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It’s weird to think that it’s almost All Hallows Eve and once again, I’m not haunting people.

Well, it’s not really that weird.

When I left the temple, I thought that was the end of it. No more following the rules of Hecate. I could stop being a witch and move into just a little bit of sorcery.
But, no. Of course not.

That would be too easy, especially for a bitch like me.

Tagged by the King himself.

Crowley.

I never meant to meet him, I had no need but a night of drinks, a little bit of murder, necromancy, possible ritual sacrifice and dancing leads to those boys showing up.

The Winchesters.

What’s worse is that they don’t stop with their bullshit of; ‘saving people, hunting things. The family business.’

I mean, holy shit. What the hell is wrong with these two?

We get it, you’re the good guys. Well done. But seriously, why can’t they just stop.

Not the hunting because we’ve all heard the rumours of what happens when they stop hunting, try to settle down and/or separate.

People get hurt and die. Which is pretty tragic.
Almost as tragic as their taste in fashion.

Seriously, what is up with all that plaid? Where the hell does it come from?

At least demons dress well. That’s a good thing. The ONLY good thing about them really.

But they’re annoying. This tag thing is so annoying. I just want it off my skin but no.

Crowley’s the son of a witch. Of fucking course. So he uses magic to tag people. Fan-fucking-tastic. So, he’s tagged me because I may of made people a get out of hell free card. So what?

It’s just a bit of harmless fun really.

They get out, keep their souls and because they’re greedy, they’ll make another deal which will then lead to them begging me for a card which I will happily give (for a price of course) and thus, the cycle continues.

Crowley doesn’t see it that way. Such a dick.

You’d think the king of demons; the lying, cheating scumbags, would be able to see the bright side in a scam.

Not when it affects him.

Or that pair of wild animals.

Moose and Squirrel.

Very fitting.

Especially now that I’m watching them sleep.

The bigger one, Sam I believe, really does look like a moose.

The Squirrel curls up in comparison.

Too bad that Douchebag McGee himself isn’t here to see this because then I could curse all three of them together.

Oh well, better now than never.

Once I’m rid of them, Crowley will remove the tag and I can go on my merry way, far away from Hecate and far away from this country.

Goodbye Winchesters, hello freedom.

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It's weird to think that it's almost All Hallows Eve and once again, I'm not haunting people.

Well, it's not really that weird.

When I left the temple, I thought that was the end of it. No more following the rules of Hecate. I could stop being a witch and move into just a little bit of sorcery.
But, no. Of course not.

That would be too easy, especially for a bitch like me.

Tagged by the King himself.

Crowley.

I never meant to meet him, I had no need but a night of drinks, a little bit of murder, necromancy, possible ritual sacrifice and dancing leads to those boys showing up.

The Winchesters.

What's worse is that they don't stop with their bullshit of; 'saving people, hunting things. The family business.'

I mean, holy shit. What the hell is wrong with these two?

We get it, you're the good guys. Well done. But seriously, why can't they just stop.

Not the hunting because we've all heard the rumours of what happens when they stop hunting, try to settle down and/or separate.

People get hurt and die. Which is pretty tragic.
Almost as tragic as their taste in fashion.

Seriously, what is up with all that plaid? Where the hell does it come from?

At least demons dress well. That's a good thing. The ONLY good thing about them really.

But they're annoying. This tag thing is so annoying. I just want it off my skin but no.

Crowley's the son of a witch. Of fucking course. So he uses magic to tag people. Fan-fucking-tastic. So, he's tagged me because I may of made people a get out of hell free card. So what?

It's just a bit of harmless fun really.

They get out, keep their souls and because they're greedy, they'll make another deal which will then lead to them begging me for a card which I will happily give (for a price of course) and thus, the cycle continues.

Crowley doesn't see it that way. Such a dick.

You'd think the king of demons; the lying, cheating scumbags, would be able to see the bright side in a scam.

Not when it affects him.

Or that pair of wild animals.

Moose and Squirrel.

Very fitting.

Especially now that I'm watching them sleep.

The bigger one, Sam I believe, really does look like a moose.

The Squirrel curls up in comparison.

Too bad that Douchebag McGee himself isn't here to see this because then I could curse all three of them together.

Oh well, better now than never.

Once I'm rid of them, Crowley will remove the tag and I can go on my merry way, far away from Hecate and far away from this country.

Goodbye Winchesters, hello freedom.
Winchester's New Groove (SamXReaderXDean) Prolouge
Y/N has never been fond of the temple life, following the rules of Hecate. So, she leaves.

But to truly be free, she must kill the Winchesters so that a certain King of Hell will leave her the hell alone.

But when has magic ever been easy?

Warning: Swearing
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Hello friend. It's been a while. It's been exacly 12 hours and 14 minutes since my arrest and 16 hours, 32 minutes since my lost dosage of morphine. I've been through the usual after effects of not having morphine in my system and I've been down from my high for quite a while so I can't feel any effects. It's strange. Morphine is illegal and yet our society is fabricated on pills, powders and remedies that make people feel the way society wants the to. Where I am now,two cops are on anti-depressants and a detective takes Midol for her period so that she can continue to work despite it being a natural bodily function. Yet, if someone takes any other form of drug that the govrnment can't make money off of by tax or-

The door opens and that woman comes back. Y/N if I remember correctly. She's clever and obviously not from here judging by the accent. She walks forward and sits down in the chair in front of me, the opposite side of the metal table whih blocks the view of the camera mounted in the wall at just above the back of the chair's height.

"So, Mr Alderson, I have heard a lot about you. How you took down Evil Corp and how your ourt therapist's boyfriend reported a threat from someone matching your description. You've been cautious but cocky. That's why I'm here. I should be reporting everything you've done by recording everything you say but I want to know more about you. So, Mr Aldersn, what do you see?" She tilts her head to the left, hands clapsed under chin as she says this.

"Where are you from?"

She squints, "Excuse me?"

I repeat the question.

She removes her hands from under her chins and places them in her lap. "I see you've picked up on my accent. No, I'm not from here, I'm from Y/C (Y/S). Now I want you to answer me. What do you see?"

I don't raise my head to look around. "First, the room itself. It has plain white walls that have many cacks, probably from violent interviews that haven't been patched over. Second, there are three cameras. One behind you that has been blocked by you. One on the cieling next to the light and another mounted in the corner. There are two chairs and a singular thin table so this is an interview room. Thirdly, door has a lock on the outside. Forthly, the floor is grey like cement. Last of all, in the seat opposite me is a good-looking woman dressed in a black pencil skirt with a white blouse and heels. No make-up. No accesories. Hair in a ponytail."

She smirks, "Exactly. There are cameras. These cameras are replaying a loop of you sitting here all alone, doing absolutly nothing for the time we've been in here and a remaining 3 minutes and 42 seconds approximately. Also, the cameras outside this hallway are replaying a video of just that. A hallway. The audio for every camera had to be cut off however. But, what's a girl to do. Anyway, you have two choices. One, you can leave before I do and not tuurn back but you'll have to be quick. Or, you can stay here and if you mention I was here, no one will believe you. They'l think you've gone mad or have gotten your hands on more morphine which will ensure more time in isolation. The choice is yous."

What do I gain if I stay? She could be lying but why risk her job.

I stand up pushing the chair back and I walk towards the door and open it before pulling my hood up. Before the door closes I look back at her. She doesn't turn around as the door closes. I take a step forward.

"Oh, Mr Alderson, before I forget, don't talk to anyone from FSociety if you wish to see me again and thank you for the flattery. Good day."

I can't hear if she moves so I do. I walk briskly down the corridor but I can't help but wonder, will I ever see her again?
Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? 3
Elliot Anderson x Reader
Y/C means your country
If you're from America the option for your state is in brackets.
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It’s been days since I’ve told them everything and they’ve moved me down into a dark room, strapped into a chair with a red pattern on the floor.

I should of been honest. I shouldn’t of lied. But I need to get help.

For her.

“Rise and shine, princess.” Dean’s deep voice echoes in the darkness beyond this room.

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Call you what? Princess? Would you prefer bitch who lied to us?”

I sigh, hanging my head.

Light enters the room through the doors sliding open as Dean enters, walking behind me and beginning to unchain my arms from the chair.

“What…”

“Don’t say anything. You said something about getting into Avalon right?”

“Yes, why? Do you wish to return to your duties?”

“My duties? Hell no. I’m gonna cut all ties to Oberon and you’re gonna help me.”

He couldn’t possibly mean…

“Yeah princess, that thing. See I found it in a big ol’ book about Oz that I got from a friend-”

“Charlie.” He grabs my wrists, clenching them tightly, his gaze searing into me.

“Don’t you ever say her name, ok?”

I nod and watch as he unchains my legs, still keeping one of my wrists within his grasp.

“Dean, please let go. Please. You’re hurting me.”

He chuckled darkly, pulling me into a standing position before dragging me along behind him. “Do I care?”
The ride had ended and it was hell.

Aside from the overall fear of death, the awkwardness was eating me alive.

The cute guy next to me, who is possibly a stoner, is now covered in the contents of my stomach.

“I am really sorry about this. I’m not usually like this. Generally because I don’t go on roller coasters, or lifts or bridges…”

The guy starts walking off.

“Wait. I didn’t get your name.” I jog to catch up to him as he swiftly meanders through the crowd.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter? I need to know your name so I can… apologise for…” I point at his hoodie, “…that…”

He sighs and walks out of the entrance to the park, stopping just outside and taking what looks like a cigarette from his pocket.

“Is that a joint? Or is that a cigarette? Or is that, you know…”

He turns to me, putting the cigarette to his lips and lighting it, inhaling a long drawl before exhaling a cloud of smoke, “No, it’s just a cigarette. Tobacco. Why do you care anyway?”

“Well, judging by the bluish tint around your lips despite your darker skin tone, you;re addicted to Morphine. Also, you’ve probably been snorting it because the tint is around your nose most prominently. So, you’ll be coming with me, okay?”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m supposed to be off hours but drug abuse has increased lately. NYPD, you’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you. Let’s go.”

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