#imapla

Status: Not Requested

Word Count: 655

Warnings: Mentions Of Death, Swearing

Music Suggestion: Gloria - Them

Turning over the page to your book and sighing as the main character did another unrealistic thing, you had the feeling that someone was walking towards you. 

Closing your book and looking up, you saw that your senses had been correct. There stood the worst excuse for a human you had seen in your life (besides Metatron of course). You couldn’t be bothered to even learn his name because of how frustrating he was. 

‘Well well well, if it isn’t little miss nerd.’ Was that seriously the best he could come up with?

Sighing and rolling your eyes, you stood up being sure to bump him on the shoulder. ‘I’d rather not lose any brain cells. You know, since you’ve lost yours, it’s starting to effect those around you.’ You told him as you looked over your shoulder walking away from him, giving him a sarcastic smile.

‘At least I have parents.’ He whispered underneath his breath. 

You stopped short, making sure you had heard him correctly. ‘What did you just say?’ You bitterly said, turning to face him.

‘You heard me.’ He sneered, crossing his arms in triumph. 

You were about to launch at him when you heard the rumble of the impala across the school car park.

Steading your breaths and bringing down the level of anger in your chest you swiftly turned away from the walking piece of shit and headed straight towards baby. 

Opening the door to where Sam usually sits, you flung your self in and slammed the door behind you, throwing your bag into the back seat.

‘Hey! Be nice to baby.’ Dean complained, rubbing the dashboard of the car.

‘Just drive Dean.’ You ordered, not wanting to get angry again. 

‘Sheesh, whats gotten you in a twist. Is that how the phrase goes? No, that doesn’t sound right.’ Dean muttered.

Closing your eyes and breathing out you looked at Dean who was questioning the phrase he had just said. 

‘If we don’t leave the car park right now, I think I might kill someone.’ You explained to him, noticing that the asshole was still pacing round the gates of the school.

Dean scanned around him, eyes squinting at the boy guilty of making you mad. 

‘Did he do something to piss you off?’ Dean asked you, getting angry at the idea of someone annoying his little sister.

‘Yes.’ You replied to him, rubbing your temple to calm yourself down.

‘What did he do?’ Dean practically shouted, not being able to control his temper.

‘He mentioned mum and dad being dead.’ You spat out quickly, not wanting to upset Dean. 

Without responding, Dean headed straight towards the door handle of the impala, muttering threats on how he was going to kill the little shit.

Grabbing Deans arm you looked up at him. ‘If I wanted him bloody and bruised, I would have done it myself.’ You growled at him.

‘Then why haven’t you?’ Dean interrogated you, his eyebrows knotting into frustration and confusion.

You rolled your eyes. ‘Have you forgotten what Sam said? He doesn’t want me getting in trouble.’ 

‘Screw Sam, he isn’t here. Beat that kids ass.’ Dean said while making a face of ‘duh, who cares what Sam says’.

You smiled cheekily in return, swinging the car door open and heading towards the poor excuse for a human.

‘Back for more? Well I -’ You interrupted him mid sentence by placing your fist to his right cheek, sending him to the floor with a busted lip.

‘Don’t EVER speak to me about my family again. Don’t speak to me, period.’ You spat at him as he lay shaking on the floor in fear looking up at you.

As you walked back towards Dean, he gave you a thumbs up and smile of approval through the window. You smiled proudly back.

‘Nice one, little one.’ Dean praised you as you entered baby.

How about a totally badass reader? Like she saves the boys multiple times but always disappears when they look for her. She totally plays hard to get is a major flirt. Maybe a Sam x reader?

THIS IS MY FIRST EVERY REQUEST! THANKS @sisterwinchesterwriter!

This is my first ever time writing about Sam (or anyone from supernatural) in a way that isn’t sister related so sorry if it’s not good :(

Status: Requested 

Word Count: 650

Warnings: None

Music Suggestion: My Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne 

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Placing your gun into your trouser waist, you sighed and looked at the two brothers who were drenched in blood head to toe.

‘Well, you going to say thank you?’ You questioned them both, crossing your arms in frustration.

‘For what?’ The older one asked, a sense of annoyance lingering in his voice.

You clenched your jaw, a wave of anger practically drowning you. ‘FOR WHAT? I JUST SAVED YOUR SORRY ASS...AGAIN!’ 

Sam looked taken back as for Dean just pulled a face of disgust. ‘Don’t flatter yourself.’ He mumbled, looking you up and down.

‘I should have just let you die.’ You growled as you began to get in his face.

‘Ok guys lets just calm down.’ Sam tried to defuse the tension, pulling you and Dean away from each other.

You rolled your eyes as you turned away from them both, heading towards the motel door. 

‘Don’t expect me to save you again.’ Was all you said before you walked out of the motel and their lives. 

*Seven months later*

You did a half spin, managing to slice two werewolves with a silver blade, receiving a howl in response. Without thinking twice, you pulled out your gun and sent both of the monsters to the ground. 

Wiping your brow, you thought to yourself: damn, these monsters are picking up on their fighting skills.

You picked up a ragged cloth on the kitchen counter next to you, dabbing it on a wound that was a little too deep for your liking. You winced as the dirty fabric wiped away the ruby coloured liquid that made its way out of your skin.

Suddenly, a gun shot in the woods sent your hairs on edge. Surely there couldn’t be anymore of them out there. You’d already killed eight. 

Groaning as your arm sent a soaring pain up to your shoulder as you pulled yourself into a steady running pace, you made your way out the cabin door and headed in the direction of the commotion.

Half way down the path to where the bang had come from, you felt a pair of eyes on you. 

Following your instincts and swinging your arm round to hit whatever was coming into your personal zone, you came face to face with Sam Winchester.

Taken back, you glanced him up and down. ‘The hell are you doing here?’ You asked him, shocked that he was standing in front of you.

‘Dean and I - please don’t take this the wrong way - have been tracking you for months, well, since you left.’ He explained, lifting his hands in surrender as you realised that your fist was still in the direction of hitting him in the jaw.

Dropping your arm and glaring at him, you asked: ‘why are you tracking me? I’m not a monster.’

‘We wanted to apologise.’ Sam said, standing up straight and looking down at the floor as if guilt was eating at him.

‘That’s nice and all but unless i’ve lost my mind or you’ve lost yours, there’s no ‘we’ in this. There’s just you standing in front of me.’ You joked, motioning to Sam that he was standing alone.

‘Oh, uh, Dean. You know what’s like.’ Sam started to stutter while rubbing his neck.

What the hell was up with him?

‘Well this has been a great chat but unlike most of the girls you’ve been with, I don’t appreciate being tracked for over half a year only to be greeted with small talk.’ You told the overgrown moose who stood in front of you.

Sam gave you a look. You crossed your arms in response.

‘You going to leave a lady standing in the cold or take me home?’ You flirtatiously said, lifting your eyebrow and smirking.

Sam smiled with embarrassment back. Maybe this chat held more then you expected. After all, Sam always had some kind of shine to him.

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Tame Imapla, Mark Ronson and SZA Combine for Upcoming Album

Performing together at this year’s Governor’s Ball, Tame Impala’s principal band member Kevin Parker collaborated with English musician Mark Ronson for a DJ set, featuring SZA on the vocals. The surprising trifold has carried that momentum into the recording studio. Originally perceived as a Parker and Ronson endeavor, SZA recently gave word to the Los Angeles Times that she is involved in the recording process with the two men. As for how involved SZA is on the record is still to be determined and no release date has been announced. Other than live recordings from their Governor’s Ball set on YouTube, no official track has been released allowing for hype to be the only thing released ahead of the album.

Parker and Ronson have worked together prior to this year’s festival event. In 2014 the duo released Daffodils with Parker handling the vocals. Check back with Tune Collective for updates on the trio’s forthcoming album.

While waiting at a signal in San Diego this fantastic Impala made a left right in front of me. Thank goodness for red lights so I did not miss awesome Chevy.