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   You hear the sizzling snap of a lightning strike. Then thunder rolls, booming the announcement of electricity's brief contact with the Earth. The rain falls, pounding your roof like a million tiny fists. You hear to groaning and crashing of the trees and the whistling moan of the gleeful gale. The radio clicks on of its own accord, the announcer's voice blabbering on about some trivial person you have never met. Seconds later it snaps off from losing power. Crows caw warnings to each other, the flock occasionally flying into your window with a painful thud. Another lightning strike snaps, so close you can hear each of the thousand individu

  As Christmas break passed, you only saw Jack every once and a while. Occasionally he'd come visit you in your room and you'd simply just enjoy the company of each other. He understood that you really didn't want to go outside, although he often tried to convince you to see the beautiful winter scenes he'd created; Which you'd just look at through your window. He still played with your sister outside, and you sometimes secretly viewed their snowball fights. Jack seemed to genuinely like making your sister happy, which was your favorite trait about him. As you got to know him better, you also found several other things you loved about him. Yo

    There you sat on your bed, browsing the internet with that empty look you almost always wore this time of year. It was Christmas break of course, time for cookies, lights and laughter. However, you found the break quite boring. You liked to keep yourself busy, and being snowed in nearly every year with nothing to do wasn't your idea of fun.    Your little sister on the other hand, loved the large amounts of snow. It was always falling this time of year, but she would always come and knock on your door yelling in that high-pitched voice of hers about the weather. She claimed that a boy named Jack Frost made it snow, and even went so far

Life With Jack Frost Chapter 1: Night fell and it’s already winter. Wherever you look, all you can see is snow. Plants and trees are covered with frosts and blankets of white, shining snow. Roads and pathways are covered with snowdrifts and the roads started to become slippery. You’re walking while listening to your favorite music and saw a bench nearby and decided to rest for a bit and enjoy the white, clean and bright view outdoors. You closed your eyes when the frigid cold wind ran into your face. You shook my head, making my hair wiggle. While picking a piece of paper and pencil from your bag, a gale of wind stroked and you

Castiel x Reader The Pizza Man and The Babysitter “Saaaaaaaam. Sammmmmmmmyyyyyyyy. Dude. Sam.” You said, poking Sam repeatedly. Sam was trying to do some research, but he wasn’t very successful with you annoying him. “What do you want, ________?” He asked, as nicely as he could. “Where’s Cas?” “He’s at the store with Dean. I don’t know why. Now, will you please stop bothering me?” You stuck your tongue out at him and stopped bothering him, only to grab your computer to e-mail him. -Sammy’s P.O.V- Ding, ding! You sighed and opened your e-mail. *message received from

Castiel had overheard Dean and Sam talking about slash, but he had no idea what it really meant. He'd wanted to ask about it, but never had the occasion. So he'd waited. An now, on one of those quiet nights in a motel room, Sam doing research, Dean drinking a beer, reading the newspaper for a hunt. "Dean." Castiel said cautiously. "Yeah, Cas?" Dean asked distractedly. "What is…'slash'?" he asked, cocking his head. Unfortunately for Dean, he'd had a mouth full of beer in his mouth, and he ended up choking to stop it from coming out of his mouth. Sam's mouth just dropped. "You're kidding. You don't want to know." Dean said, wiping dri

Winter. Just the name of the season gave you chills. Why? Because unlike the people of the world around you, so ignorant to the beauty of this season, you recognize the magnificence of what only happens for a few precious months each year. It is the time that you hold in your heart, close to your soul. And when hotter months come, your heart yearns for the beautiful coldness, and the feeling that enters your heart can only be described through snow, frosted windowpanes, and crystal clear ice. The snowflakes, so different from the spoiled, ruined blackness of the world around, fall down covering the hills with a beautiful blanket of pure wh