Hey everyone! Welcome to my profile. Feel free to look at my posted stories and rummage around through my favs if you want. They're pretty much all Supernatural, and I like to think of myself as a pretty picky reader so most of them -in my opining- are really damn good in my opinion! Enjoy! :)

Littleaprilroses

Supernatural Quotes:

Dean: Your uh, half-caff, double-vanilla latte is gettin' cold over here, Francis.

Sam: Bite me.

Dean: *holds up a nasty looking liquid in a jar* Hey Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this.

Sam: What the hell would I do that for?

Dean: I double-dare you!

Missouri: Boy, if you put your foot on my coffee table I'm gonna wack you with a spoon!

Dean: I didn't do anything!

Missouri: Well, you were thinkin' about it!

Sam: Dude, dude! I am not using this ID!

Dean: Why not?

Sam: Because it say bikini inspector on it!

Dean: Don't worry, she won't look that close alright, hell she won't even ask to see it. It's all about confidence Sammy. *turns Sam towards desk*

Sam: Uh, hi. I'm Jerry Caplins, for disease control.

Nurse: Can I see some I.D?

Dean: *snorts audibly behind him*

Dean: *Jo comes up behind Dean and rams a rifle into his back* Oh God, please let that be a rifle...

Jo: No, I'm just happy to see you.

Dean: I know what you're thinking. Why did it have to be clowns! *laughs*

Sam: *scoffs* Gimme a break.

Dean: You didn't think I'd remembered did you? Come on, you still bust out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television.

Sam: At least I'm not afraid of flying.

Dean: Hey, planes crash!

Sam: And apparently clowns kill!

Dean: Hey Sam, who do you thinks hotter? Patricia Arquet, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?

Lynda: Let me just say we accept homeowners of any race, color or...sexual orientation. *smiles*

Dean: Hmmm, right... I'm gonna go talk to Larry. Ok, honey? *smacks Sam on the ass and walks away*

Policemen: Boy, you are officially a suspect

Dean: Yea, because that makes a lot of sense seeing as though the first one was in '82 when I was three.

Emily: So, what's the plan?

Dean: I'm working on it.

[A while later when it's darker]

Emily: ... You don't have a plan, do you?

Dean: *defensively* I'm working on it!

Dean: We'll put this sucker down and grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos.

Sam: That's not funny.

Sam: What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low-sodium freaks!

Dean: Hey, you better take care of that car or I'll haunt your ass.

Sam: I don't think that's funny.

Dean: Ah, c'mon, it's a little funny.

Sam: Look man, I know this all has to be so hard-

Frat guy: Not so much.

Sam: *deploying puppy-dog eyes* - but I want you to know… I'm here for you, you brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain. Come here! *Sam envelopes frat guy in a bear hug* You're too precious for this world! *sniffs*

[Back in the real world]

Sam: I never said that!

Dean: Oh, come on you always say pansy stuff like that.

Sam: All right, Dean, it's just we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.

Dean: You know what, you're right. Come here, I want to lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, maybe even slow dance.

Sam: Don't patronize me Dean!

Female Pagen God: This might pinch a bit dear. *slices open Dean's arm*

Dean: *groans in pain* Ahhh! BITCH!

Female Pagen God: Oh my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar. Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? Fudge!

Dean: *stares up at her with an expression of disbelief and anger* I'll try and remember that!

[A bit later]

Female Pagen God: *starts to lower knife again*

Dean: You fudgin' touch me again and I'll fudgin' kill you!!

Female Pagen God: Very good!

Info About Me (Because I know you're all so curious!)

Name: April R. Vinetti.

Sign: Aries. (No, I'm not kidding. I was actually born in April as well as named it :P.)

Birthday: April, 18. 1993. -stalkers be warned, I do carry a shiv on me-

Favorite (Unhealthy) Foods: Pastas, pizza, burgers, brats, nachos, chips, ice cream, cake, and candy. :)

Favorite (Healthy) Foods: Uhm, well, I guess I like things like lettus, wheat bread, corn, skim/fat free milk, tomatoes, black olives- Ok, I'm gonna level with you. I have very few healthy foods to add to this list, lol.

Favorite Colors: Red, Purple, Black, Gold, All Shades of Blue, Chocolate Brown, Hazel, Jade Green, Sunset Orange, White and Silver.

Favorite Kinds of Music: Classical Rock, Alternative rock, SOME rap and pop, Blues and Classical.

Favorite TV Shows/Movies/Fanfic Genres: I am pretty picky on my story tastes, just like I am my books :). These are really the only stories that I'm truly into. Supernatural (of course) Soooooometimes Smallville -I kinda lost interest when Jenny died...*sniffles* I don't care if he was crazy psycho, he was our crazy psycho!- Gilmore Girls, -again, same as Smallville. I lost interest after Jared stopped appearing on it frequently.- Charmed, Nip/Tuck -though I did also kinda lost interest in it after season 4. Not sure why, though I did LOVE LOOOVE- one episode from season 5! Virtual cookie to who guesses it!- And I also like Malcome in the Middle, Scrubs, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Bones. All the Harry Potter movies are awesome to!

Favorite Book Stories: Like with my TV shows I'm just as picky -probably more- with the book fanfics I read. I like Harry Potter stories, Goosebumps -or anything by R.L Stine really-, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the Twilight series -though I'm not a mega uber fan like my little brother is...Yea, I know it's weird-.

Character's PICS:

Story: Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly Daughter?

Character: Charoum Winchester (Char)

Actress: Brenna O'Brien

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PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!!

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

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