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SPN hiatus creations | Week Five | Women of Supernatural

"Women have always been the strong ones of the world."                                —                  Coco Chanel

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Jared finally met someone he has to look up to in order to make eye contact

[queen-of-d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r-blog]

A LETTER TO MY KIDS BY JARED PADALECKI

dear tom, shep, and odette, i realize fathers day was supposed to be about…. well… “fathers”… praising them and thanking them and making them feel needed and appreciated.

but, as the “father” in this relationship, i wanted to change things up a bit. specifically, i wanted to take this opportunity, after my FIFTH fathers day (and counting), not to say “you’re welcome”, but to say “thank you”…

you’ve woken me up earlier than a rooster would even CONSIDER crowing. you’ve given me sleepless nights where i thought you might NEVER, in fact, go back to sleep. you’ve peed on me, pooped on me, and vomited on me (though not always necessarily in that order). you’ve used me as a bean bag when i read to you. you’ve used me as a punching bag when i don’t. you’ve made me contort my body into 70 different positions in order to climb into the back seat and get your car seat buckled. you’ve coerced me into watching cartoons and animated movies over and over and over again… and over again. you’ve turned my trailer into a jungle gym. you’ve turned my office into a “secret candy storage bunker”. you’ve turned my bed into a UFC octagon. you’ve turned my truck into a giant garbage and food crumb receptacle. you’ve made me stop whatever I’m doing so that i can go catch the lizard you just spotted outside. you’ve yelled at me to stop the car to chase the deer or squirrels that you spotted. you’ve made me chase YOU into the streets to get you back on the sidewalk! you’ve made me replace upholstery that you mistook for a blank canvas (though, in all fairness, it does kind of look like a blank canvas)

you’ve reduced me to tears whenever i witness you in pain.

so.

thank you for all of the extra sunrises I’ve been able to witness. thank you for letting me experience that special feeling you have when you know the world around you is sleeping. thank you for making me wash my clothes more often than i used to (did your mother put you up to this?) thank you for making me read more. thank you for keeping my reflexes up-to-speed. thank you for keeping me flexible. thank you for giving me a believable excuse to watch lion king and ninja turtles and paw patrol (i really do love them :)…) thank you for making my trailer feel like more than just “a place i go to work”. thank you for our “don’t tell mom” excursions up to my office to have a sweet treat (i, TOO, really do love candy…) thank you for testing the mattress springs… they’ve held up so far. thank you for making me clean my truck more often (again, did your mother put you up to this?) thank you for sharpening my lizard-catching skills (i was world-class when i was your age). thank you for making me attempt warm-up-free wind-sprints midway into my thirties. thank you for making me remember why its so important to drive slowly through neighborhoods. thank you for creating art that is worth more to me than any Warhol or Picasso.

thank you for letting me feel what its like to love something more than yourself.

you’ve taught me more than any mentor or teacher ever could.

i have your back. now and always. though, i should warn you, sometimes “having your back” will mean not letting you do something you think you want to. or, maybe it will even mean “scolding you” when you’re doing something dangerous, or “correcting you” when you’re frustrated and lashing out, or not quite being who your mother and i know you can be.

you’ve humbled me. you’ve helped me rediscover the joy of discovery. you’ve turned my world upside down.

and i wouldn’t have it any other way.

-jp

ALL THE CREDITS TO : NOWANDGEN.COM

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SPN Hiatus Creations | Week Six: ↳ Crowley

The King of Hell

[readinginketterdam]

Opinion during the SPN Hiatus:

I really miss Crowley. I never thought I would but here I am and I want him to come back

[itsjohannaaa]

SPN Hiatus Creations ✪ week five

☾ Midseason finales ☽ 

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Padapocalypse

[deathtonormalcy56]

The rain began to fall steadily, turning the already soggy ground into mush. My boots sunk with each step, my slow pace becoming more sluggish. “Ugh, damn rain,” I grumbled, wiping the back of my hand against my cheek, creating a smear. The dirt caked into my skin was starting to loosen up, my knotted hair sticking to the sides of my face.

I shifted my duffel bag further onto my shoulder with a grunt. Every fiber in my body ached and I was itching for a hot shower and my very own bed. We had been gone from the bunker for a little over two weeks now – what seemed at first like an easy hunt turned out to be quite the opposite.

“What I could give for a shower,” Sam sighed out, almost reading my mind. The ends of his long hair curling at the nape of his neck from the rain. Streaks were forming down his cheeks as be brought his face towards the sky. “Dude, what I couldn’t give for a burger,” the older brother moaned, his hand instinctively reaching for his stomach.

I let out an exasperated laugh at Dean’s complaint. “We haven’t slept for the past 24 hours and are literally covered head to toe in muck, and all you can think about is a burger?” Typical Dean. “What? A man’s got to eat, (Y/N).”  His green eyes almost sparkled in the moonlight, a weak grin plastered on his face.

Sam snorts and I shake my head. I had been hunting with the Winchester boys for almost a year now, but the appetite of the elder brother still amazed me.

We reached the Impala and it took everything in me to not collapse right there and now. I climbed into backseat, the black leather cool against my back. The boys crawled in up front slamming the doors behind them. The engine soon roared to life and the car pulled out of the backwoods country in a comfortable silence.

“Actually,” a small smirk played on my lips, “I think I could go for a burger too.” Dean’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, the edges crinkling as his lips curl into a smile. “Now we’re talking,” he flicked on the radio as the Impala began to pick up speed. Sam rolled his eyes as he watched his brother drum along the wheel to the song, leaning his head on the glass window. “You shouldn’t encourage him, (Y/N).”

I stifle a laugh and close my eyes, falling deeper and deeper into the sounds of classic rock – something I have learned to love during my time with the boys. I let the sounds roll over me, encouraging my muscles to finally relax against the seat and breathe. It wasn’t just music to me now; it had developed into so much more.

It had become a celebration, the drum set applauding a job well done for finishing up another case. It had become a healer, washing over the battle scars and bruises, trying to melt away the pain. It had become a friend, enticing us to let go and be free during the small, rare moments that we could. It had become the end, signifying that we had survived another day.

But most importantly it had become welcoming, beckoning us back over and over again. It was the only sanctuary granted to us in this world of monsters and demons, the only constant. And so while at first I may have grudgingly agreed with the “driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole” mantra to simply please Dean, it grew on me.

Because now it meant home.

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