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A quick sketch of Rose Tyler in my own style. by Laurenthebumblebee A quick sketch of Rose Tyler in my own style. :iconlaurenthebumblebee:Laurenthebumblebee 4 0
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Finding grace - Castiel-x-female!reader.
                                                                  
                                                                     
When Sam and Dean told you that Cas had gone AWOL, you were distraught. The last thing you needed was for the fallen angel that had rebelled against Heaven to go running into the wilderness when all of his kind were out to get him. You acted out at this point, taking it out on Dean and Sam which made the whole bunker shake under all your aggression;
"Gods sake boys, will you ever learn?! You know there are angels are out to get Cas!" You scolded them, as if you had miraculously
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What lies beneath - Metacrisis!Doctor-x-Rose
                                                                                   
Rose had been concerned about The Doctor ever since he had left his fish and chips that she had gotten them both for dinner. It was tradition on a Friday that after work at Torchwood they would both return to home with a meal from the chip shop as a reminder of their first date together. Knowing that The Doctor wasn't himself, she wondered if she had done something wrong;
"John... what's wrong sweetie? You've barely touched your fish" Rose remembered saying, pointing over to The Doctor that was staring blankly back at her, almost gawking at her with the plastic fork in his grasp, clutching it very tightly. 
"I'm fine" The Doctor replied in a harsh tone but
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Comatose - SPN!boys
                                           
Dean had been in a coma since he, his father and his brother had reunited on the road after one hell of a year of trying to find the yellow eyed demon which had led into the three of them colliding with a huge truck that Sam and John had discovered to have been driven by yellow eyes' followers. Sam and John had managed to recover from their severe injuries, John especially finding it difficult to cope with the recovery. This was since he was in shock that Dean may not make it out alive. He felt responsible for putting Dean there, although, it only reflected to Sam about how selfish and uncaring John had appeared to be as he hid how he truly felt about his sons.
There was a few times that Dean had nearly gone too deep into his sleep, a doctor had managed to revive him, the Doctors name be
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One last night- Dean-x-female!reader.
                                                                                       
When Dean had said he was coming over to your place, you were delighted! It had been months. Months. Without as much as a text or call from him. Last thing you heard before you saw him again was that Sam had gone out on a hunt after the brothers had a bit of an argument which had then led to Sam not going back to the bunker. Of course, the feeling of worry and despair had built up over those few months over Dean and you did nothing but mope around after him, like a lost puppy. Although you thought it was all worth it once he did get in touch and you saw him a your front door.
You and Dean had been an item for about two years -on
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Rose tinted spectacles - Rose-x-The-Doctor
                                                                                     
Rose had been painting her toe nails on the captains chair in the console room for quite some time now. She had managed to have an evening to herself since the doctor had been feeling a little under the weather. Rose had insisted that the Doctor should have a nap to regain some energy as he certainly wasn't the bouncy porcupine haired man-child he usually was. He had refused of course but once she had guided him to bed and laid him down in his crumpled pinstriped suit onto his feather filled covers, he was soon snoring away. Rose had taken advantage of this peace alone as it was the first time in many weeks that she had managed to treat herself without th
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Brother - SPN!boys. (Song fic)
Dean and Sam Winchester. These two brothers have been through it all. Dean has always been Sam's rock and Sam has always been Dean's rock. However, they have their problems as all families do. What more problems would there be with what the brothers have to face everyday? These problems have been shown to be over come through their love for each other. They are never the type of brothers to show their affection towards one another, only when it seems necessary. Not physically anyway. The brothers certainly have their own way of showing their reliance on each other and how they cope being without each other.
                                                                
Ramblers in the wilderness we can’t find what we need
We get a little restless from the searching
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Reminiscing - Rose Tyler (Doctor Who).
                                                                                            
There she was. All pink and yellow. Rosy cheeks that hued radiantly against the cream sheets she lay on. Her blonde mess that lay softly on the pillow beneath her. She was dreaming again. Tossing and turning. Forever forgetting her footing in life. The normality of reality. 
Rose Tyler. No longer the stuff of legend. Although as she rolled over onto her side, resting her clenched hand on her cheeks, feeling the pins and needles run through her sleeping arm. She saw him with heavy eyes. Not the Doctor. No. But some other guy. A man she was learning to love all over again. He was soothingly snoring, the light from
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Dean Winchester - The alcoholic
                                                                           
Dean had always had a sweet taste of ambition when it came to alcohol. This had become an essence of Deans life since his dad had left him practically homeless as a child, when he went recklessly hunting which left Dean to look after his little brother Sam. Of course, Dean hadn't developed this 'craving' in his childhood, however innocently watching his father cower over bottle after bottle of guilt ridden substances his father could find, Dean suspected this was normal. This was along with the motel lounging and the curb crawling for monsters that make your bed go bump in the night. 
This bow legged man hadn't classed himself as an alcoholic, personally, he felt it was a preference
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A quick sketch of Rose Tyler in my own style.
A sketch I done in study of Rose. I didn't have any references so it doesn't exactly look like her but oh well.. I know most of my sketches of people look like their own style. I've been quite busy with work over the past few weeks so I haven't uploaded much. Hope you like it anyway :) 
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When Sam and Dean told you that Cas had gone AWOL, you were distraught. The last thing you needed was for the fallen angel that had rebelled against Heaven to go running into the wilderness when all of his kind were out to get him. You acted out at this point, taking it out on Dean and Sam which made the whole bunker shake under all your aggression;

"Gods sake boys, will you ever learn?! You know there are angels are out to get Cas!" You scolded them, as if you had miraculously become their mother which was kind of sad now that you thought about it. Sam and Dean were meanwhile sat at the long table staring at you blankly. Sam then looked down sheepishly as you cast a glare at him whilst you felt Deans eyes on you, knowingly that you had a reason to be upset, "Look (y/n), Cas will be fine... he always is" 

You rolled your eyes, hands on your hips, "Well what if he isn't? He's a fallen angel! He doesn't know a single thing about how to be human.." 

Sam looked up at you now, Dean gestured at him as if he was an expert at helping you feel better, "Hey (y/n), you need to relax, if Cas is in trouble, he'll ring us. He knows how to use his cell at least" You sighed at that comment. Why hadn't he rang then? 
You fell back onto one of the wooden chairs beside the brothers, "I'm sorry guys" You began, taking out your phone from your jeans pocket to check it. No messages. No missed phone calls. This made your anxiety pulse your heart like it was pulling at harp strings. 

Dean leaned over to touch your arm in comfort, "Its okay. We understand how much Cas means to you - to all of us", You nodded, not really taking much notice, staring down at your phone that stared back at you with such a blank expression you felt even the phone was mocking you. 

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The Winchesters had gone to bed after a while of you all sitting in silence, the air thick with worry from the unknown whereabouts of Castiel. You, on the other hand, had stayed awake, sitting at the table as you had been previously, your phone lay on the table in front of you, you subconsciously staring at the screen as it illuminated the dim bunker around you. 

Suddenly, your phone buzzed making it slide towards the edge of the table. You steadied it, and looked upon the conditions of the screen. 

(Y/N)... please come... don't tell the brothers. I need you. ALONE. C x

A text alert had appeared in a preview form on your phone, from an unknown number. You were hasty at first but your heart skipped a beat, you knew there was a possibility that it wasn't Castiel but you had hopes, especially with the 'C' inferring it to be your angel. How you missed him. Logically, you thought it would be stupid to actually go alone but when you peeped through the hallway to see the illuminated silhouettes of the two brothers softly snoring in their slumber, you didn't want to wake them, they barely slept as it was.

You decided to go alone. 

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Tracking the mysterious number by GPS which was conveniently turned on for you to seek, it had led you to an abandoned estate of the night. A fenced basket ball court brought to your attention where you saw a questionable figure leaning against the tree trunk opposite you, the figure looked hunched and uncomfortable. The once fenced court was now torn and distorted around the tree trunk as if forced entry had been required.. or if an angel had fallen like that. You didn't hesitate this time. You ran, sticking your phone in your pocket, more like sprinting in the figures direction. 

There he was. Castiel. He was injured from the fall, holding his stomach where gashes and bruises wept out blood. Your heart ached and jaw dropped,

"Cas!" 

Once you had scurried over to him, you held him up by his once white shirt. His throat wrenched with red, he was quivering and seeming out of it, looking spaced out and over all compelled for death.

"What's happened to you, my angel?" You ask, murmuring to him with large concern, he looked at you with wild, watery eyes, his one hand fell to his side where his phone lay highlighting your contact number on the screen, "I'm glad you're here (y/n)" He heaved out at you, his other hand had found its way weakly to your cheek, you leaned into it, "We need to get you home Castiel" You announce, feeling his cold hands warm at the fingertips as they made contact with your delicate skin. 

"Home is whe-wherever you are (y/n)" His frail smile made you want to burst into tears. You were going to make sure Cas would be okay, no matter what it took, because now you knew how you felt. You really did love him. You had found your grace in him but you had hoped he'd eventually find his. 

~Laurenthebumblebee.
Finding grace - Castiel-x-female!reader.
Short fic of YOU as the reader with Castiel, you realising what feelings you have for the angel now that he is vulnerale and missing. Hope you enjoyed reading :)
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Rose had been concerned about The Doctor ever since he had left his fish and chips that she had gotten them both for dinner. It was tradition on a Friday that after work at Torchwood they would both return to home with a meal from the chip shop as a reminder of their first date together. Knowing that The Doctor wasn't himself, she wondered if she had done something wrong;

"John... what's wrong sweetie? You've barely touched your fish" Rose remembered saying, pointing over to The Doctor that was staring blankly back at her, almost gawking at her with the plastic fork in his grasp, clutching it very tightly. 

"I'm fine" The Doctor replied in a harsh tone but Rose knew it wasn't intentional. She let it go. Although, The Doctor clearly wasn't alright. He watched his clenched hand that held the fork, he felt shooting pains race through his finger tips and he could feel the blood erratically pump through his veins like how a predator could sense its prey but yet he was victim to himself. He had an inkling for what it was but he didn't want to believe it. He couldn't tell Rose. Not yet. Now wasn't the time. Regeneration.

"Sorry" The Doctor added dimly, dropping the fork and standing from his chair. The Doctor staggered over to his human clumsily, much like a troublesome toddler, "I'm so sorry" He continued, pouting and placing both of his palms onto her cheeks, they were so soft and warm, blushing with such red hues. Rose smiled slightly, resting her hand against The Doctors chest, she felt his heart pulse, it still felt uncanny that her Doctor was human, the same man but with human qualities. His one heart beating against her touch reminded her of the last day she saw THE Doctor, but those memories soon faded as she became distracted by his heart palpitations, "John, what's got you so worked up?" Rose begun in a concerned tone of voice. 

The Doctor shook his head, "I don't know. Maybe I just need some sleep", He brushed one of his hands down his face as if to suggest the tiredness was consuming him, even knowing that it wasn't the problem consuming him.  That's when he kissed Rose on the cheek and walked towards the stairs, lifting his TARDIS blue v-neck over his head, taking it off allowing Rose to admire his figure. 

She glanced at him, giving him a smirk yet her eyes were filled with worry for him. Rose knew how difficult it must be for him to adapt to human life after so long of travelling the stars and beyond. They had only lived together for a few months after all. 
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Rose had cleaned the downstairs and made her way to the bedroom where her boyfriend, The Doctor, was lay on the bed. He was curled in a fetus position only wearing blue checkered pajama bottoms. She smirked at him as she decided to join him once she had gotten ready for bed herself.  The bed bounced underneath her as she turned her head to admire her partner, resting her head on the feathery pillows that comforted her, "I love you" She whispered to him in awe.

After a while of lying on the bed, Rose noticed The Doctor had been struggling in his sleep, he had been tossing and turning for a good half an hour, eyes twitching and cold sweats begun visible at his hairline. "John?" She tried to shrug him awake yet no sign of The Doctor coming back to reality.

Meanwhile, The Doctor had found himself in a dream state, he was suddenly in the TARDIS, feeling nothing but trembling pain. The TARDIS groaned and darkened its lighting as if to suggest some kind of danger. That's when he lifted his hand that had been throbbing since he gained consciousness in the TARDIS. That sinking feeling Metacrisis felt in his heart when his fair skin begun to glow. It was happening. The Doctor, the REAL Doctor was in trouble, he was dying and yet subconsciously as these 'brothers' are connected, Metacrisis could feel the pain, feel the reality of dying but then... he was human. He would never change but the agony of watching himself go through another loss, to lose his face he wore for so long. Metacrisis could read The Doctors thoughts, the last person he visited was Rose but even that was torture. To go back in time before she even knew him. He felt wet with tears, streaming eyes and flustered emotions, there was no going back now. Why must a human feel such pain? The idea of death consumed him as if it was happening to himself, he couldn't do anything. Not anymore. 

"JOHN!" 

The Doctor sprung back to life, breathing hastily, feeling his body hot from all the commotion yet his skin dripped with sweat and tears. He looked at the blonde woman beside him, his eyes blurred but then focused on her like a smart phone camera. She was so beautiful even when she was distressed. Her eyes were wild, smeared with mascara that she had forgotten to previously remove. Rose placed her hands on the Doctors shoulders as if to try and console him, "What was it this time?" She wondered. It wasn't the first bad dream that The Doctor had since living a human life. He barely slept as a Time Lord but now things were becoming too real for him to deal with now that he had the essential needs of a human being.

"Its happening Rose... the Doctor..." He sobbed, slowly sinking into Roses chest like a dependent infant. Rose stroked the Doctors hair which consisted of beads of sweat that exfoliated from his scalp, "What's happening babe, what's wrong?" Rose murmured gently into his ear, she could feel him trembling, whatever trouble the Doctor was in, it was bad. 

"He's dying. All alone. Regenerating..." 

Rose frowned thinking about The Doctor, all alone, having to face death once again. A new man sauntering off in his blue box, forgetting all about her and everyone else who ever loved him; Jack, Martha, Sarah... the list was endless.  She sighed, burying her head into her boyfriends head. She couldn't let this get to her. Rose had what she always wanted, she had her Doctor. She kissed his scalp, he tightened his grip around her, curling into a ball against her figure, "Please.. never leave me Rose Tyler" He gasped with all the energy he had.

"Like I said... I'm going to stay with you forever" ~Laurenthebumblebee.
What lies beneath - Metacrisis!Doctor-x-Rose
She promised him forever and even in the darkest of times, she was there to hold his hand. 
Shortish fanfic of Meta and Rose. I know its been a while since I uploaded, I do apologise but I hope you like this anyway :)

David's feels "Please... never leave me Rose Tyler"
Rose Tyler "Like I said... I'm going to stay with you forever"
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The first female Doctor - Traditional piece.
Jodie Whittaker is such a beautiful woman and I believe will play as The Doctor very well. Dunno about you, but I am so excited to see her in action! Hope you like my drawing, I know its not perfect :P
Dean dance <<< My excitement explained perfectly by Mr. Dean Winchester ;)
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                                           Imtod4 by Laurenthebumblebee

Dean had been in a coma since he, his father and his brother had reunited on the road after one hell of a year of trying to find the yellow eyed demon which had led into the three of them colliding with a huge truck that Sam and John had discovered to have been driven by yellow eyes' followers. Sam and John had managed to recover from their severe injuries, John especially finding it difficult to cope with the recovery. This was since he was in shock that Dean may not make it out alive. He felt responsible for putting Dean there, although, it only reflected to Sam about how selfish and uncaring John had appeared to be as he hid how he truly felt about his sons.

There was a few times that Dean had nearly gone too deep into his sleep, a doctor had managed to revive him, the Doctors name being Jimmy Novak. Sometimes Doctor Novak had claimed to have heard Dean mutter words in his sleep, often Dean had noted his Doctor as 'Castiel', which the Doctor assumed and yet explained to the relatives of Dean to be a mispronunciation of the name of the angel 'Cassiel' and had wondered if Dean had any religious beliefs. 

Sam and John didn't believe in angels and knew full well that Dean didn't either. The Winchesters found it odd that in the presence of this Doctor, Dean had showed signs of life but in their own presence, Dean was a mere shell of a person. Despite this, Angels hadn't even come into the equation of hunting in the time between the passing of Mary Winchester and Dean lying comatose in the hospital bed. However, Sam and Dean had wondered if any supernatural being had been holding Dean hostage in his slumber such as a reaper. Proving this so, the Winchesters had found no evidence that a reaper or any other supernatural presence had been keeping Dean from reality. This may have just been them being in denial that Dean may not make it out alive. 

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**Dean's POV**

There we were, Bobby sitting on the chair, rocking his legs back and forth as I sat opposite, contemplating what the heck we were doing. We had recently set up the ultimate trap for any supernatural being, in this abandoned shelter, all of the symbols you could think of as we wanted to catch the son-of-a-bitch that was the reason for my uprising. 

There I was. Twiddling my knife against the arm of the chair, getting impatient, "You sure we did the ritual right?" I ask, looking up at Bobby, there was no reply yet a shifty look on Bobby's face said otherwise, "Touchy, touchy..." I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes.

Suddenly, a rumbling of roof tiles from the ceiling began to clatter against each other as the Earth around us had tremored. Me and Bobby had synchronized as we both stood up, looking around with wild eyes. The roof panels were definitely taking a beating as they were slamming off the buildings structure, "What're you thinking? Maybe its just the wind?" I asked in a sarcastic tone, feeling my heart thumping out of control through adrenaline or maybe just fear for what lied ahead.

Smashing, the light above Bobby had blew out, making us both crouch away from the danger, lights blasting out, leaving darkness above. That's when the -what seemed to be- secure door had flung open, a silhouette had appeared, filling the scene. It was a man, wearing a trench coat; Really, a trench coat?, as he walked among us, the lights above screamed possibly through the power that possessed this man. He walked with no fear, looking around at all the symbols we had painted around the place.

I was holding a shotgun filled with rock salt, flinching at every scream the lights had made. What kind of creature could possibly get past all of these symbols? Even so, me and Bobby both rose our weapons towards 'Trench Coat Man', he refused to surrender so I took a shot to his chest. Nothing. Then again. Nothing. Not even a flinch. Me and Bobby both looked at one another with continued anxiousness of what was in front of us. I then reached out for a knife,  'Trench Coat' and I circled one another, "Who are you?" I asked in a husked tone, I didn't want to sound intimidated but I definitely felt so. 

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition" The man replied, he seemed proud of himself that he had managed to do so but whatever he was, he was no human.

"Yeah... thanks for that" I said in lack of gratefulness, slamming forward the knife into his chest, grunting with passion. Yet nothing happened. Not even blood. What even was he? I let go of the knife that was embedded in his flesh and was taken back, a few steps of settlement for how impracticable all of this was. The man pulled at the knife and let it drop to the floor, with the same slight smile he had been so proud to present. 

I looked over at Bobby as a signal to do something, then Bobby had taken a swing of the crowbar to this daring man, yet again, a complete failure as 'Trench Coat' had grabbed the crowbar and tossed it against Bobby so that Bobby had now been facing him despite once being behind him. The mysterious man had took two fingers and placed them onto Bobby's forehead making Bobby fall to the floor without any struggle whatsoever. 

Looking at Bobby on the floor. I had been left stunned. Whatever this man was, he was a powerful son-of-a-bitch, there's no doubt about that and yet here we were, "Dean, we need to talk" 'Trench Coat' added, looking understanding of me yet I still wasn't buying any of this crap;

"Alone"

Kinky
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 Sam sat anxiously beside Dean's unresponsive body, hands cupping his face, "C'mon Dean, fight!" Sam exclaimed in desperation. Sam had escaped the collision with a fractured leg and a few cuts and grazes to the face, his limping leg had begun to heal, he had concealed his pain through the grief of his brother. It had been months since he had any sort of response from Dean personally. All the times Dean had been whimpering in his sleep, it had only been in the presence of Doctor Novak or conveniently, when Sam wasn't around. Although, to Sam's surprise, Dean had begun showing a slight sign of life as his head had a spasm ever so slightly. Sam's eyes glistened with hope as he arched forward to his brothers lethargic body.

Dean muttered under his breath, "Sam.." 

The younger Winchester, hesitant in breath, leaped from his chair and headed out of the hospital ward to accompany his father who went to get some coffee from the hospital canteen.

 ~Laurenthebumblebee.
Comatose - SPN!boys
This fanfic is an AU where anything that has happened prior to Season one of Supernatural, is in fact in the mind of Dean whilst he is in a coma. I like this idea as a lot of conviniences can be fitted into this scenario such as Castiel being the Doctor, rising Dean from perdition or in other words, keeping Dean from slipping into deaths hands. Hope you like this part, I may make more parts if people like it :)
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Helloooo everyone. (Kinda tipsy I apologise), I have been uploading quite a lot the past few days so I shall be trying to upload as much as I can thats decent quality for the next week. Bbut I cant promise Ill be active for long because my mother is still very ill and is requiring treatment for her cancer so I will be looking after her, on top of doing work for school, etc as I have exams coming up. Fun!.. Not really. 

I am quite enjoying myself with all the writing and drawing. Its been so long. Its nice to escape from reality for a little while to enjoy a bit of fantasy. If anyone has any requests for fanfics, please comment and suggest any thing to me. I will be doing them in the next week or if I have no requests then I will be making stuff anyway aha. 

Thanks for reading! Enjoy your day/night ~Laurenthebumblebee.
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Laurenthebumblebee Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student General Artist
No problem!! Thank you :)
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whu-wei Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2017  Professional General Artist
thanks for all the faves :)
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Laurenthebumblebee Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2017  Student General Artist
No problem!! :D
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Pajunen Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2017
Thank you for the fave!
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Laurenthebumblebee Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2017  Student General Artist
No problem!! :D
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cricketumpire Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2017  Hobbyist Photographer
The squirrel's really saying "Sorry to trouble you - but the bird feeder is empty..." :squiziila:  

Thanks for faving the cute little fellow, it is really appreciated    :relapsefive:      

Glad you enjoyed the fun submission Lauren   OMG MOAR POEMS!     
          
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