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     “Hey dad?” John Jr. asked as he played with his favorite transformer sitting on his bed. Dean looked up to his son and gently took his toy and set it on his nightstand.     “Yeah kiddo?” Dean asked tucking little John Winchester into bed. John was about four. One night he was just about shoved into Dean’s hands as one of his one night stands ran off before Dean could chase after her. That was three years ago when his son, who was by luck named John, about one. After that night you, Sam, and Dean went to the hospital to get him checked up and tested to see if he truly was Dean’s. W

"I don't care if you approve of our friendship or not, ok? Phil's my best friend, and only friend." Dan tried to explain to his mother. They had been arguing over whether Phil could be Dan's friend or not. "Dan, he's gay! Did you know that? How can you possibly stand to be around something like that?" His mother asked, completely disregarding Phil as a person. "What if I was gay mom," he huffed. "what would you do about it? What if I was in love with him?" "Dan-" "No mom, he's been here for me for years, through everything, and he's still here." His mother crossed her arms. She practically had steam coming from her ears. "Dan, how do you not

    “Damn it!” Dean swore, slicing through yet another vampire.    When Sam had told him that the nest was big, he didn’t think he’d meant it was big. What Dean had assumed was maybe ten, fifteen at the most vampires turned out to be closer to a number in the high forties. If he’d known Sam meant it was that big of nest, he never would’ve told him he could take it on alone.      The one thing that bugged Dean the most about this was if Sam knew the nest was this big, why did he let him go alone in the first place? Dean’d tell you why, it was because he told him he could take the night off to be wit

“Daddy!” Dean smiled as his blonde haired little girl stumbled into his arms and he lifted her up. “Hey, baby girl!” Mary smiled and wrapped her small arms around his neck, giggling. “What's up?” “Da's playing with John!” Dean chuckled and carried her into the living room, smiling as he saw Castiel playing monster trucks with their young son. He noticed that perhaps John needed a hair cut; his blonde hair was starting to get in the way of his big blue eyes.  He set down his green eyed princess, watching her stumble over to her brother and Da. She grabbed a sparkling blue monster truck and join

"I swear to god if my class bursts out into song one more time!" Dean grumbled over his tater tots in the cafeteria, sitting at a table in the highschool he and Sam were working a job at. He was a coach (for the moment), not some pansy musical host. "Come on Dean, it's a lot better than homicidal teenagers" Sam quipped back, rubbing the juice box on his head on the side of his temple where a headache no amount of great English literature could fix was throbbing away. "Homicidal I can deal with, but these kids burst out into songs about feelings and all sorts of bullshit I'm not prepared to deal with" Dean grumbled right back, stealing a hun

Title: Troublesome Truths (part 2) Pairing: Dean x male!reader Words: ~2,400 A/N: So many times have people requested me to write a part two to Troublesome Truths (link) and so many times I’ve promised I’d do it, here it finally is! Took me about a year, but hey, it’s here now! Better late than never, eh? :D This is understandable without reading the first part, I guess, but it's only 900 or so words long, so it won't take you long to check it out if you haven't already. This one'll make more sense if you read it first. ^^ Dean played with his phone, tapped his fingers against its back, his eyes going all over the place. Ei

Title: Bathrooms Pairing: Phan Author: EmzSwigglez Genre: Urm.. Weak smut? Rating: 12 Warnings: Cubicle-happiness. AND Phil's silly :3 Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil! "YEAH. FINE. WHATEVER." I heard a voice yell. I cautiously looked over to the bathroom door to see a slender, pale man looking around my age. He had jet black hair and blue eyes that shone and shimmered with a cheeky attitude. He was angrily stuffing his phone into a worn, black Dunlop bag, invaded by badges and pins about Pokemon and other amazing animes. He didn't look in a good mood, to be fair, but I didn't want to leave the bathroom. Outside there were people- c

All day, Levi had been searching for something. In the stables, desks, kitchen, training grounds, etc. . .He has been looking for something, ever since he came back from a little personal 'trip'. But, what..? What was he looking for..? Some would ask, but he refused to say what. So everyone was left wondering, What did, Corporal Levi, lose..? Well, that was solved when a tall, handsome, young fellow was seen walking around the halls like a clueless puppy. With something in his hand. . . Who was this guy? Many thought, and why is he here? Why is he so smexy? The smexy stranger wandered the halls until he decided to ask for some help. So

WARNING: Mild sexual content and language. Strong language (I mean come on. It's Levi) The wind was whipping your (Short/long/choppy etc.) hair around as you sped through the trees. You had a gleeful smile on your face and you were laughing. You loved the feeling of zooming in the air, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your blood. Some of the other cadets gave you weird looks for laughing but you shrugged them off. “Oi! Shitty brat! What are you laughing at?!” Levi yelled at you. “Nothing, Levi~! Just enjoying the feel of being in the air!” you responded. “Fucking idiot,” Levi growled under his