TumbleweedTheProxy

Your mothers and fathers lips moved, their eyes bugging out of their heads, and your mothers face reddened with anger. But you weren’t hearing a single thing. You sat stubbornly on the couch, your arms folded over your chest. Your iPod was playing your favorite song on full volume, making their voices not able to reach your ears in even the slightest. Your mother had had enough of this so she ripped your headphones out of your ears. “Ow!” you whined, your ears beginning to ring. “Serves you right,” she huffed. “Now sweetie, we only mean the best for you. You’re twenty-three years old. It’s ti

You stood up at the control console for the tape deck in the Milano. Peter sat at the captain’s chair lazily poking at the controls and letting autopilot take over. You grinned wickedly and hit play. HUKKA CHAKKA HUKKA HUKKA HUKKA CHAKKA HUKKA CHAKKA HUKKA HUKKA HUKKA CHAKKA The deep bass voices blasted through the sound system. Everyone but you jumped as the music pounded. Peter swiveled around to look at you with a wide grin. He sprung out of the chair and slid over to you. You began chugging your shoulders to the beat and Quill mimicked you. He began to sing the lyrics at you as you continued to dance. He spun you around, and you b

“(Y/N)!” You whipped your head around to see Mr. Pellegrino walking towards you. You worked on set for the hit T.V. show “Supernatural” as one of the people who takes care of the actors such as, getting them food, getting them something to drink, running an errand for them while they work, etc. It wasn’t really as bad as it sounds. Most of the guys would take it easy on you really only asking you for stuff if they were tired or to busy to break away from what they were doing for an amount of time. “Yes, Mr. Pellegrino? Can I do something for you?” You gently shooed away your friend, who understood th

*YOU ARE AN ACTOR ON A SUPERNATURAL OFF SHOOT WITH GABRIEL. THIS IS YOUR FIRST PANEL, AND YOU ARE ON STAGE WITH RICHARD, WHO OF COURSE, IS GIVING YOU A HARD TIME* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saturday morning panels were your favorite, but for some reason you weren't feeling it this morning. You had always enjoyed them as a fan, no matter how late you had stayed up the night before. Now that you were an actor though, and you had lines to run between conventions, it seemed a little more stressful. The fact that Rob, Rich, and Matt still did the karaoke night, didn't help because now you were doing your very first panel, hungo

            “So we all know the story of how you met most of the cast,” A fan spoke into the mic, “But how did you meet the boys?”            “We aren’t boys! We’re men!” Jared and Jensen said in unison.            “Shut up boys. This is my questions.” I said and listened to the giggles coming from the audience. “If you thought meeting the rest of the cast was interesting then wait for this one.”            “It may or may not have a lot of me hurting her by accident.” Jared informed.            “Yes, lots of that…lots of that. But here goe

You opened the door to your trailer, sighing. It had been a long day on set, and it certainly wasn't over yet. You were taking a short break from filming. You flicked the lights on and fell into the small couch you had positioned near the window. You rested your eyes contently, your sore body beginning to feel better already. You were dozing off when your heard a knock on the door. "Miss (L/N), it's time to get back to it!" You heard someone call before they walked off. You groaned loudly, walking out of your trailer and back on set. Your hair, makeup, and wardrobe were fixed before the cameras started rolling. You took a swig from your water

You sat in silence. Tears threatened to fall, as you glared angrily at the floor. Your mind reeled, as your heart slowly shattered. Today was the day that Lucifer would be cast down, and Gabriel would leave Heaven. Blathazar had already disappeared without a word. One day you woke up, and he was gone. No notice, no goodbye. Your wings started shake, as a sob escaped your lips. Wrapping your wings around yourself, you quietly cried. You tensed, as a hand rested on your shoulder. You slowly looked up, wiping your tear stained cheeks. Cas gazed down at you, and the sadness in his eyes was clear. Sadness, and confusion crossed his features. H

Centuries past since Lucifer was cast out. It didn't help that Gabriel and Balthazar bailed out as well. You were never the same; a part of you was missing, and you couldn't take it anymore. Being in Heaven, what are the right words for it....simply sucked without your boys. No offense to Cas, he was your anchor, but nowadays he was all caught up in Dean Winchester. You rolled your eyes just thinking about the human. Since Cas was barely around anymore, you decided you would pack up and leave as well. Your plan was to grab the most important items to you, then leave and never look back. You walked around your bedroom, aimlessly grabbing st

You wondered the paths of heavens gardens enjoying the scents of the flowers both exotic and otherwise. You were one of gods most trusted angels so your rank was even higher then that of any archangel despite the fact you were only a simple one thus granting you access to all of heavens exclusive areas also you were to be there for the birth of every new fledgling. So far only one archangel had been born but god had plans for at least three others however Michael was meant to be the prince of heaven even though you were already having your doubts about the young fledgling archangel, his grace radiated an arrogance that you just didn’t l