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Adore - Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader - Part 1 "And then I like had to go in there and pretend like I was alright with a bunch of teenagers around me cause-" Dean stopped rambling as soon as he noticed his brother's lack of attention. "Wow dude! Thank you!" he added sarcastically and Sam looked up from his hands at him. "What?" he frowned "I-I'm sorry Dean, I wasn't really paying attention" "Yeah, well thanks for nothing. I figured it out, you know. But come on, man. I've been gone for what? Seven? Eight months? Certainly long. And all I get from my little bro is the cold shoulder? You've barely said anything for the past hours and

~read le description or else :3~ You were bored on the computer just watching anime and derping around. While an episode of your favorite anime, Hetalia was loading a pop up ad appeared on the screen. "Do you ever wish an anime character was real?" it said. "haha yeah I wish anime characters were real but I am not clicking that it is probably going to give my computer a virus or some shit" You say to yourself. You tried to click the little red X to get it off your screen but it wouldn't go away. "Dang it my computer must already have a virus I guess I have to click it to get it off my screen" so you click it.................

My beautiful Omega - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader Dean let out a sigh as he walked through the, rather crowded, park. It was a sunny day, how could it not be after all? It was the middle of August and the sun was at its highest point. Twelve in the morning, and Dean could swear he had never sweated so much in his life before. He could not do otherwise, though. He had to take the dogs for a walk, even if he didn't want to. No, of course they weren't his dogs. There was no chance he would let a dog inside his house, not to mention his desk-room. This summer though he had to put up with a dogs in his house,his brother's dogs. He would

You find yourself restless in bed rather early in the morning, the curtains across the room from you were blocking out the orange sunlight just about glazing through onto the walls above your bed board. You toss the covers of your bed out of the way as you take a glance over to the digital clock which stood blinking at you on the bed side table. '5:46'. You groan in annoyance and flop down on your pillow facing the ceiling. You frown and pause, feeling the muscles in your face tighten, your face felt strained as though it were tense. Your groan was a lot deeper than you remembered and your frame felt heavier as the mattress sank when you lay