QueenOfGallifrey

   They always taught you that the past is a painful sight. That it had nothing but bad memories held within it. They promised good futures. Nothing but happiness to come your way.    They lied. The past wasn't terrible. It held a beautiful memory that seemed to slip your mind. But it wasn't your fault. The only reason you knew of the memory was because it came to you in a dream many years ago. It wasn't truly yours to begin with. It was from a last life. A life from a long time ago. Softly skipping, you begin to make your way to school.  Plush snow falls from the sky. The snow makes small patterns in your hair. A giggle slips out of your

Dear readers, when you see this *  that means that theres something in the description about the story. mostly pictures. be sure to look! it helps me to see these kinds of things. ---------------------------------------- “I’ve called this meeting because I have news! Man on the Moon has given me a message! There is going to be a new guardian!” North said excitedly to everyone. Tooth heard, but was busy with collecting teeth, Sandy was asleep. the only two who really seemed to be paying attention was Bunnymund and Jack. “It’s not going to be a leprechaun is it?” Bunnymund asked. He didn’t like the l

The acoustics were not the best, Dean decided. It was the low ceiling and the lack of an entire wall that did it. Through the years, the garage has been the birthplace for the majority of the world's musical talents, even the Beetles had to start out somewhere, though Dean thought inwardly that even Ringo in his younger years had had better sense than to nurture his musical genius in a small, damp excuse for a garage. But it was adequate for their band, if they could even call themselves that. The four of them were not the best but they could carry a tune and Crowley was a demon on the guitar. Dean was reduced to bass while Sam expressed his

Dean knew there was something missing but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. Then it dawned on him. "That's it. Sammy, pass the whipped cream." "Do you ever stop eating?" asked Sam with a grimace as he watched his brother inhale his fourth slice of pie. "Not when it tastes this good." Sam just rolled his eyes and scribbled down a note from his maths book. "Do you ever stop studying?" said Dean, attempting to sound like Sam but finding it difficult what with a mouth full of pie and all. "Tell you what, you stop eating; I stop studying, deal?" "No deal, pie is way too special to be betted with. Come here baby, Dean will protect you.

It wasn't until Monday that Dean saw Cas again. He and Sam were currently on their way into town, his guitar slung across his back. Sam had seemed insistent that he bring it but for what he was still in the dark about. Actually, he didn't know where they were going either. Man, I really must have been spaced out when I agreed to this, he thought, whatever this is. His mind had still been stuck on that Saturday past. He'd just happened to bump into (though not literally this time) Cas in the supermarket and they actually had a good time. Well, as good a time as anyone can have in a supermarket. Crowley and the other guy Cas had introduced as

Dean was nervous. Dean was never nervous so that fact freaked him out even more. He was currently making his way to Castiel's place to pick him up for their date. Date, the word making the Winchester even more anxious than he already was. He wasn't worried that said date was with a guy; Dean wasn't homophobic and Cas was an amazing person. That's what worried him though. Cas was just so perfect that Dean though that if he messed this up… the idea didn't bear thinking about. He was now outside the bakery. He glanced at his watch. He was a little early but he went around the back and up the stairs anyway. He raised his hand to knock on th