Television Series: Supernatural, Suits, Criminal Minds, Sherlock etc
Anime: Bleach, Naruto, One Piece, Ouran High School Host Club etc
Games: Assassin's Creed etc
Pretty much anything you want guys! Just send in requests! Here one I wrote about Supernatural.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! (Except the plots in these stories… And you. Don't own you either)
Warning: The rating will change depending on what people request.
Pairing: You X Sam
Rated: T
You had worked in the same library for two years now. You knew all the regular people that came in. Hell. You even knew all the students came in and what course they were doing all thanks to the time of the year they came into the library. But when that tall (And I mean tall…) guy walked in you didn't have a clue. Yet you were desperate to find out. It wasn't everyday someone walked in and it made your heart miss a beat. You were so lost in you thoughts of who he might be you didn't hear him call you. It was only when he waved a hand in front your face that you came back from the land of fairies.
"Excuse me. Are you okay?" You cheeks could have made a tomato look pink with the amount of blood that had flooded to them.
"I-I'm fine. W-what can I help you with?" This man was going to think you were an idiot with the amount of blushing you were doing.
"Do you have any books on Local Legends or Demonology?" This was the point you went into librarian mode.
"Local Legends range from books 154 to 185 and we keep the books on Demonology in the back because they upset the older customers."
"Wow. That's a lot of Local Legends. Do you believe in any of them?" As a matter of fact. You didn't. Legends were Legends. Simply made for storybooks and fairytales.
"No. I don't. Why?"
"Just wondered. Anything strange happen recently? To you or someone else?"
"No. Why all the questions?" You were staring to get annoyed with the man. It was like an interrogation.
"I just wondered."
"Yeah well if you carry on 'wondering' you'll be doing more." The man in question raised a brow.
"What will that be?" You couldn't help but get even more annoyed. You could feel yourself wanting to snap at the man and tell him where he could stuff his questions. But before you could tell him what for a new voice joined the fray.
"Hey! Sammy! Stop flirting and get your ass over here!" Now it was Sammy's time to blush.
"Dean! If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times!"
"If you both don't mind. This is a library and I have the right mind to kick you out." You know that you wanted your smile to sincere and genuine but the only way you could smile at the moment was in pride and portraying a little sarcasm. But you also smiled a little in embarrassment for the guy.
"So… Sammy? My name is (First Name) (Last Name) and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to tell me why you want these books."
"First of all (First Name) (Last Name), it's Sam to you. And secondly I think there's something in this library that makes things go bump in the night."
"Oh really." In that sarcastic tone that you reserved for troublesome customers. "And what would go bump in the night here?"
"Why don't you come back tonight at about tenish and find out?"
"You are so on."
You looked at your watch. 10:02. He should be here soon. And if right on cue you heard the low growl of a classic car approaching. When you looked up to the sound you came face to face with a '67 classic Chevy Impala.
"Whoa! How did you get a car like that? I mean. It's not everyday you get to come this close to a '67 Chevy Impala…" You trailed off your sentence in an embarrassed state as both guys from the library stared at you.
"You picked a good one Sammy." The shorter one literally thrust his hand at you. "Hey there Cutie. The name's Dean. And Sammy here." He patted said man on the shoulder. "Is my baby brother, so if you hurt him then you'll have me to answer to." His smile then became full of serenity and teeth. You looked to Sam who had pink cheeks.
"And are we going to stand here all night or are you going to prove to me that the library I have been working in for the last two years is haunted?" This seemed to perk Sam out of his mood and cause him to obtain a smile. Quoting you from earlier he replied with.
"You are so on."
"What on earth is that thing!" You were currently hiding in a room with salt. Yes salt. Lining the windows and doors.
"That Cutie Pie was a ghost." You started to laugh hysterically.
"Yes. A ghost because they exist!"
"I told you Sam it wasn't your best move to bring a date." The door flew open causing salt to fly everywhere. The ghost appeared human for a split second before it flashed right in front of your face.
"(N-name)?" Your face held a blank look. Then it dawned on you. You knew the man in front of you. You knew him so well that it brought tears to your eyes to see him this way. You began to sob a little.
"M-Mr Black? Oh god it is…" You felt tears flow over and drip down your face. "Mr Black. Why are you here?"
"My precious… My gem… My heart…"
"The library is fine sir. Your wife has thrown herself in to working on it."
"My dear Sybil. Tell her."
"I will." Sam stepped forward.
"Sir. May I?"
"Yeah you can marry her. I am her legal guardian. You have permission. I'm glad. Both my angels found their way…" The man started to fade.
"Goodbye Daddy." The man smiled and vanished.
After the whole fiasco the three of you were walking out of the library. The same library that you had worked in for two years and didn't even know it was haunted.
"I take it this is the moment in all films and TV shows that I reveal my dramatic past. Well all you need to know is that my parents and I were in a car crash. I survived but they died on impact. Then Mr Black and Mrs Black took me in. Raised me. Gave me a home. Their only hope was that I found happiness. I guess Mr Black thought I had."
"It was a good thing as well. He moved on himself. No need to salt and burn his bones."
"He was cremated…" The look Dean gave you was a mixed between: 'What?' and 'No way in hell.'
"Doesn't matter now. Come on (Name). Let's get you home." The three of you climbed into the Impala, which immediately gave you a smile. It took you twenty minutes to walk and only ten minutes to drive to your home. But before you could get close some police pulled the car over.
"Sorry but a girl has gone missing and-" The police officer looked at you. "(Name!)" He pulled his talkie to his mouth. "We found her. Yeah. In a car with some men. I know how that sounds." He grinned at you. "Yeah the lucky lady got two." You could feel your cheeks burning. You got out of the car and started to walk to your house. You calmed Mrs Black down and she told some of the officers to leave. The one that had found you in the Impala walked forward.
"And suggest Mr Rogers you find a new library to have affairs in. Because as far as I'm concerned that little speech of yours wasn't needed." You walked Mrs Black and yourself in. Still thinking of Sam you went to bed. Not letting the thought of him gone upsetting you. They had told you their story. You managed to drift into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning found you in a dishevel state. The make-up you had forgotten to wash off was smudged all over your face and pillow. Your (Hair Colour) hair was now sporting a nice bed-head style if you say so yourself. But even as you went along with your daily routine you couldn't help but wonder about Sam. You had asked yourself if he would like it if you put your hair up. In a ponytail. A bun. Maybe if you plaited it… But what kind of plait? French? Fishtail? You didn't get fancy with your hair. A simple low ponytail was what you decided on. You put on that new summer dress you hadn't had a reason to wear yet. Light make-up. And you were ready. You started your walk. About fifteen minutes into your journey you heard a growl of an engine. Turning you head to the sound you saw something that deflated you. It was simply one of the roadwork machines. Your heart hurt a little and your eyes stung. You began to pick up the pace until you bumped into someone. You quickly mumbled an apology.
"Sorry. Wasn't looking where I was going…"
It's okay (Name). I'll forgive you just this once." You knew that voice. It couldn't be. It just wasn't possible. He had left. He was gone. Still. You didn't believe in ghosts yet they were real. Maybe miracles were too. You took the chance. You looked up.
"Sam!" You brought your arms to wrap his neck and pulled him into a hug. "I thought you were gone…"
"Sorry but you won't get rid of me that easily." He chuckled and you felt his chest vibrate with it. "(Name)-" You cut him off with a finger on his lips.
"Sam. Shut up and kiss me."
So he did…
