Secluded lakes and Dean are now added to my list of favorite things to do while on the road. The feel of that man’s hands and lips on me is something I never thought I’d feel. And they say you gain more senses when you become a vampire ( Read more... )

It had been weeks since my encounter with the Winchester boys and that psychotic hunter who was more in the game for sadistic reasons than for the hunt. My skin was almost finished healing; the dead man’s blood did nothing but slow the normal process down ( Read more... )

“They have things that you’d wear.” I smirk at him and wipe a bit of food from his face. “I think you’d rather see that skirt in the window on me instead of you though…” Oh yeah, that real short skirt would go quite well with one of the boots I got. Maybe even a cute little t-shirt…oh no, even better; one of Dean’s shirts ( Read more... )

I felt like someone was banging drums in my head, the throbbing in my temples was almost maddening and I whimpered softly, turning over in the bed and sighing as I glanced at the time. It was dark again and it was time for us to go. Go once my body stopped hating it’s self and making each movement feel like I’m being hit with sledgehammers ( Read more... )

Title: Late Night Meetings
Prompt: Temptation
Character: Lenore
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 945
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Authors Note: AU crossover with Lindsey McDonald from AtS ( Read more... )

Lenore quickly left the house, running towards town and knowing that if Ely and the others found her...all she'd worked so hard for would be lost. She knew secretly that things would come to this - nothing ever stays good for long in this world. Never ( Read more... )

I’m not sure how things ended up like this; I never planned on it but I’m here - with Dean; on the way to Nevada to find his friend Lorne to save his brother ( Read more... )

Travel. One of the most distasteful things we have to do, especially when our own vehicle is out of commission. We couldn’t stay in that town, especially not after Ely did ( Read more... )

My hands dug deep into my pockets, my shoulders hunched over as I tried to keep invisible, making my way through the streets of some random Kansas town. I’ve been driving with Sam for weeks and I lost track of where he wanted to go and when, all I knew was that I was thankful he was going to protect me from Ely and the others. I knew what they were ( Read more... )

It’s been two months and my wounds have long since healed…at least the flesh wounds. The emotional ones still run deep, Ely and I have been at odds ever since we left Montana; some of our clan has left as well. It’s for the best, they were getting tired of cattle blood and their dangerous games were going to get us all caught ( Read more... )