blueRenah

I. We sit on the couch, passing the night by watching scary movies. I laugh when you startle and press into your side of the couch, trying to escape the danger on the screen. I wake up, wondering why I'm on the couch, at what point did I fall asleep during the movie, why you're right there next to me instead of on the other side of the couch like I last remembered. You go home but you text me. I reply, thinking little of anything. You send a text that looks as if it's intended for someone else, something about having had fun the previous night and thinking you like me a little more than what friendship entails. I play stupid because it's ea

"Family don't end in blood, son." It was something Bobby had said to Dean once. It had been his way of telling Dean that he was family too. Which Dean knew anyway. His family had always been Sam, but now Bobby was added into it as well. And even more recently, Dean added Cass into their not-quite-so-happy little family. Because it's Dean Winchester and that's the highest honor he could ever give to someone. To tell them that they rank right up there with Sam... There is absolutely nothing else Dean could ever say to prove how much he cares for them, and one would be hardpressed to ever get him to even try. Watching Cass become corrupt and le

The scenery didn't change each time he opened his eyes, much to Castiel's dismay. The grass was covered in a snowy frost and all the trees around him were barren. But, then, maybe he didn't really want it to change. He could easily move from here, couldn't he? Be gone and back in the blink of an eye. Of course he could. But he didn't do it. This was serving as his current Heaven. Because as Castiel would be quick to point out, there were multiple Heavens. Each individual soul created their own Heaven. But, Castiel was an angel and he had no soul. So he traveled to others' Heavens. He didn't know whose the current barren park of a Heaven belo

I was pacing. Sometimes pacing was just a nice little way to be doing something when you didn't really know what else to do. We'd just been saddled with some serious information. And power. And we were going to try this stuff out. I was nervous. Beyond nervous. And felt completely stupid. And I didn't even have those emotions all to myself, thanks to my slug friend in my head. That's right, you don't know, do you? Well, maybe you do. If you don't, here's where you find out. If you do, well, here's a refresher if you're rusty. I've got a Yeerk in my head. This gray alien that looks like a slug and lives off Kandrona rays. His name's Famir...

How many more times could he screw up? How many more times could he find himself wishing he hadn't opened his mouth? That he didn't end up feeling like his stomach was empty and cold and his heart didn't tense up in his chest? Because it was all he seemed to feel anymore. And there was only one way he'd found to deal with it. "Kat, you alright?" "No, you idiot!" The girl looked like she just might bite his head off. "You made it leak! It's leaking! I can't use it now!" She was holding a bottle. Her eyes were narrowed and full of anger. "My hair! It's going to have ugly-ass brown roots, and it's all your fault!" "Not my fault you don't like

Ever since he could remember, Joseph Holden had one hero and one hero only. It was his father. After all, what boy doesn't grow up looking to his father as his hero? Joe didn't know and he didn't care to know. He knew who his hero was, and that was good enough for him. It had been two years since his father died. It haunted the twenty-one year old. His father was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. For this reason, Joe did his best to live up to the expectations that had been placed on him when the man was still alive. "You're the oldest, Joe." "Your sister can't learn this stuff like you can." "It's up to you to protect her."

He tapped his feet. Maybe it was annoying someone, maybe it wasn't. Honestly, he didn't care either way. It was just something he did when he was nervous. Just like laughing was something he did when something was funny. That was just how it worked. Boy, was he nervous. He didn't do things like this. This was something completely new to him, and he really really really wasn't sure he liked it. At all. The door was too dark of a red. It only was making him feel even more uneasy. Dark colors did that to him. The house wasn't too bad of a shade in its own right, but he could never enjoy something that had such a dark colored door. And a red one