, don't do that." He said with a scowl on his face. Castiel gave him a confused expression. "Where is Sam?" He asked him.
"We went out separate ways." He said out flatly, he didn't really didn't want to discuss it.
"Separate ways? This is not good." Castiel said with his usual frown and furrowed brows. Dean glances at him and simply gave him a shrug.
"Dean wat-" It was already to late when the car just flipped into the air. Dean hand tighten around the stir
.::.The Long War Ahead.::.
- Fanfiction - Cross Over - The Long War Ahead.-
Loki glances towards his brother Thor, they were fighting for hours, the enemies showed no sign of giving up. He was clearly across the street, his brother busy at the next one down but able to see him from a distance. He didn't want to join a war or even yet help rescue Midgard from an invasion of demons and fallen angels.
Why Demons and Fallen Angels? Aren't they supposed not to exist? Guess he was wrong. It was his first encounter with these creatures and they were controlling human bodies or corpse that was lying around.
Loki swung his scepter, the side smacking into the possessed human head, a loud crack was heard as the possessed human fell down limp on the floor with blood oozing from the side of its head. This was a war, a big war and it seems more and more are just coming. The source of the trouble apparently was started when the devil's door was open due to some cult being the key to unlocking it. Well apparently two particular
.::.Possession.::. [1/?]OOC: This kind of a cross over of Supernatural and Sherlock BBC. Dean and Sam might or might not appear here.
Sherlock told John he had to go out, John asked if he wants him to accompany him. He rejected his request and says have to investigate a case alone. He didn't tell John as of where he was going. He was off to U.S. deciding to do some cases and investigation down there.
He went down the stairs, giving Mrs. Hudson his goodbyes before he was out of the flat's door. Walking to the edge of the side walk, raising his hand up, calling a cab. A black metallic cab pulled up. The door opened as he steps inside and close it behind him, whispering to the driver to the location he'll be going. To the airport.
Sherlock collected his belongings, making his way out of the airport. He was in Kansas, Kansas City Airport. He was wearing a jacket, with a blue scarf wrapped around on his neck with dark black pants. He always seen wearing his usual style, other than no clothes other than