It's SAM and DEAN!!!!

It's Jared and Jensen!

Can you see the guys?

More chaos!!

Life is a mystery, and so are these pictures! I have no idea what I was thinking when I drew these! I think I was just really bored!

Happiness in the sunshine!

Pic For My Story!

This is a picture of Sparky's Motel! The bottom half is the design that my friend picked out! Which he finally got and it looks awesome! I'll post a pic of it some time!

My enetertaing, yet frightning, Supernatural Dream!

There was this old house that was haunted. Sam, Dean, and I went to check it out. Apparntly there was a young girl haunting the house. So we had to go invetigate and see what exactly was going on. We entered the house. It was late, so everything was dark. We used flashlights to see our way around the house. The place was rotting and falling apart. We didn't find anything on the first floor, then we heard a noise. It had come from the attic. Sam and Dean had their Salt guns ready. There was a staire case that zig-zagged, About half way in the middle there was a landing. I was cautiously following them up the staires. Once we got up there, we didn't find anything. Then I started shining my flashlight around, and noticed that there were dolls everywhere. There were all of these, dead, doll eyes looking at us. The attic had three rooms to the left. We were about to check out the rest of the attic, when we heard a noise behind us. Sam and Dean quickly turned around, shot guns in hand. The spirit was right at the top of the staires. The guys didn't even hesitate, and shot at the spirit. They waited to see if it would come back. After a few seconds of waiting, nothing happend. Dean went into a room, that was in the far corner of the attic. He truned the lights on to get a better look around. I was in the middle of the main room, and Sam went to check out another room. It was right next to the room that Dean had entered. There were no rooms to the right, just shelves and chests filled with dolls. I was looking around and I entered the last room next to the staire case. The entire room was filled with dolls. Since Sam and Dean turned on the lights, I knew that the power was working fine. I went to turn on the light, but nothing happend. I noticed Sam standing in the main room. He was still looking around for evidence. I looked under the light switch to see a doll sitting on the the shelf. It almost looked like it was staring at me. Then it moved it's arm and tried to grab me. I quickly backed away. I reached behind me and felt Sam's arm. I quickly took ahold of it and yanked it to get his sttention. Me- We need to get out of here! Now! Sam- What? Me- Come on! Sam then shined his light into the room. The dolls were coming towards us slowly. Sam ran down the staires. Me-Dean! Come on! We need to get out of here! Dean came running out the room, and looked around. He wasn't sure what was going on. He was hesitating a little trying to figure out what was going on. Dean was in trans just staring at the room, next to the staire case. He wasn't sure about this situation, and was having trouble with this hunt. Me- COME ON! He finally ran down the staires, that was now filled with dolls. I took one last look around. I understood why Dean was so confused. The dolls seemed to have a life of their own, but what was up the spirit? Spirits and possessed dolls? This wasn't making any sense. I started to go down the staires and noticed flames were shooting up past me and into the attic. More kept coming and a few almost hit me. When I got to the landing, I saw that Sam and Dean were lighting the dolls on fire and throwing them up the staires. I was the confused one now, well more than before. I ran down the rest of the staires, dodging the flamming dolls. Me- What's going on? They then explained to me that the spirit was only trying to warn people of the dolls. She wasn't trying to hurt anyone, but warn them. The only threat was the possessed dolls, so we lit them on fire and tossed them up the staires. Before we knew it, the attic was on fire. We quickly ran out of the house and stood by the Impala. By then the whole house was on flames. The dolls were no longer a threat to anyone. The spirit was able to move on, and we were able to relax. Nothin' like a hard nights work! Throwing flamming dolls and setting a house on fire! Good times!