deanandsamareawesome

Seth walked out of the gorilla, J & J Security quickly following behind him. Many of the heels, including The Authrority, congratulated Seth once again for winning the World Heavyweight Title, while the rest of the faces just growled, or glared at him, trying to contain themselves from beating Seth to a bloody pulp. Seth strided down the halls, trying to find where his dressing room was. Unfortunately, the company decided to re-arrange a couple of rooms, and adding to Seth's luck, he was lost and couldn't find it. Seth sighed, and looked at Jamie, frustration and confusion in his umber eyes. "Do you know where it might be?"

A couple of days later... "Uh, hey Roman?" Dean said after coming up from the Samoan from behind. Roman turned around, and smiled, seeing his best friend. The two were both in the gym, along with many other superstars and divas, working out, and buffing up for the next show. Although the other superstars and divas were absorbed in their work, Roman paid attention to Dean. "Hm? Oh, hey Dean. What's up?" He asked the brunette, crossing his sexy (*crosses out the last word* Goddamn my love for this man-) tan arms. Dean scratched the back of his neck, his light blue eyes looking down to the ground, as if it was the most interesting thing in the

1. Never leave them alone. You were hyperventilating to say the least. You weren't sure what was causing this attack, and you'd never had one like this before. You felt like you were close to tears and your phone was dead with the charger being in the impala. Which was MIA right now. You couldn't call Dean. You felt the walls closing in and you tried to catch your breath. You took in deep breaths, but nothing helped. You were alone and helpless. 2. Tell them to breathe 20 minutes later the door to the motel room unlocked. Dean was humming as usual and carrying in the food he had bought at the grocery store. You looked at him and tried to bre

 (Thank you so much for all the support you all have me from part 4, now we continue. This'll be 2nd p.o.v, strong language will be used BTW so yeah!)           You woke up in a stuffy, dusty, and dark room... You remembered what happened last night, you try to move but it was no use. By what you felt, it felt like rope on your wrist. You feel a cool breeze on your body, you try to free yourself but the knot was to complicated that you started to get rope burns. When you turn to your left, you saw a sheep's mask, having that as a jump scare, you jumped but fell to the ground. The floor was hard... Like concrete hard... You had nowhere else

“I’m not so sure about this…” you whined, staring at the text message on your phone from Nepeta. She sent you a picture of her shipping wall, where you were with Terezi, and labeled as an “OTP” of hers. You weren’t really used to Terezi, much less were you used to Nepeta shipping everything in sight. Yet you had to trust the crazy cat girl, telling you to wear red and bring a pack of red chalk as a gift to the blind one. You put your phone on mirror mode and scanned yourself, everything looked fine. Nervously, you knocked on her door and swayed back and forth until you heard her voice. “Come o

(Y/n): your name.    (L/n): last name (u/n): username.     (F/vg): favorite video game (H/c): hair color.      (H/l): hair length (e/c): eye color.      (F/c): favorite color (S/c): skin color (let's get started... And in loving memory of Daniel Kyre... May he rest in peace...)               *Before the incident...*            Mark was finished recording a video, with hard days work, he obviously went to the little corner store to buy some Red Bull. On the corner of his eye, he spotted a very beautiful girl, she looked like in her twenties, beautiful (h/c) (h/l) hair, (e/c) eyes, (s/c) skin. She looks beautiful, Mark blushed and quickly