Raphi-girl

 "AH! Well, now, look who it is? My darling little Furor!" I swallowed as I looked up at the beautiful, blond haired man seated on the thrown before me, "Hello, Grandfather. How are you?" He snorted, "C'mon! No need to act so scared. You are the only one who doesn't fear me. Furor, is it too much to ask that I wanted to visit with my lovely granddaughter?" "Dad says that you only wish to push the world into Hell. Not that I can blame you. There are quite a few people who I think deserve eternal punishment. And speaking of which, did you really do that to Dante? Or was that just some stupid fable?" I asked, suddenly more than comfortable

"Let Me Go" They were sitting on his tailgate, And she was lovin' on his rough neck, And she was talking about running away, And he was puffin' on a cigarette, Just thinkin' (huh). How am I gonna say goodbye? Dean sighed and stayed tense, wrapped in his baby brothers arms, as said brother nibbled on his scruff covered neck. This last hunt had nearly been the death of Sammy. God, if Dean ever got the image of Sam being torn apart and almost getting his throat slashed out of his head, it'd be nothing short of a miracle. "So as I was saying, let's get outta here. Find another hunt. Something easy this time." Sam said brightly, trying to get

 As a rule, Casey usually never gambled. He'd seen what it had done to his Uncle Sidney, then in turn to his cousin Sid. After all the crap his cousin had put him and Casey's mother through, Casey steered clear of almost all of Sid's darker habits. Unfortunately, at this moment in time, he was locked out of the apartment he shared with April and since his keys were still in said apartment, his last option was Sid's dumpy place. Yet again, unfortunately, if there was one thing he always did when he was stuck with Sid, it was play poker. Anyone who thought they knew him would tell you that he was just another “one of those rotten Jones