Sharonxxx56

• Watch out for plot holes. [Meat suits don't just die unless the demon's given them fatal injuries so just because the black smoke has gone out of them doesn't mean they're not still alive.] • I don't care that you're not going to talk about the OC's back story. Make sure you know their general background to give the illusion to the reader that you know everything. Plus, you'll feel more comfortable. • Give OCs variation. No one wants to read about the same freaked out, irritated, whiny character, even if it's just two scenes. [But be careful with reactions. Most people aren't going to see someone's head get chopped off and

It has to have been one of the longest days of Penelope's life. The long brown haired waitress is relieved to end her shift and finally stop serving people their food, and get served herself. Her twin sister has made an attempt to set her up with somebody from her office and he sounds alright. Besides, she's not one to pass off a free dinner. When she gets to the bar she can already see him waiting for her – her sister showed her a picture of him. He introduces himself and they make awkward small talk. Penelope can already tell the date is not going to go very well, but she decides to give him a chance. It would be cruel for her to ju

Sam's vision is blurry. All he can make out is the colour of the ceiling, which is a dark brown since all there is up above him is floorboards. The back of his head is killing him, although thankfully not literally because then he knew his older brother actually would kill him. He can still hear Dean a few feet away from him as he stumbles across the floor, trying to stay standing while he wields an iron poker prepared to use it on the spirit lurking around - the same spirit that had just thrown Sam ten feet across the room flat on his back. There's also the sound of a radio in another room – presumably the kitchen, thanks to the spiri

I watch them People in the street They hug and kiss And hold either others hands They save each other But I am alone I have to hold my own hand There is no one to save me Except me. I must save myself.

It has to have been one of the longest days of Penelope's life. The long brown haired waitress is relieved to end her shift and finally stop serving people their food, and get served herself. Her twin sister has made an attempt to set her up with somebody from her office and he sounds alright. Besides, she's not one to pass off a free dinner. When she gets to the bar she can already see him waiting for her – her sister showed her a picture of him. He introduces himself and they make awkward small talk. Penelope can already tell the date is not going to go very well, but she decides to give him a chance. It would be cruel for her to ju

Sam's vision is blurry. All he can make out is the colour of the ceiling, which is a dark brown since all there is up above him is floorboards. The back of his head is killing him, although thankfully not literally because then he knew his older brother actually would kill him. He can still hear Dean a few feet away from him as he stumbles across the floor, trying to stay standing while he wields an iron poker prepared to use it on the spirit lurking around - the same spirit that had just thrown Sam ten feet across the room flat on his back. There's also the sound of a radio in another room – presumably the kitchen, thanks to the spiri

The room was almost silent, if not for the dull humming of Sam's laptop. He was sat at the end of the bed, staring at the screen, occasionally scrolling down the page he was reading. Jenny couldn't tell what he was reading, since she couldn't see the screen, but she gathered it was something to do with the teen. For minutes she stood there, and he didn't look up. She watched him curiously. There was so much she had missed. So much she didn't know about them. But this exactly proved why they didn't need her. And it wasn't like she needed them. Distant family. That's what they'd always been. Blood relative, maybe. But they weren't real family

"Okay." said Davis, slamming down a bunch of papers on the dining room table with a thump. "Three families over the past five years, all move into the house with kids. Two months later the kids commit suicide." Jenny, who was standing next to Sam and Dean, looked over at him as he met her gaze. "But this isn't just regular suicides?" "No." he shook his head, sliding out the files onto the table in a line. There were four kids who had died, which all seemed to be in their teenage years. Sam picked up some of the papers. "Joanna Bailey and her twin brother Harry, James Carlson... slit wrists." Dean eyed at the files and newspaper clippings

Nightfall came pretty fast. After Davis had shown them the information on the house, they had come to a decision that they'd all go and check it out the morning, and so the four of them had gone to bed. Sam and Dean had to share the only room left, though as if they cared. The beds that were hardly ever used anyway were more comfortable than most of the motels they'd ever stayed in. "Man..." Dean sighed, as he lay under the covers. "I could get used to this." "Yeah well." replied Sam. "You know we're not gunna stay here long." Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, Sammy, we can at least appreciate it. Damn, if only I knew our cuz had this many luxur