Short Story

Castiel spends a good portion of the rainy afternoon pacing around his bedroom until he grows claustrophobic in the confined area. His head is pounding and his breath comes in short gasps. He replays every moment in his head — his unfaithful wife's murder a few short days ago, the forward, but incredibly handsome, green-eyed stranger he met at the bar, Dean's lips pressed against his, the crash, his time at the hospital, last night...

Castiel sighed and pulled the white button-up over his sweaty arms. His stomach felt like it was sitting on the floor and his intestines were pulled in all directions by unseen forces. His head ached and his body trembled, but he felt fine; there wasn't anything that concerned him. With Anna out of the home and with an appointment coming soon Castiel skipped all his morning routines and went straight downstairs to wait in the sitting room for this Ben person. The grandfather clock ticked and echoed throughout the room. The taste of morning breath filled his mouth and that morning residue on his teeth made his lips sticky. His eyes burned. He was awake, but his eyes weren't cooperating as much as he would have wanted. The curtains hid much of the sun and small streaks of light came in. The little glimmers highlighted the contour of the wrinkles on Castiel's pants. Wrinkled, aged, and stained this was certainly not his best look. His hair was unruly and curls licked the back of his

"Yes, I do!" Dad shouts back. I barge into the room to see mom with blood coming from her temple and nose, along with sprinkled on her delicate features. He raises his hand just as I push him away from mom. His eyes turn into an icy glare and his face flushes red with rage. Dad pushes past me as he pins mom to the floor and raises his fist but pauses.

"Order for table two. Hurry up, Malina." The chef laughed as I wobbled over to him.

I sent Quincy's call to voicemail for the tenth time in a day. I desired to forgive him, but the fresh wounds from Trenton wouldn't allow it. Although I had no desire to resume a relationship with Quincy, I felt hurt for him being locked up in a cage for years.

“When we opened the doors in the kitchen, we were shocked to find a door leading to the basement. Lying right in the middle of the floor, there were submachine guns, handguns and several rifles along with many knives. We also found a machine used for making false ID’s and driver’s license hidden in the basement that’s why Mathew Morgan’s driver’s license looks so real. Since Mr. Hudson lived alone, no one ever checked on him. As a result, when they murdered him, no one missed him. Pretty smart of Matthew Morgan to find someone like Mr. Hudson and replace him,” Steve said, shaking his head.

Allanon clued everyone in on what they’d seen and heard from other druids and witches in the area as soon as they arrived. “The hunters arrived this morning. They have brought with them ten trackers and are now searching for you and Tegan. As far as we can tell, they are in an uproar over Beorn going missing too. So far, they do not know he has jumped from their side. The dark ones are going on the assumption that we have done something to him.” He pushed his thick, blond hair back. “We are hoping they keep thinking it. If they know you are helping us, I believe all bets are off for the humans as well.”

Every episode tends to include and end with some emotional scene in which Dean is rarely open or agreeable to talking about his feelings. He grew up being the strong anchor for his family. To him, his

Mother kisses the top of Clem's head and calls for Dad to bring her school. He sets his newspaper down and gets up. He walks over to me and kisses me on the forehead and grabs my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. This is an odd gesture to me seeing as affection is not necessarily allowed in our city. Apparently it is a form of self-indulgence, which is frowned upon in Rauhallinen.

A shove, a mean look in the hallway. I knew we weren't friends. I never expected it to go this far.

Anyway, he finally continued. The ushers would have to send one of the big brass plates down one aisle, and receive it at the next until they made their way to the open doors in the back of the sanctuary again. As soon as they all closed the doors behind them, the head usher took all the plates on a rolling cart to the pastor's personal office to count money. The two other ushers resumed talking sports, and Stacey walked right out the church entrance to the street. He returned to his favorite thing to do on Sunday mornings. That was to look at department store window mannequins adorned with the latest styles of dresses overlooking the downtown sidewalks until his parents were ready to go home. If that wasn’t enough, he had one more fall-back

Miyuki would cough before shaking off the dirt looking over at her sister who looked stunning in her coronation outfit which reminds her that she had to go and get ready for that before mother threatened to disown her,it was true her sister would become queen tonight and she would be living in the castle with her still because she begged her parents to let her stay by her sisters side it was then she looked over at and her as she began to speak.

Devoid of movement or light, the cockpit's only hint of life was the insistent hum and faint bio-chemical stink within.

Waking came soon after sleeping had befallen Phil. He sat bolt upright, finding himself in a bed he knew not to be his own. He had no clue where he was. His hands fumbled about for his glasses, hopeless without them. Amongst the blur, he could pinpoint some familiarities but there was nothing concrete. He noticed a few of his knickknacks scattered about the room. The rest of the room, however, was a mystery.

He watches as she shivers like a leaf and keeps her smirk under shuddering lips.