Dean can't get the images that flashed before him to go away, and the sound of Castiel's screams still echo in his ears. He's had the same reoccurring nightmare for months, and nothing can make it go away. When he finally comes clean and admits it to Castiel, he's hoping for at least a small amount of relief from his terrors. For one night, at least, he'll sleep soundly.

Smoke encircled his head, rising up from the pile of growing ashes. He turned away from it as screams met his ears, causing his smirk to only widen. He had done it. London was his.

He was the only one left alive. Other hunters had all fallen, and none had risen to replace them. People froze in fear when they saw their loved ones being killed by creatures, demons, spirits... They were all killed too, unless they were lucky enough to have Dean save them. In which case, they ended up taking the same path the eldest Winchester was seriously considering.

Prussia was quiet, drinking his hot chocolate slowly, letting the boiling liquid scorch his mouth and throat on the way down, thankful for the warmth it provided. He let his eyes close of their own accord, and he pulled Matthew closer as if he could protect him from both the cruelty and kindness of the fire. "Gilbert?" Matthew paused. "Well? Are you ok? What was it that happened?"

She gazed into the sky, her mind forming flowers in it, then making them into a crown of flowers. The sky is so full of imagination, I could create anything I want, she thought to herself. The fourth ending to Mad Father, the one that should never have been left out. Very, very tiny hints of Dio x Aya.

soon as the light of the sun hit him, he expected to die. Instead, he felt its warmth, and the fire around him became painful. All the experiments around him collapsed: dead. So why didn't he die?

In his dreamland, the world around him was in shambles. Most nights, he was still an insomniac. When he did sleep, it wasn't very restful. Every thought, every reminder of America was like he was being stabbed in the chest over and over and over again. Would the pain ever stop?...

"Dude, we totally need to, like, hang out sometime. We'll eat some hamburgers and do crazy shit and-" he droned on and on, and Canada began zoning out. There was someone in the corner, smiling and laughing with Switzerland. She seemed young and shy, and she clung to her big brother. What was her name? He thought. Oh, yes… Liechtenstein. FLUFF!

"Emily? Is something wrong?" Victor asked her. She seemed distraught; she even stopped playing the piano. "Someone is at my grave."

"Prisoner 46012!" the guard persisted. She covered herself just in time for the guard to unlock the door and come in. He inspected the state of the room, frowning. When his eyes went to Rose, she froze, whimpered, and looked down. The military were never the ones at fault here… it was always the prisoners.

The Doctor's and Rose's story is done now, but what of the Human Doctor and she? This what happens after the TARDIS leaves Bad Wolf Bay, but from the other dimension. Majorly fluffy scenes!

He felt sorry for her; he knew that she had loved Raoul inexplicably, but he was also grateful. May your Angel of Music watch over you know, and give you what I wish I gave you somehow, he recalled Raoul's letter to his love saying. "Well, Monsieur de Changy, this is the one thing I can swear to you: I will do all that I can for Christine and Gustave. Devil take the hindmost..."

She had kissed Arthur before, so this defiantly wasn't their first kiss, or the first time they admitted love to the other, but she prayed to the high heavens that it wouldn't be their last kiss. Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought that Arthur would never return her love, her affection, her kiss, and all he would ever be from now on was cold and broken. OneShot.

Author Challenge by Lordoftheghostking28! In this story of epic porportions, two Authors, three hedgehogs and a demon discover who the Slenderman really is...and what he really wants.

"You alone…can make…my song…take flight…" he whimpered pathetically. "Help me make…the music…of the night…." This is how Meg found him, crying on the floor, remembering and missing his angel.

Many were after his crown. They would never admit that of course, for fear of being hexed into oblivion. But if tragedy was to strike upon Draco Malfoy, the top suspects would be among his closest friends. They were the ones who were sick of second best. They were the ones who were tired of being slaves to him. And they certainly wouldn't deal with him if he feels heartbreak again.

This is the story or should I say, stories about love. True, pure, and just love. Many don't believe what is writen in these pages because it's too far fetched to believe it can be true, but it is quite true. Now only Albus Dumbldore knows the truth...

Song Fiction. Because a girl like you is impossible to find It's impossible She looked into his storm grey eyes and harsh grey met gentle chocolate for a brief second before her chocolate eyes exploded in a furry of tears and she cried into his chest while he held her close. So breathe in so deep Breathe me in I'm yours to keep