#Gun Powder n' Flower Petals Canons

[alotta-lovin]

“I Don’t Matter.” - GP N’ FP Canon

I’m okay, im just in the mood for some angst to get some things off my chest-- dont mind me.

Warning(s) : Fighting, Angst, PTSD Mention, Self Hatred, Abuse Mention, Conflicting feelings and trying not to push certain emotions/wants/needs onto the other.(Fluff??????), Realizing feelings?

Word Count : 1,731

Ship : Gun Powder n’ Flower Petals

A/N : There are actually some contents of my past mentioned in this and one of the reasons why i have PTSD, though due to having to change some things as the “parent’s” my SI has are actually based off my Step Mom and Dad. / There are mentions of a song in this, but the lyrics mentioned were actual things said to me. / Yes my actual birthday was mentioned in this. 

Sunny C. Age who gives a fuck and no one needs to know. No one needed to know her last name and no one needed to know her age. adult hood hit her sooner than it should’ve when she was just a kid so age shouldn’t matter in the first place right? that is until certain dates roll around.

It had finally hit Sunny. she was getting older and in just a four to three months the dreaded day was going to come. September 6th. the worst day she could think of aside from all the holidays that were always ruined due to her “family”.

Rubbing her neck with her right hand as her left stayed on the steering wheel she was nudged by the man sitting next to her. This man was named Dean Winchester. Looking over at him she let her arm wrest on the center console as she cocked her eyebrow, “What?” she let out a bit abruptly as she kept her eyes on the road after a minute of him just. looking at her with that look, that look that she knew he had when he had questions. “Don’t “what” me, somethin’ is wrong. now drop it.” he seemed to almost snap at her. rolling her eyes a bit as she bit the tip of her tongue almost in annoyance. letting out a groan, she huffed and spoke up nodding almost in a sarcastic way. “A’ight, wanna know what’s wrong? the dreaded thing called a “Birthday” is gonna roll around here soon and i’m more than likely going to drink like it’s the end of the fucking world, more than likely get drunk because of it and fuck up my liver cause i don’t wanna remember that day. happy now?” she almost snapped that last part out as she looked at him.

Now Dean on the other hand, didn’t and hasn’t known why she hates her birthday so much, the past few years that they spent around each other each time it was her birthday she wanted it ignored and acted like it was any normal day. Why though? she never answered why. Inhaling sharply he nodded a bit to respond and he knew that she was ticked now due to the fact she was speeding when she normally didn’t and how easy it was to send her off the edge with just simply asking “whats wrong”.

Hours later after the music was turned up almost to a deafening caliber. and Sunny loudly screaming she opened the door to the hotel room and tossed her bag onto her bed and sat down for a minute rubbing her face. Dean followed suit behind her and shut the door behind them, dropping his bag on the floor he took his jacket off and put it on the hook. she hadn’t talked to him since he asked her why she was ticked off. biting his lip he groaned and just snapped.

“What the hell has you bent so fucking out of shape about the day that brought you into this fuckin’ world huh? Why are you going to try and drink yourself to death each fucking time it comes around-”

“Shut the fuck up, Winchester.” she snapped back, glaring daggers at him as she stood up, clenching her fists with her keys in hand as her back straightened out. “Excuse me? You never talk about it! you never fuckin’ talk about anything in your life prior to runnin’ into Sammy n’ I! yet some how Sammy knows more than I do!”

“Cause it’s not any of your damned business what happened back then alright?! you don’t need to know about my trauma, my baggage, everything that makes me hate myself and i’m not going to let you fuckin’ stand there and demand you know! Sammy only know’s cause i told him when i was finally comfortable doing so, you fuckin’ asshole!”

“I’m the asshole? Why the hell aren’t you comfortable telling me? huh? is it cause you think i’m not good enough?”, at this point. Dean has puffed up his chest and his cheeks n’ ears were getting red and he was clearly getting more and more pissed off that she wasn’t telling him why. why she didn’t wanna tell him. why she told Sammy, and not him. why Jodie seemed to make sure and ask if she was having “certain episodes” every time they saw each other and all this other crap that he seemed out of the dark.

“BECAUSE DEAN YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING. YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW HOW MUCH MY PAST HAS MADE ME HATE MYSELF. HOW MUCH MY PAST HAS SHOWN ME AND TOLD ME I DON’T MATTER!”

“But it’s so important for me to know you have PTSD?” he crossed his arms and glared back at her. unclenching her fists she dropped her keys, almost like dropping a pin to a bomb, it set her off.

“Alright, you wanna know why it was so important for me to tell you I have PTSD?? why i got so mad when you brought me back? Fine. fucking fight. here’s your wish fuckin’ come true, dipshit.”

before he had time to respond she had already started talking. “I had to grow up at 5, and play “Mommy” to two kids who weren’t mine. in fact they were my little sisters. cause my parents didn’t wanna play parents anymore. and after the age of 7, my birthday wasn’t celebrated anymore cause “it’s not important”. every time i slipped up i was yelled at. or worse hit. later on after i turned seven after meeting with a counselor at school with some how convincing them to not tell my parents i had seen them, i was diagnosed with PTSD due to thing’s i don’t wanna mention aside from the fucking shit show i’ve already talked about.” at this point she had stepped forward and was glaring pins and daggers at him at this point. once more before he could speak she cut him off.

“ “You’re such a fucking waste of skin. Faith.” “You’re one of gods mistakes, Faith. Remember that.” “honestly you’ve ruined my life, Faith” “stop acting as if you matter to anyone Faith.” “ with each saying she said she took another step forward and looked him dead in the eye and snapping with a deep voice that seemed to be a way to protect herself while her lip quivered and was clearly trying not to cry. “Now imagine being told all of that on a daily basis until you were 18. since you were fucking 3. that’s my earliest memory.”

“And you know what, i truly believe they were right. I. Don’t. Matter. I don’t matter enough to have my birthday celebrated. i don’t matter enough to have a normal fucking thanks giving, Christmas, new years, forth of july. none of it. i don’t matter enough. that’s why i try and drink myself to death every fucking time my birthday rolls around.” finishing her sentence almost with certainty in her voice she took a few steps back and sat on her bed, hunched over, her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. a slow shakey breath was let out as she tapped her foot. this. This is what Jodie meant by “Certain episodes”. those certain episodes were PTSD episodes. 

at this point you can imagine how much of a dumbass and a dick Dean felt. his mouth sat slightly open as he was shocked that she just let it all spill out. though he knew it wasn’t all of it. but he wasn’t going to push. she wasn’t ready for all of that, the whole reason she didn’t wanna tell him was because she was trying to keep herself from going into an episode. “Dammit...” a tone slipped past his lips as he walked over to her and picked her up bridal style and crawled onto the bed and set her in his lap, holding her tight to his chest with his chin on her head. “Thats why you go by, Sunny now... it makes sense now.. i-- i shouldn’t have pushed you. i really shouldn’t have pushed you.. you were right though, i guess i am an ass.”

After an hour of sitting there trying to calm her down, her shaking finally calmed down, she could speak normally, though her speech was still slurred and a bit lispy still. letting out a shakey breath she looked at him and furrowed her brow a bit almost in a worried way “I-- i don’t get why you brought me back... i shouldn’t be here--” she was quickly cut off with a large hand on her cheek and turning her to face to look directly at him. she she was looking at him before but she wasn’t actually doing so. she was avoiding eye contact. “No. you should be here. thats why we brought you back. i-- We weren’t going to lose another person we cared about. not again..”

Sunny’s heart nearly jumped into her mouth as she looked at him wide eyed. surprised to high heavens and back that she was actually cared for by the two notorious Winchesters, by the one man she could actually adapt romantic feelings for, Dean. it took everything in her to not plant a kiss on his lips. everything.

Though little did she know he was trying everything to not kiss her as well, he didn’t know why but for some reason with her in his lap, and the way she was looking at him was making his heart do things he hadn’t felt in a while.

“what the hell--” passed through his head, almost zoned out before he snapped back to find she wasn’t in his lap anymore and actually across the room with her bag in hand and heading into the bathroom “I’m-- I’m gonna shower... thank you for calming me down.”

“No Problem--” he watched as the door shut only to rub his face and rest his head against the headboard. “God dammit....and we have to share a room the rest of the case...” a loud groan escaped his throat as he got up off the bed she claimed and sat on his trying to figure out if it was just a momentary thing.. or maybe it’s been something more. for a long time.

[thefragileblackdahlia]

I Know What You Did Last Summer: Part two

Chapter Summary:

Ruby, Sam, and Dean look for a girl who hears the angels. Castiel and Uriel return.

Pairing(s):  Eventual Dean x Ariel, Ruby x Sam

Warning(s): Steamy Kissing, MAJOR Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Typical SUPERNATURAL Violence, Mild Language

A/N: The story isn't over yet don't fret. Haha. Kinder surprise egg! ♥ ♥  Also about Dean and Ariel's relationship, They do like each other to the point where they might kiss and have sex but I won't consider them canon until one of them asks the other one out. Cause it's pretty clear that they feel for each other.

When the kissing starts you will see *** feel free to skip it.

Please feel free to leave feedback.

Beta'd by Zoe (a friend)

Word count: 2,740+

A BAR

NOT ON EARTH

In the middle of the wooden floor laid a figure with large black and gold wings surrounding them.

The figure opened its eyes, squinting as they readjusted to the bright light above their head. They shut their eyes and shook their head as millions of voices filled their mind.

"It isn't your time."  Were the words that played over in their mind. They recognized the voice but couldn't place it. If only they saw the face.

The being stood to their feet and walked over to the nearest reflective surface to observe themself to see if anything had been majorly changed.

The angel's breathing hitched in its throat as it was met with azure eyes in the mirror.

"I'm alive." Ariel murmured.

She studied herself in the mirror. It was a human vessel, Camille. That faint voice in the back of Ariel's mind had vanished. Camille was dead.

It felt strange.

Camille and Ariel were close, but to now have her gone, it was an unsettling feeling.

With wide eyes, she studied the large set of wings on her back. Ariel brought the left wing forward, stretching out her arm to finger the golden feathers.

Everything felt so different this time, being alone in the vessel and experiencing all the five senses alone.

She could hear the faint acoustics of an indecipherable song playing on the overhead speaker. Her sapphire orbs darted from the mirror to the speakers.

Ariel shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, "I feel different..."

It was hard not having someone to guide them for centuries and then Him to just appear and resurrect her; It made her angry.

"Why won't you help us?" Ariel challenged with a pained grimace.

The abandoned child looked heavenward, "WHY WON'T YOU HELP US?!" She shouted.

EARTH 

MILTON HOME 

DAY

Dean knocked on the front door, sliding a hand into his pockets as they waited. A few seconds passed before he deduced that they weren't home. "Maybe they're not home."

Sam glanced at the driveway and shrugged. "Both cars in the driveway."

"Huh." Dean peered through the glass window and reached for the doorknob. Jiggling it, he had come to find out that it was unlocked. The hunter looked back at his brother and then entered the home.

"Mr. and Mrs. Milton?" Dean shouted throughout the house.

Sam followed close behind his brother, carefully searching the house for any signs of life. "We're from the sheriff's department." He closed the door behind him and continued. "We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions."

As Sam rounded the corner of the living room, he was met with two corpses. He let out a heavy sigh once he pieced together who they might be. The tall hunter peeped over his shoulder to see Dean entering with a solemn grimace.  He walked over to the bodies, hunkered over a yellow powder on the floor and swiped his fingers through it.

"Sulfur. The demons beat us here. Whatever the deal is with this Anna girl--" Sam started but Dean finished.

"Yeah, they want her. They're not screwing around."  The 30-year-old took a deep breath, "All right, so, if I was 'Girl, Interrupted," Dean paused and plucked a few addressed envelopes and recommenced. "And I know the score of the apocalypse, just busted out of the nut-box..." He looked down at his brother. "Possibly using superpowers, by the way. Where do I go?"

Sam brought himself to his feet and caught a glimpse of a family photo. "Hey, you got those sketches from Anna's notebook?" He motioned with his finger.

"Yeah." Dean nodded his head and tossed the envelopes to the side. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out some papers he tore from her sketchbook.

The poppy flower fell out of his jacket, the stem was a vivid green.

Bending over to pick up the flower, Dean shoved the papers into Sam's hands and studied the piece of nature. For a second, there was a spark of hope in him that Ariel might be alive.

Sam glanced at the flower but the realization didn't dawn on him until he saw a scarlet petal growing from the stem. "What is that?"

"Um.." Dean cleared his throat as he thumbed the forming bulb. "Nothing." The hunter furrowed his brows and stuffed the flower into his jacket. He couldn't contain his happiness

Lowering the photo, Sam looked down at his brother, unsure of how to say this correctly. "Look...I'm sorry- ."

Dean shut his eyes, "Don't." He dragged his hands over his face and drew his lower lip between his teeth.

"Check this out." Sam shuffled through the sketches and stopped on a drawing of a stained glass window.

The 30-year-old opened his eyes, glancing between the photo and illustration. "She was drawing the window of her church."

"Over and over." Sam murmured, tracing his index finger over the colored ink. "If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?"

Dean ran his tongue over his bottom lip as recognition dawned on his face. "Let's change and then go."

A BAR 

NOT ON EARTH

Ariel could feel her grace replenishing, it wasn't quick but it was fast enough to the point where she may be able to heal, fly, and flash her eyes; Basic things.

'Ariel.'

A prayer? No one could possibly know she was alive. The voice sounded familiar.

It was Dean.

"Let me go," Ariel demanded.

"Not at this moment," The disembodied voice said.

"He needs me." Ariel turned to the entrance but it disappeared. "I need to save him."  She muttered.

Tossing her head back with closed eyes, a bright golden light engulfed the bar and her body. When she opened her eyes they were filled with grace, glowing gold.

EARTH

CHURCH ATTIC 

DAY

Sam and Dean entered the church in their hunter attire, with guns drawn. The brothers stepped carefully around the corner of each flight of steps until they reached the top.

Sam entered the attic first, searching the room for any movement and his eyes fell on a silhouette of a girl, hiding behind a stained glass divider. He looked at Dean, "Dean." With a pointed gun, he motioned toward the divider.

Once the figure moved behind the glass, Sam held up his hands and put his gun away, prompting Dean to do the same.

"Anna?"  Sam cautiously took a few steps forward. "We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help." He motioned between himself and Dean, "My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean." =

"Sam? Not Sam Winchester?" Her voice came from behind the glass.

The long-haired male glanced at Dean confused, "Uh, yeah."

Stepping. "And you're Dean. The Dean?"

Dean's eyes widened at that title. The flirtatious side of him surfaced as he thought of a reply. "Well, yeah." He pursed his lips sheepishly, "The Dean, I guess." His response earned a bitch-face from Sam.

Anna slowly walked toward the righteous man, "It's really you. Oh my God." She laughed, a bit overwhelmed by the fact that Dean freaking Winchester was standing in front of her. "The- The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but Ariel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us."

The girl then gazed at Sam, "And some of them don't like you at all." She smiled wanly and continued. "They talk about you all the time lately. I feel like I know you. They also talk about Ariel a lot. Is she with you?" She rambled.

Dean averted his gaze as his brows drew together. "So, you talk to angels?"He asked, wanting to avoid the subject of Ariel.

"Oh, no. No, no way." Anna shook her head. "Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of...overhear them."

Sam scrunched up his face in confusion. "You overhear them?"

"Yeah," Anna breathed deeply and shut her eyes. "They talk, and sometimes I just...hear them in my head." She opened her eyes hoping the boys would understand.

Dean raised his brows at the thought, "Like, right now?"

"Not right this second, but a lot. And-" Anna's eyes darted between the two men and gulped. "And I can't shut them out, there are so many of them." The redhead's words trailed off near the end as she thought of something she maybe should tell Dean.

Anna smiled, "She- Ariel talked about you a lot, Dean." She shut her eyes as she remembered hearing Ariel's voice in her head, "Her voice was very loud, very commanding. But a few weeks ago she went silent...is she okay?"

Dean winced at her name and shifted on his back foot, "So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just...tuning into angel radio." He did not want to talk about Ariel.

"Yeah, basically." Anna nodded and looked up at Dean whose eyes were fixed on the floor.

Sam pursed his lips, "Anna, when did the voices start? Do you remember?"

Anna nodded, "I can tell you exactly- September 18th."

Hearing this date, Dean's eyes shot over to Sam who had the same worried look. "The day I got out of Hell."  He mumbled.

Anna took a small step forward, "First words I heard, clear as a bell-- 'Dean Winchester is saved.'"

Dean's ears perked up at that phrase.

If Ariel and Castiel were the ones who pulled him out, did that mean they were the ones who shouted that so loud that it made Anna hear the angels? A part of him felt happy that Ariel might have screamed those words, but a large portion of him was sad that now he may not be able to see her again.

In the span of an hour, he forgot about the flower that was sprouting in his pocket.

"What do you think?" Dean asked Sam.

Sam scoffed and shook his head, "It's above my paygrade, man."

"Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad." Dean murmured whilst nodding his head. He resumed, "They get a hold of you, they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're 1-900-angel."

It felt like things just kept getting bigger and much harder to fight.

Anna smiled at Dean, still in awe of his presence. "Hey, um, do you know-- are my parents okay? I didn't go home. I was afraid."

Before the boys could react and tell her that her parents were dead, Ruby came charging in. "You got the girl. Good, let's go."

"Ah!" Anna backed away from the trio, almost falling over. "Her face!"

Sam reached out a hand to silence Anna. "It's okay. She's here to help."

Dean sneered, "Yeah, don't be so sure." He looked in Ruby's general direction.

Ruby glanced at Sam, "We have to hurry."

"Why?" Dean challenged.

"Because a demon's coming-- big-timer. We can fight later, Dean." The demon snapped, starting for the door but Dean's words pulled her back.

Dean scoffed, "Well, that's pretty convenient-- showing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?" His jaw tightened.

"I didn't bring him here. You did." Ruby asserted.

"What?" Dean glanced at Sam whose eyes were transfixed on Ruby.

Ruby took a step forward and gestured to Anna, "He followed you from the girl's house. We gotta go now."

Sam turned to tell Anna to follow but he caught a glimpse of the Mother Mary statue bleeding from the eyes. "Dean..." He pointed to the statue.

Dean looked at the statue with wide eyes. He parted his lips as he wasn't sure what it meant. There were no words.

"It's too late." Terror overtook Ruby's face as she couldn't think of what to do either. She took a few steps toward Sam who already had an idea to hide Anna.

"Anna!" Sam walked the girl over to the closet and pushed her inside. "Stay in there. Don't move." He then shut the door and walked back to where his brother and demonic acquaintance were waiting for him.

Sam dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a flask of holy water but was stopped by Ruby.

"No, Sam, you got to pull him right away." Ruby watched Sam as he walked by, not concerned with how Dean felt.

Dean's face contorted at the suggestion. "Whoa, hold on a sec. Ariel said that-"

Ruby snapped her head in Dean's direction, " Ariel is dead. Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going dark side. He does his thing, he exorcises that demon, or we die."

What was Dean to do?

The hunter parted his lips and looked to Sam with a wary grimace. He wasn't sure whether to let Sam use his powers or honor Ariel's wishes. Sam had already bent the rules; He used them to kill Samhain.

There was a beat.

Sam glanced at the flask with a conflicted look in his eyes. He wasn't sure what to do either, but it seemed like his only option. It took him a moment to put the flask away and turn to face the entrance.

Suddenly the door tore open, a caucasian male emerging from the darkness. He rounded the steps, his fingers grazing against the dusty banister. The demon looked at his fingers, disgusted.

Sam inhaled deeply and raised his arm outward, attempting to pull the demon but it did nothing.

The demon brought his hand up to his throat, "That tickles." He flashed his white eyes at the trio.  "You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam." He raised his hand and made a pulling motion, sending Sam flying through the banister and down the steps.

This put Sam out of commission for now.

Dean drew Ruby's knife from his jacket, not noticing that he dropped the flower.  He went to attack the demon, drawing his arm back but was stopped mid-strike by the demon.

"Hello again, Dean." The demon grinned, throwing Dean into a wooden beam and knocking the knife out of his hand. He landed a few punches on the human before gripping him by his collar and setting up him against the support beam.

'Ariel'  Dean prayed silently, hoping she would answer.

The demon mocked him, "Come on, Dean. Don't you recognize me?" He landed a few more blows. "Oh, I forgot-- I'm wearing a pediatrician. But we were so close...in Hell."

Dean shut his eyes as he tried to understand the words that were coming from the demon's mouth. Between the punches and the pounding headache, the only name that came to his head was 'Alastair.' But that couldn't be- Alastair should still be in hell.

"Alastair." Dean sneered with blood staining his teeth.

Meanwhile, in the background, Anna's screaming could be heard. "NO! NO! SO LOUD!" The girl pulled away from Ruby's grasp just as the church bells began tolling. Anna held her hands to her head while shaking it. "THE SCREAMING!"

Alastair landed a few more punches on Dean before he noticed the chaos ensuing around him.

The ringing intensified as the light from outside faded to darkness and a sonic boom was heard above the church. The window cracked from the high frequency.

Ruby and Anna looked at the giant stained glass window as the room began trembling from whatever was about to descend upon the church.

"No, no- Why is an archangel tethered to you?!" Alastair pressed out between clenched teeth. He yanked Dean and tossed him to the ground, ready to make an escape but as he turned he was stabbed in his shoulder with the demon knife by Sam.

Sam rushed to Dean's side and helped him to his feet. They both stared at the window, eyes wide with fear.

Dean panted heavily as he thought of who could be tethered to him. There was no way it could be her until he caught a glimpse of the red poppy, crushed under the weight of his boot. His face contorted at the thought of his angel actually being alive.

Just then, a fiery orb crashed through the window and landed in the middle of the room. The being cracked the concrete floor, sending a blastwave of grace through the room and knocking everyone over.  

Alastair raised his arms to protect himself from the light but couldn't withstand the power. He disappeared along with the knife.

PART THREE

SERIES MASTERLIST

[alotta-lovin]

3 and 13 for the f/o ask, once again any f/o!!! ❤

3. How would you describe your f/o’s laugh?

h– how does one describe the best sounds on earth? legit all their laughs make me the happiest person i could be and always make me smile.

13. What your favorite word to hear your f/o say?

H– how can i pick one thing again?? l ike?? just them talking could brighten up my day.

Cronus : D O L L OR ANY FUCKING PETNAME.

(This fuckers voice can make me melt istg)

Reggie : Baby? i guess??

(Reggie’s voice makes me far to happy to hear)

Steve : i dont know w h y but the way he says “yes” is??? wonderful?? i dont fucking know wh y—

(Okay, this lil fuck can sing and just him talking i dont know what it is but its like ive felt peace for the first time)

Dean : — “Close”? i guess??? i dont know what it is but that–

(his voice all together though hits a little too close to home and just the emotion and such he has hits too close to home as well– some similar life experiences.)

[alotta-lovin]

2 and 32!

I’m not sure what ship you’re meaning so— uhhhh…. Ill answer for my Main ships?

2. Was it love at first sight, or did it take awhile for you to warm up to each other?

Fish n’ Chips : On my part yes, f u c ki n died when i saw him i lost my mind– I’m not sure for him????

Gun Powder n’ Flower Petals : It– took a bit then i was the one that realized i liked him and he kinda denied he liked me?? for a while??

Lady In Yellow n’ Bat Outta Hell : Which time? if you mean the first time around when they “dated” she was terrified of him– then slowly actually started to like him after spending a bit of time with him– then that time went down the shitter then you guys know how the second time went

32. Is jealousy a problem at all?

Okay all around im a chill person, im a walking contridiction though— its because of my Anxiety gets to me then my self hatred and i get jealous cause– just lemme answer this.

Fish n’ Chips : Him and i kinda in a sense talk about it? i get hella insecure about certain people guys, girls what ever if they give off a confident aura and he laughs at their jokes a ton its like “fu c k” in my brain and instantly it results in letting go of his hand then walking away and taking a break to myself— then just crying when he comes to find me and hugs me and just– self hatred is a bitch… then again it goes that way for him too– But he’s more violent… if someone looks at me in a certain way he doesnt like i have to pull him away to make him chill.

Gun Powder n’ Flower Petals : Y e s. on my part. fucking. yes. very much so at the beginning– then after we actually get together if he starts flirting with others i flirt with others in return and it gets him to stop cause he gets jealous that im talking to another guy in the way he’s talking to another girl.

Lady In Yellow n’ Bat Outta Hell : Yes and no?? like— it can be but it also can’t be?? its a strange dynamic– the first time “dating” yes, very much so yes. i’m not sure about the second time

[alotta-lovin]

how would some of your favs comfort you? your pick

Ooo thats actually an interesting ask–

Hmmmm—-

(Weed and fire are gonna make a mention in this--- more than once so)

Cronus ; that would depend honestly…if its for the situation im having right now and have been dealing with for a long time it would be to get me high as a fuckin kite and if needed go and buy some more bud and come back, let me smoke some more, munch on a couple of things and cuddle me, put on something i like to watch or just music for background noise and just cuddle and talk to me.

But after a while of letting me get high off my ass enough to the point where i cant walk straight anymore he’d more than likely ask “Hey?” “Nnn?” “Do you vwanna do the fire pit tonight?” “Y E S” and pick me up and take me out to our backyard onto the patio and get the fire going after setting me onto the rocking bench then cuddling me there while i just end up more than likely passing out in his arms against his chest.

That or he’d see if pervy things would fix it too– cause its Cronus but he’d try to go for the sweet route more than likely.

Dean ; He’d more than likely see if sex would fix it too?? i mean it might but hey– if i objected to that then he’d more than likely take me on a drive, maybe let me drive, put in some good music and just sing our hearts out until we got to a spot where it was a big enough clearing to set up a fire pit and sit on the hood and like so with Cronus he’d let me get stoned or just continue to sing our hearts out and talk, heck even if he let me get stoned he’d stay sober more than likely to make sure i didnt wig out or anything, mostly to make sure that if something did attack then at least ONE of us isnt shit faced in one way or another.

But he’d let me get a bit stoney, or more. and give me things i could go ape shit with and throw into the fire and release some of the stuff ive been holding back. and if it came down to it after the high wore off enough for me to he’d set up maybe a target or something and let me go to down with shooting the damn thing, that or set up empty beer cans/bottles and tell me to shoot those.

(These were the main two that instantly came to mind about this– i hope you don’t mind that–….)

[alotta-lovin]

I'm not sure if you're still doing it but can you do all 10 from the self ship meme with Fish n' Chips and Gun Powder n' Flower Petals?? :00 (or just one of those if you don't want to do both!!) If not i'm sorry if i bothered you and i hope you're having a good day!! -💜

OOOOO okay 

001. .   .   .   kills the spider

i will try like being all “tough” and ill just go to kill it and it moves and i end up screaming.

Fish n’ Chips :

Cronus will pick it up and throw it outside and close the door. that or kill it no big deal.

Gun Powder n’ Flower Petals :

Dean will walk up and stomp on it more than once then turn back to me and say “There its fuckin dead, hell its even apart of the floor now.”

002. .   .   .   proposed

Fish n’ Chips :

Cronus Did! you can read it >> h e r e

Gun Powder n’ Flower Petals :

I don’t think he’s thought of it— and i dunno if he will maybe?… i dont know.

003.  .   .   .   kissed the other first

Fish n’ Chips :

HE DID— HE KISSED ME FIRST HELL HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO FUCKIN KISS–

Gun Powder n’ Flower Petals :

I believe i did?

004.  .   .   .   initiates things

THEY BOTH DO. ITS RARE I DO. (if we are talking smexy stuff–)

If its fighting then its me more than likely

005.  .   .   .   would leave the other

Fish n’ Chips :

I—- dont wanna think about that. plus im not sure.

Gun Powder n’ Flower Petals :

UHHH—- Okay its Dean Winchester; he more than likely would be the one to leave but our relationship is sorta a on and off thing–

006.  .   .   .   is more jealous

I AM FOR BOTH.

like ill check out girls or guys with them and like point out “Hey she’s cute” or something like that…. but mostly with dean if he searches out girls to flirt with i get hella jealous—

Dean and Cronus mostly have people come up to them though— so i get jealous over it.

007.  .   .   .   is lazier

I AM FOR BOTH SHIPS OH MY GOD.

ill do things but im lazy as hell.

008.  .   .   .   sends weird texts at 3 AM

I do??? again its mostly me for these two but its mostly me either really tired and not making sense or screaming about a show.

009.   .   .   .  is more experienced

T H E Y A R E.

010.   .   .   .  said i love you first

I did— for Cronus though you can see >> h e r e and >> h e r e

aS FOR HOW I SAID IT TO DEAN THAT WOULD NEED ITS OWN POST.

[alotta-lovin]

I'd really love to know more about you and Dean!! Are you a hunter? How did you two meet? How do you get along with Sam? What's your relationship with Dean like? Do you have pet names for each other? What was your reaction to his first (and other) deaths? How does he react to you getting hurt? Has he ever let you drive baby? How do you both like to relax after a stressful hunt? Have you had any really bad fights? -💜

SURE THING ANON!!! Just so you know its long…as fuck.

Are you a hunter?

I am– i’m a witch as well not a great one or anything either just…small things. So mostly hunter?????

How did you two meet?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH HO HO HO HO HO– ACTUALLY, On a hunt— it was… something. I believe it was a run of the mill Vampire nest if im remembering correctly how we met– i was already pursuing the nest at this point no hell and let alone the knowledge that they were pursuing it at the same time i was and just kinda we came in from different sides and saw each other last minute before the fuckin doors shut letting everyone in the nest know that we were there… So start fighting and killing off the nest one by one when possible…and because im small and i was caught up in my own brain and confused about how i didn’t know others were pursuing this nest that were a team at that and would more than likely have a better chance with it as well than with me goin in on it alone like i originally planned and what i had found out it was a lot bigger than what i fuckin though’ so you can imagine how many times i would snap back to reality when he was yelling “Behind you!” or other directions “Left!” “Turn the fuck around!”.

After a few minutes of it i kinda got annoyed by being demanded after i was actually registering what i was doing and where they were coming from, and with that annoyed anger i started becoming sharper with my swings and hits when needed and I did get hit a few times of course cause im small and maybe got a lil too cocky when getting into the zone more– and Sam was the one to take on the Head of the nest– and after finishing up and with me i burn the bodies of the monsters i kill so i made them help me drag them all out to the back to burn the bodies and such..  And standing there with my hands in my pockets, my machete at my side on the ground from tossing it there and watching the flames glow and trying not to get a headache from the smell of flesh fuckin burning he walked up put his hand out and said “I’m Dean.” and with his other hand using his thumb to point back to his brother “And that’s Sammy”. i took a minute before i wiped the semi dried blood off my hand and onto my jeans as much as i possibly could i grabbed his hand and shook it, cleared my throat and spoke up “And I’m Faith.” letting go of his hand i then put it back in my pocket and turned to face him “Didn’t know you were pursuing the nest at all- sorry if i fucked up any plans you had” which was followed by “Don’t worry about it, i just think a tiny gal like you shouldn’t be going into big cases like that–” “And i don’t think you should be telling me what i can and can not do here, Darlin’. Make sure it burns out for me.” which i then leaned down and pulled my hand back out of my pocket and grabbed my machete and started heading to my Blazer (something probs like this) and waved to Sammy before shaking his hand introducing myself to him and actually exchanging numbers with him if they needed “A tiny gal” to help with a case. then headed towards my car unlocking it and throwing the Machete onto the other side of the seat and getting then proceeding to drive away basically. 

How do you get along with Sam?

Not gonna lie– Sam and i get along really well– like the replacement big brother i never had to replace the shit one i got??? its nice. Hell he was the one that fuckin straight up told Dean to stop being a pussy and admit that he had feelings for me cause he wouldn’t shut up about how he was demanding Sammy to message me to see if i was okay and or if i needed help just so he could see me or always asking Sammy “Have you heard from Faith lately” and just– as much as Dean and i get on each others tails about things and annoy the other with small things Sam knew i had feelings for Dean and thats because i told him but it was also the way i treated him??? i guess?? but Sam was the one to fuckin tell Dean to man up and tell me and mean-time-in-between-time IM FUCKIN SITTING RIGHT THERE AND JUST WITH A “wait whut” look on my face before registering what the fuck is happening and hiding my face in the table 

What’s your relationship with Dean like?

Its— How do i put this– Okay, so i like doing my own thing, ill listen by rules if needed you know, and ill respect others and i have my own rules too so i follow by those and i have rules for other people, And same goes for Dean you know?

So sometimes things like that get in and sorta make us fight– but its mostly because we aren’t used to feeling like this feeling???? For him its, “Everyone ive loved so far has died and i dont want this to happen but shes being so fuckin— Stubborn about doing this ONE THING!” and for me its “I don’t want to lose this person i feel so strongly for but i dont understand this feeling and he wont listen to this ONE THING and i get that he has his ways and i have mine but…i dont want to lose him…at all.” So its fighting because we love each other but then that leads to lots of love building up more and more worry but also more trust in the other after proving that we’ll be okay. Its..a little all over the place but its also held together well??

Hell if he’s angry and fucking beating a tree with his bare fists im that fuckin girl to sit there and grab a drink and watch him do it while talking to Sam..that or if im working on like something to make me relax like lets say– a Flower necklace and i finished the spell on it ill walk up behind him and put it around his neck and he instantly relaxes…maybe too much cause he ends up falling back onto me and i have to catch him– its a weird but nice relationship if that makes sense?.

Heck– man if he fuckin flirts with a chick im that person to walk up and start flirting with someone as well– It gets him to stop and when he stops ill stop. so he’s slowly learned and is learning “Okay no flirting other than with her” but still does it from time to time.

Do you have pet names for each other?

We have to keep in mind i use pet names for everyone– and when i say everyone i mean EVERYONE. sometimes stuff like “Lil fucker” “Fuckin bitch” “Dipnap” for some odd reason to things like “Sweetie” “Sugar” “Babe” not even kidding. BUT! i have special ones for him.

⁃ Dreamboat (From Me to Dean)⁃ Casanova (From Me to Dean)⁃ Little Darlin’ (From Dean to Me)⁃ Baby Doll (From Dean to Me)⁃ Pain in my fuckin ass (From Me to Dean)(In a loving, irritated/annoyed way)⁃ Tiny Brat (From Dean to Me) (In a loving, irritated/annoyed way)

Phone Contact names : (Both Phones)

Dean:

Phone #1 ⁃ Angel Eyes (Faith)Phone #2 ⁃ Lady Luck

Faith:

Phone #1 ⁃ Hotshot (Dean)Phone #2 ⁃ Knockout

Bonus!:

⁃ Champ (From Me to Sammy) (Sisterly way)⁃ Peaches (From Sammy to Me) (Brotherly way) (His definition for calling me it in his words are : “I think you’re delightful and you’re a sweetie like a peach so, instead of just sis; you know…Peaches?”)

What was your reaction to his first (and other) deaths? :

Okay they basically killed me and each time he fuckin came back i always thought for some fucked reason that some fucking demon or shape shifter was always trying to fuck with me so– you can imagine how many things have been thrown or shot at him– or splashed with holy water as well—

How does he react to you getting hurt? :

Oh god–  Okay, so …not good?? but also like a huge worry-wart and if its really bad (I.E. gunshot wounds, deep stabs or extreme wounds) hes not hesitant to start calling for Feather butt–.

Has he ever let you drive baby? :

Yeah actually- a few times, the first time he was very– demanding that i do things a certain way and i got annoyed and fed up with it so i took my foot of the gas and my hands off the wheel, going down hill and crossed my arms and looked over at him while Sam sat in the back mortified and scared cause the car started to drift to the other side of the road with on-coming traffic and all i said with a dead-pan look “You wanna drive then? Be my guest. ill wait” which was followed by “OKAY DO WHAT YOU WANT JUST DRIVE DAMMIT BEFORE WE GET HIT!” “Okay then, thank you” and – it was an experience..needless to say he doesn’t try to boss around my driving. In baby or my Blazer.

How do you both like to relax after a stressful hunt? :

Hot. Showers. even more over if its a bloody hunt too– just…Hot Showers most of the time…and for him lots of drinks while im just having a few here and there and more so drinking tea more than likely. that or…other things.

Have you had any really bad fights? :

Yes. a few actually– they were more so while we were both denying our feelings… The first one was when i was still confused why i got so jealous about him talking to other girls/guys all around and when he would gloat about what pussy he got the night before. but continuing on he started flirting with our waitress while we were at a Diner, i ordered my food, then Sam..then Dean– and of course she was very much okay with it and with how small i am and how i look the age im not which is that of a young child– She more than likely thought i was their little cousin or somethin of that nature, and when she came back with our food after a little while he said thank you and bit his lip as she waved and walked away which was followed by him watching her walk away….I picked up my plate slid out of the booth and dumped it into his lap and threw the plate into his lap as well which i then leaned over the table and grabbed my car keys (we took my Blazer) and walked out driving back to the hotel leaving both Sam and Dean there to walk back with no key-card to get back in….i i think it was over reacting personally but Sam things he deserved it since a few hours before picking me up he was so worried and excited to hear about what had been going on with me and all this other bullsnaps…but that was our first big/really bad “Fight”???? theres more which some have lead in either me getting into my Blazer and driving off and going ghost on him but not Sam for a month or two or if i was holding a bat (most common for me) or a machete and i was close to baby… As much as i hate myself for it but at the time i didnt really care ive put dents in the hood or ive broken the windows or scratched the pant— it was bad… but yeah.

[alotta-lovin]

🏆🎨🛒🍝??

Imma answer this for Dean and I i hope you don't mind!

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🏆: is your f/o competitive with you?

Y e s. Its... oof. Its mostly in a matter of whose right from time to time but yeah..

🎨: does your f/o like to create? (needlepointing, drawing, knitting, putting a puzzle together, etc)

I mean he works on his car and puts it together... a l o t.

🛒: how does your f/o act in the grocery store (or any store)? do they goof off or try to get out as fast as possible?

Usually he wants in and out quick.

🍝: do you go out/get take-out often?

T a k e - o u t.

[alotta-lovin]

It's addictive the minute you let yourself think The things that I say just might matter to someone All of this time I've been keeping my mind on the running away And for the first time I think I'd consider the stay

so a while back i started thinking about how much this song from Waitress made me think of Cronus, Dean, Reggie and Steve-- and just... i wanted to make it a mini series but at the time i just-- didnt have the effort in me to do so, thus i didnt. but i think this still turned out really good and i wanted to still share it with ya!

[alotta-lovin]

“Rebel souls Deserters we've been called Chose a gun And threw away the sun Now these towns, well they all know our name The death punch sound is our claim to fame.”

So uh--- wanted to try my hand at a moodboard cause thats apparently what i was in the mood to do--- so u h here you go. some Angsty and kinda deep Gun Powder N’ Flower Petals st u f f

(@curvy-roses sent me the song and just kinda--- i went a lil wild.)

(all images were found on pinterest---- just sayin.)