My best friends are Celebdil-Galad and Tinlaure, Kitkumi, and Marie Delcore. I am 21 years old.

The icon to the left was made by me! Please, if anyone takes it, please just credit me. Thank you.

A link to my 'Supernatural' fan site: Trials and Flames

http:///supernatural-samanddean

About me:

Stacee Phelps

Things I dislike: Snakes! I HATE snakes! I cannot stand them and I will run shrieking from a room if there is one. Not joking.

Hobbies: Reading and writing, and that's pretty much it now a days. Although, it's always more reading than writing.

Activities: I used to play soccer, swim, be in Spanish club, Drama club, Academic Quiz Team, Project C.H.A.R.L.I.E, band-marching, concert, pep, and a couple of other activities.

Favorite Books: I love the movie book to 'Ever After- A Cinderella Story', 'The Mortal Instrument' series by Cassandra Clary, 'The Looking Glass Wars' by Frank Beddord, Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling, 'The Chronicles of Narnia' by C.S. Lewis, and Star Wars books. Really, too many to name.

Favorite Movies: I love the Zorro movies, and the Mummy movies, and so many others too name but a couple are:

King Arthur

League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

Frequencey

Spider-Man 1-3

Zathura

American Outlaws

and many more!

Favorite TV Shows: I used to watch 'Charmed' when it was good, and I own the four seasons of the 1970's cop show, 'Starsky and Hutch', and now, today, the show that I am nearly OBSESSED with (shut up, Tin!) is SUPERNATURAL starring Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles! I LOVE that show! Also, 'Star Trek the Original Series'.

Favorite Authors:

K Hanna Korossy

Claire Beaubien

Faye Dartmouth

Cassia

Nili

Favorite Stories:

Remember This by Onari

Bridging Two Solitudes by Scullspeare

Bay of Fire by Scullspeare

Ambush by Rachelly

Anything by K Hanna Korossy or Claire Beaubien

Favorite Fan Fic quotes:

--When it came down to it, what kind of selfish bastard looked at someone he loved and said his own life was more important than theirs? Not this one.- Excert from happycabbage75's 'Pressed Into Service'

--When Dean woke up the next morning, he awoke to the sound of the hell hounds growling at something and someone yelling at Sam. When Dean rolled over, grabbing his gun in the process, he took a second to assess the situation. Hell hounds in the motel room: not normal. Sam being choked: sadly, normal. A woman in a slinky black dress choking his brother: really not normal.--Excert from Moonyfairyhime's 'How Much is that Hell Hound in the Window?'

--Sam woke to the feel of eyes watching him. He opened his own, turning his head to the side, and came face to face- or rather face to bandage- with Dean.

“You passed out on Josh, you know that.” Dean said with half a smile. His left cheek was swollen and covered with fading bruises. His words sounded muddled, like he was talking around a mouth full of cotton.

“Dean, are you okay? You scared me. Josh told me you had an infection.”

Dean touched the bandage that graced his head and temple, nearly covering his left eye. “Me? I’m okay. I’ve been up and around for a few days. You’re the one that scared us.”

“Huh?”

Infection took you out, Sammy. We had a doc come in for you. Friend of Josh’s. The wound on your side got infected. Gave you blood poisoning. You had a fever over 104 for two days. You’re outta the woods now, though.”

“A few days? Two days? How long was I out this time?”

Dean glanced at his watch as he pulled his hand out from under the blanket that covered his legs. That was when Sam noticed that Dean was in Joshua’s recliner with his feet propped up. “Uh… four days, three hours and thirty two minutes.”

“Wow, not down to the second. What’s the matter? Don’t love me anymore?” Sam teased good-naturedly.

“Eighteen.” Dean muttered under his breath.

“What?”

“Eighteen seconds, okay? Bite me, Sam.”

“Maybe later.”

“Dude, the first time you’re not layin’ on your ass, I’m so gonna kick it for ya!”

“You can try, Dean. You can try.”-- Excert from darksupernatural's 'Miner's Revenge'

--Dean Winchester was a pretty fast guy who had his different speeds, like gears on a bike.

There was the slow-paced ‘I’m slacking off in gym even though I could run circles around all of these guys’ walk.

Then there was the slightly faster “Ohh, long lunch line with a hot girl at the end. Peerrr-fect chance to catch up” jog.

There was always the “Oh, shit, I’m being chased by an evil monster that is going to eat me” run.

And finally there was the Sammy Sprint.

This was when Dean ran so fast that everything around him was just a blur, not that it mattered anyway, because the only thing that was on his mind when he was in this gear was Sammy.-- Excert from 'Heath Bars and Bad Jokes' by doyoufeellikeyourfallingdown

--“Dean! It’s coming back!”

“Well entertain the damn thing! I’m not done here!” Dean shouted at his brother over the howling winds as the ghoul reformed itself.

“Entertain it? What the hell do you want me to do, recite a soliloquy from Hamlet?”

Dean shook his head as he pulled more ingredients from the bag. “Dude, I saw you in Hamlet… I said entertain the thing, not put it to sleep.”

Sam shot a glare at his brother and Dean added as an afterthought, “Although…that could work too…”

--Turning away from his brother, Dean finished mixing the ingredients and began reciting the Latin incantation. To his right, he heard Sam yell, which was followed by a repetitive banging sound. Finishing the charm, Dean lifted the ghoul-remover-in-a-bag and turned toward the undead creature.

The skeletal being was currently standing five feet away, crouched with its back to Dean as it repeatedly slammed Sam’s head into the bottom of the tree. Sam, for his part seemed to be trying to pry the ghoul off of his hair. Dean shook his head this was exactly why Sam needed a haircut.

--Sam blinked again. “There are two of you.”

Dean smirked. “I guess we can skip the whole ‘how many fingers am I holding up’ thing then, huh?”

Sam only frowned. “Why does my head hurt?”

Dean shrugged. “I’m taking a wild guess here, but the ghoul slamming your head into the tree about seventeen times might’ve had something to do with it…”

Sam scrunched up his face in confusion. “Dean, my head hurts.”

Dean raised his brows, his concern flickering through him once again. “Didn’t we just cover that?”--Excerts from 'Concussion' by Kyriebess