Sarcastic Bitch. Xo
Star-gazer. Rock climber. Coffee drinker.♡
OKAY OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT
DEREK BECOMES FULLY HUMAN
AND HE GETS MORTALLY WOUNDED AND IS DYING
AND SCOTT “NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO DIE” MCCALL
- Police: 911, what is your emergency?
- TW Fandom: he touched her face
- Police: excuse me?
- Me: HE TOUCHED HER FACE
- Police: *dial tone*
"Puppy Eyes" One Shot
Original imagine: ♠
Warnings: …dogs? Some mention of violence and mild language.
Word count: 4803 (sorry, got carried away)
Summary: Imagine a witch turning Dean into a dog and him being really affectionate towards you and sleeping in your bed. But the spell wears off in the middle of the night and you wake up cuddling with Dean.
A/N: The imagine was absolutely perfect so I’m sorry if this doesn’t really live up to the dream.
How much trouble could one witch cause?
Quite a lot, apparently.
One would think that three hunters – two of which were the Winchesters for Christ’s sake – against a single witch that’s been throwing hexes left and right would win the moment they got through the front door.
Well, we thought so too. And we were oh, so wrong. We had forgotten that witches were not only capable of divination but could also read minds. In simpler terms – she knew we were coming. And so the Witch Killing Spell we had didn’t even have a chance to work. The ingredients sprayed on the floor and the spell died in Sam’s throat as the three of us dodged the knives the witch threw in our direction.
“You wrecked me and
when you aren’t quick enough to screenshot an embarrassing snapchat of your friend