Author has written 6 stories for Twilight, Wrestling, Vampire Diaries, and Fantastic 4.
My name is Stephanie and I'm 18 year old senior at Batavia High School. My birthday is January 25, 1995. I love to read and write fanfiction about pretty much anything. I love the tv shows 666 Park Avenue, Supernatural, Vampire Diaries, True Blood, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Merlin, Criminal Minds and The Walking Dead.
Formally know as WWE-Little-Angel
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I'm writing Gone But Not Forgotten with Heartbreakgirl and My Heart To Keep with Rebecca Karie
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My Favorite Supernatural Quotes!
Dean: Word to the wise. Don't piss off the nerd angels
Dean: I think I've learned my lesson: Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God.
Bobby: Thanks. Now, we done feeling our feelings? 'Cause I'd like to get out of this room before we both start growing lady parts.
Sam: Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.
Dean: There's a bunch of lore about unicorns too. I hear they ride on silver moonbeams and shoot rainbows outta their asses!
Sam: Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?
Sam: You’re bossy
Sam: You’re bossy...and short (laughs)
Dean: Are you drunk?
Sam: Yeah! So...stupid
Sam: Dude, you gotta update your cassette tape collection
Sam: Well, for one, their cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock
Dean: House rules Sammy. Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole
Sam: You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve year old kid
Dean: Sorry, can't hear you. The music's too loud
Dean: Hey Ed, listen to me. There's some salt in my duffel. Make a circle and get inside
Ed: Inside your duffel bag?
Dean: In the salt you idiot!
Dean: You saved my life
Ruby: Don’t mention it
Dean: What was that? God, it was ass. It tasted like ass
Ruby: It’s witchcraft shortbus (leaves)
Dean: (mutters) You're the shortbus...shortbus
Sam: You need to calm down
Dean: Well, I'm sorry but I can't
Sam: Yes you can
Dean: Sam, this plane is gonna crash so stop treating me like I'm fricken four!
Sam: You need to relax
Dean: Stop with the touchy self-help yoga crap! It's not helping!
Officer: Fake U.S Marshall badges, fake credit cards...Do you have anything that's real?
Dean: My boobs (smiles)
Dean: I know what you're thinking: Why did it have to be clowns?
Sam: Gimme a break
Dean: You didn't think I remembered did you? Come on man, you still bust out crying when you see Ronald McDonald on the television
Sam: At least I'm not afraid of flying
Dean: Planes crash!
Sam: And apparently clowns kill
Sam: Kids are the best?
Dean: Yeah, I love kids
Sam: Name three kids you even know
Dean: (scratches his head)
Sam: (starts walking away)
Dean: I'm thinking!
Dean: Ya know she could be faking
Sam: Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick?
Sam: Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick!
Sam: (gesturing to the pumpkin on porch) Hey check it out
Dean: Yeah? It's close to Halloween
Sam: You remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that became horses?
Dean: Dude! Could you be anymore gay? (pauses) Don't answer that
Dean: That's kinda funny. I'm talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone
Castiel: This isn't funny Dean! The voice says I'm almost out of minutes
Dean: If you wanted our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?
Castiel: Because whenever I ask, you seem to to the exact opposite
Sam: Why'd you let me fall asleep?
Dean: Because I'm an awesome brother. What did you dream about?
Sam: (sarcastic) Lollipops and candy canes
Dean: People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?
Sam: Because you're a bad person.
Sam: She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy.
Dean: Who was? The plumber, hmmm? A little snaking the pipes??
Sam: Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again.
Dean: Nice work Sammy.
Sam: (painful laughing) Yeah, wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?
Dean: Hey, saved your ass! (looks at his car) I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you.
Dean: (sarcastic) Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart.
Sam: (laughs) You know, um...what you said about mom...you never told me that before.
Dean: It's no big deal...Oh God; we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?
Dean: Man. I look like one of the Blues Brothers!
Sam: No, you don't. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance.
Dean: (looks himself up and down) I hate this thing
Sam: (points to a word carved into a telephone pole)
Dean: (stares blankly)
Sam: Roanoke...lost colony...ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?
Dean: Yeah. Shot heard 'round the world, how bills become laws...
Sam: That's not school; that's schoolhouse rock!
Dean: Cas, you're alive?
Castiel: I'm better than that.
Dean: Cas, are you God?
Castiel: That's a nice compliment. But no.
Sam: What's wrong with you? Are you...drunk?
Castiel: No! Yes.
Sam: What the hell happened to you?
Castiel: I found a liquor store.
Castiel: I drank it.