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Love & Deception Chapter One Angelhood & Vesselhood I gazed down with weary eyes onto the sickening depths and watched as the darkness of pestilence crept across the surface. A lack of love was screaming desperately from the brooding pit, and a nauseating sense of overall Godlessness plagued the hearts and souls of the common population. I felt disgusted just looking at it and feeling its hateful disease. The world suffered from a Godless Bronchitis, which strangled it to a bloody death, and I had no medication to fix it; I just had to watch. It was my job to watch, for God had assigned me that position. I was to watch and weep as the world

Supernatural Fan Fiction Dean x Original Character “How about dinner?” I turn to see my coworker Hank looking at me with a hopeful look on his face. His deep brown eyes hoping I’d say yes. I let out a sigh and say, “Sorry Hank, I’ve already got plans for tonight. Maybe some other time.” He nods and then before he turns to leave says, “Oh and the boss wants to know if you’ll come in early tomorrow?” I roll my eyes as the frustration starts to grow. “Tell him I’ll be there in a second to talk to him.” He nods as he turns and walks back into the store. I look up at the McD

   I woke up in the back of the Impala, back aching. It was dark, three o'clock in the morning. Dean was driving as usual, Sam riding shotgun. We had a job, a job a little too close to home for me. Down in Carrollton, Georgia. I used to live there before I teamed up with these two idiots. Turns out the job we took was about the haunted bookstore I used to shop at.   "Oh good, you're awake. Say Ashii, what was the name of that book store again?" Dean called back to me. I sat up and looked over at Sam who had some old newspapers and Georgia history books in his lap. I rolled my eyes and smacked Dean upside the head. "Ow! The Hell!?"   "Hort

"On April 21st, 1967, the hundred millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville. A blue two door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches, Lieutenant Governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her, but they should've, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car...no, the most important object in pretty much the whole universe. She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends he'd drive around giving bibles to the poor, "getting folks right for judgement day"