We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
you can take one man’s trash to another man’s treasure but you can’t make it drink
Fun fact: the blending of idioms or cliches is called a malaphor.
My personal favorite is “We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.”
I looked it up b/c that was a very familiar idiom and how could it be wrong but then
yeah wow that’s spot on perfect
Summary: The winchesters catch you (a demon) looking for Crowley, they hold you prisoner in the dungeon before you break your way out.
A/N: I got a little carried away, it’s a bit longer than I imagined it but I had fun writing it all the same. I can see there potentially being a part 2 to this but for now its a standalone :) Hope you enjoy reading it!
She heard a gun clicking next to her head and turned around slowly to meet the Winchesters, Dean was holding the gun as Sam stood by with a knife.
Cuffs were quickly put onto her hands before she had a chance to do anything and her hands were linked together behind her back.
“Should we blindfold her” said Sam, they were leading her towards the black Impala at the roadside
Dean nodded as he dove into the boot of the car pulling out a length of black material. Tying it around her eyes they pushed her into the back of the car before driving away.
This one is for anonymous who requested: 'Imagine Crowley asking you to be his Queen but the Winchesters disapproving'
A/N: Its quite short but I hope you like it anyway, thank you for the request!
“Okay, I can do this, I can completely and totally do this” you said to yourself looking into the bathroom mirror having splashed your face with cold water.
“You love Crowley, you want to spend the rest of your life with him – you just need to get this one thing out of the way first and now is probably the best chance you’ll get”.
Crowley had proposed to you over a week ago, you’d said yes, obviously, but now came the hard part – telling Sam and Dean. Having worked with them for just under two years they’d come to see you as the younger sister they’d never had. You’d told them that you and Crowley were seeing each other but never quite how serious it was. They’d told you to be careful and you’d left it at that, and now here you were standing in the ladies bathroom trying to figure out how to tell them that you and Crowley wanted to further your relationship together.
You played through a few scenarios in your head,
- They could be really happy and congratulate you – very unlikely because Crowley is the king of freaking hell
- They’d stare at you in horror until they eventually died of old age – sort of likely or they’d just never talk to you again
- They’d kill Crowley and/or Crowley would repay the favour – the most likely of all and something that you really would rather avoid.
Request from Anon: “Please can you write a one shot about “Imagine Having a Late Night Drink and Heart-to-Heart by the Fireplace with Crowley”? :)”
A/N: Another one that I really enjoyed writing, please keep your requests coming :)
Warnings: Death of a loved one, some swearing.
“Mind if I join you” came a smooth British accent from behind you “I bring Scotch”.
You looked over from your chair to see Crowley standing there, his usual smirk on his face and carrying two glasses and a bottle of Craig. You waived your hand over to the other chair next to you before going back to your book.
Since taking up hunting with the Winchesters you’d found yourself sitting here more and more often. In front of the fireplace was your favourite place in the entire bunker, something about the mild smell of smoke, the flickering light and the warmth made it the only place you felt comfortable. You’d usually sit with a book, even surrounded by people you found yourself feeling alone at the best of times, you’d decided to fill your life with the characters in the novels – the only people able to take you away from what your life had become.
Original imagine link: ✦
Warnings: maybe little fluffy at the end
After a long time of the Winchester brothers questioning you, you were finally let back to your room. You just sat on the bed and stared at wall. Thoughts filled your mind like bees filled beehives.
’I’m such a fool. I bet they’ll call Castiel and just let him take me back. Or they might kill me. Why did I have to come in first place? Foolish child.’