Iam-Sherlocked23

Adam found himself topless and bare foot, strapped to a table. He couldn’t remember how he got here. The last thing he could remember was being told by Zachariah that he was some elaborate ploy to get too Dean when said hunter tricked Zachariah into getting stabbed. After that Adam couldn’t remember a thing. The straps around his wrists clinked as he struggled to get free. “Do not struggle Adam, you will need your strength” said a voice from behind him. He knew that voice, he had heard it just before he had ended up here. It was the voice of Michael the archangel. Thinking he had no vessel, Adam shut his eyes and exp

Some people think that if you're an angel, then you'd have wings. But does anyone ever think about HOW exactly they get their wings? Well it's actually hard for them, and can be VERY painful depending on how long they take to form. The younger you are, the more painful it can be. Usually the wings sprout from ages 4 to 12. But if you can manage to spout wings at 4...then you'd have to deal with a butt load of pain. Take Gods eldest Michael, he sprouted his wings at 10, so he had it easy. Lucifer sprouted at 8 so it wasn't as smooth. But at the moment, their wings weren't important at all. It was Gabriel's wings they had to worry about. For we

“Dinner!” Sam called, his voice traveling through the halls of the bunker. Sighing, you unplugged the heating pad you had pressed to your stomach and got up from your bed, albeit painfully. You were having some pretty bad cramps today, but hopefully a good meal would make you feel better. Walking to the main room, you saw Dean and Cas were already there, helping Sam put out plates heaping with pasta. You sat down, the room silent for a moment as everyone started eating. “Oh, (yn), I forgot to tell you.” Dean started. “We have a job tomorrow, a vampire nest in Indiana. Be packed and ready in the morning.”

“Hey guys, what do we need from the shops?” I called, grabbing some money to do the bunker’s weekly shop. “Just the usual really… Nothing special.” Sam called back, and I then made my way to the garage to fetch my car. I arrived soon after at the shops, and quickly gathered everything I needed, not liking being out in the open. A lot of monsters knew I worked with the Winchesters as a researcher, and would always take any opportunity possible to capture me and my knowledge. As I had just finished loading my stuff into the car, I heard someone cough behind me, and when I turned around a man was standing beh

I blew my nose for the thousandth time that day before flopping back down into my bed, hoping Sam, Dean, Cas or Michael would bring me a glass of water soon to soothe my throat. Over the winter I had had many small colds, and now I had a massive one, and I felt worse than when we faced down Pestilence. It was just my luck that I got ill at a time when there was no apocalypse, no Darkness and no Leviathan, only things to celebrate, and I detested my body for it. I let out a huff before a massive coughing fit shook my whole body and a tentative knocking came from the door. "______, please may I come in? I have a glass of water and some tablet

I groaned as I woke up to a body pressing against mine. I frowned and rubbed my eyes, before my gaze fell on a mess of black hair and a body draped over mine, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my waist as the male shook and sobbed. “Shhh… Michael, it’s ok… you’re safe now.” I whispered, causing him to jump and look up at me guiltily. “I-I a-am sorry _-____... I did n-not mean t-to wake you…” The archangel murmured, looking up at me with tear filled eyes. I could tell he was trying to hold them back, so I unwrapped his arms and sat up, moving him so that we were sitting on the side of

I snapped my book shut and huffed in frustration as I heard the arguing start. “Here we go again…” I murmured, standing and walking towards the commotion. A couple of weeks ago, Sam and Dean had left a human Lucifer and Michael on my doorstep, begging for me to look after them. I had taken them in as I didn’t think they were going to be too much trouble, but boy was I wrong. They were constantly fighting, so I couldn’t have a moments piece, and even when they weren’t you could taste the tension in the air. As I neared the living room I could make out some phrases and knew they were arguing about why Michae

I sighed in boredom and began to poke Lucifer, hoping to get a reaction out of him. The blonde just slammed my hand and went back to reading, causing me to glare at him before turning my attention elsewhere. Raphael was watching TV with Michael, and Gabriel was playing on my computer. “You guys are so boring…” I muttered, before standing and walking into the kitchen to get myself something to eat. I reached to get some whipped cream before the best idea ever came to mind. I smirked before grabbing some ice cubes out the freezer and sneaking into the living room. I walked over to Gabriel first, but decided at the last minute

I bit my lip as I tried to tear through the bonds that this mad woman had put me in, panic starting to settle in as she pulled out a knife, smirking towards me. “Don’t worry darling, I’m not going to harm you- not yet at least.” “What do you mean? And who are you?” I asked, mentally going through all the people I could have upset but coming up with no one. “Oh, you don’t need to know my name, just know that I’m a witch and you are a very important ingredient for my next spell.” The witch explained which just confused me even more. “What? What spell?” “Well, let

I let out a huff and hung upside down off my bed, looking around for anything to do. Sam and Dean had gone on a hunt and at first I was happy I had the bunker to myself, but after a day everything had gotten a bit boring; I had already raided the kitchen, destroyed the boys’ rooms and nearly burnt down the kitchen trying to make some breakfast, leaving me with nothing more to do. “Why is there nothing to do?” I moaned, before an idea struck me. I sat bolt upright and called out to my favourite angel, who always brightened up my day. “Luci! I need you!” I called, and there was a flutter of wings behind me straig