Supernatural. Teen Wolf. Ghost Adventures. Doctor Who. Dark Angel. Glee. Big Time Rush. Harry Potter. The Hunger Games. Fanfiction. I get stuck in my head alot. I try to be creative, and Colin Ford's a life ruiner. I watch Supernatural, and I liveblog it... Just so you know.
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I’m sorry, I just really feel like this bears repeating:
This season. Derek and Stiles. Will be in a darkened swimming pool together.
Teen Wolf AU: Derek Hale as a mental patient
“You’re not a werewolf. You do not need to close all the blinds and stay in the corner of your room on full moons. You are not going through the transformation from Beta to Alpha. It’s all in your head. None of it is real. None of it, Derek.”
His lunges wouldn’t work, he couldn’t breath.
I was real.
He was real.
Wasn’t he?
He closed his eyes again. They told him none of it happened. He wasn’t going to turn into a furry animal when it was full moon.
But he told himself they were wrong.
But it never happened. They put a jacket on him, he couldn’t move. It was a fool moon, he felt all his rib break, his bones shattering, his body transforming into a new body.
In the morning the jacket was still tightly wrapped around him.
He screamed, he banged his head against the wall so they transferred him to a padded cell but still they couldn’t make him believe otherwise.
He woke from a caressing his face. His eyes fluttered open. The touches were so familiar that he leaned into the hand. He knew him. He had seen him before. He was his pack member. He was his.
He wanted to touch his face. Hold him to his chest but his hands were bound to the bed cuffs. He whimpered. The man sitting in his bed looked sad, older than he had remembered, leaned down resting his forehead against his.
He sobbed. He wanted to hold him so much. He struggled with the cuffs so he would get free.
“Shhh. Baby.” His voice soothes him. “Please.” His voice pleads with him. He doesn’t know what but he wants to give him what he wants. Because he was his, as much as the other way around.
“Mr Stilinsky.” Someone calls the man and he just nods. Leaving him behind.
“Stiles.” He whispers his name as he leaves him on the bed. He struggles, but he remembers. He remembers him. He remembers naked skin, soothing voice.
But he left.
He is gone.
And he has to keep him safe. Because he was the alpha.
I just wanna reblog this because it’s really good and I cried a little
plus i wanted to update that i wrote something for this
You know how this scene breaks my heart because Cas could just use his mojo to pick up the game pieces but no, he doesn’t.
YOU COULD BE DRINKING BEER AT HARVELLES
