SupernaturalSickness

The motel room Castiel dropped into from the ether was empty, the warding against angels on Dean and Sam's ribs doing their work. It looked like the right place, the brothers' familiar duffels beside their beds, a flannel shirt draped over the back of a chair, a couple empty beer bottles on the table. Cas sat down on Dean's bed, resigned to waiting for as long as it took for the brothers to come back. It wasn't anything urgent anyway, otherwise he'd called. Ignoring the irritatingly gnawing thought that he could have simply called anyway, Castiel didn't look at the thought and his reasons very closely. The unfamiliar, indescribable and urgent need to see Dean face to face pumping through his grace with a force he’d never felt before. He looked around, his thoughts coming to a halt when he saw the open door to the bathroom, the floor wet, informing him that someone had been taking a shower not long ago. The image of Dean standing under the spray came forth into his mind’s eye

''So let me get this straight.'' You started, repeating everything Dean had just told you in your head before checking if you heard him right. ''Jon has been missing for a couple of days during a hunt. Because of a single hunch, only you seem to be able to feel. You barge into Sam's life and ask him to join you?'' You started, glancing over at the youngest Winchester who gave you a nod. Dean seemed uncharacteristically quiet. ''The reason you didn't join Jon was because of...'' You trailed off, not being able to remember what Dean had said. ''A voodoo thing in New Orleans, it was my gig.'' Dean filled you in. You nodded, snapping your fingers, remembering again. ''What was Jon hunting exactly?'' You sighed, they had only filled you in on the backstory of the two of them together, working on a hunt. They had told you about the way Dean had snuck in in the middle of the night, the two of them fighting. Sam's girlfriend, Jessica, wandering in and them leaving to find their Dad. ''About

"Stop it!" A scream ripped from your lips. You were was lying on your back in bed, and this horrible feeling had started in your chest a couple of seconds ago. It was an intense pain like something was clawing at it, but you couldn't see the thing that was doing it. Looking down, you could see blood seeping through the once white fabric of your pyjama shirt. You were horrified as the tears that had been sitting in the corners of your eyes started to stream down your horrified face. "Please, stop!" you yelled again, as painful screams filled the room. Closing your eyes, you hoped it would all just go away. For a second it did, but then the clawing at your chest had warped into the feeling of something digging into it, and your eyes snapped open at the sudden impact. You tried to look around to take in your surroundings, but your eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness of the room just yet. You could feel a cold sweat had started to form on your shaking body while your heart was pounding

Halloween night (S01EP1. pt I) "Alright, we are closing off for the night. Could you hand me those keys, please?" You jumped slightly at the question of your co-worker, you were so deep in your own thoughts you had forgotten where you were for a second. Turning your gaze to the left to see a key with a bright red keychain attached to it laying behind the reception desk you were leaning on and gave a small nod while handing it over. Adriana took the keys from your hand, giving you a puzzled look before turning it into a soft smile. "Daydreaming again?" You nodded while forcing back a yawn that was threatening to come out. "You have been quiet the entire shift, are you having those dreams again?" "They keep coming back." You nodded, still trying to fight the urge to yawn. You had been tired this entire evening, and you weren't going to let this feeling win, not now, not ever. "They are getting worse and worse... And lately, it has been the same one. Every.Single. Night" Adriana gave