Warning: You’ve just clicked yourself into hell.

…a very odd perdition.

(Don’t worry Supernatural fans, Alistair isn’t here, but Crowley can keep you company.)

Name: [Janelle] Mrs. Dean Winchester (hey, I can dream, can’t I?)

Status: A demon…hunter

Age: Somewhere between 16 and death

Talents: Making people die with envy since 1901, spreading my sinister conspiracy ideas on the topic of what’s really in McDonalds chicken, achieving world-domination with Misha Collins [I wish], and known for being fresher than a motherfucker.

Note: Not all my stories will be about Supernatural, even though the majority will. I’ll definitely be writing fics on plenty of my favorite books (I have an endless list of favs), and I won’t keep you waiting long for new chapters/stories. PLEASE leave reviews, and be truthful – don’t sugarcoat it ;)

*Extra:

Judge me.
Why should I fill out this whole space when that's what it's going to narrow down to anyways?

I'll just express myself in quotes:

if i play my cards right, i could make it big time; i could be a reason to stare

I'm like super mario with a star because y'all can't touch me. ;)

I've reached some new plateau - yesterday I didn't give a damn, today I don't give a fuck.

Languages: PARSELTONGUE.

I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying. -Oscar Wilde

"I've come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass...and I'm all out of bubblegum."

I'm a shade too pale for gorgeous and I have habits I can't shake, but if you try to take that from me, well I'll never be the same train wreck that I am, cause I am what I am what I am what I am: a train wreck

Take a bite of my bad girl meat