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Constance Marie as Toni Brigatti | Early Edition 4.04
↳ requested by anon
#earlyeditionedit#constancemarieedit#Early Edition#Toni Brigatti#Constance Marie#kyle chandler#gary hobson#tvarchive#tvfilmsource#userrin#thatsent#spledits#mine#mine: constance#mine: earlyedition#my gifs#*SPLreq#Toni x Gary#request#queenconstancemarie#otpsource#cinematv#filmtvcentral#popularculturesource#userthing#WHEN will the universe give me this show in HD!!! it's such a pain to gif#smallscreensource#like I am so sorry but I hate how this turned out and nothing I tried made it any better :(#also like this scene is so funny because shouldn't she take her heels off first asklhdaslkdhsd
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What's your favorite obscure ship for Bob’s?
Little King Trashmouth and his Husband Gary
Frond and Cassie (I like that we never met Cassie but she had sUch an impact on Frond)
Frond and Ambrose*
Frond and Gayle*
Gayle and Yap*
(*I am not opposed to this being a chaotic polycule)
Jericho, Varico & Pepperoni
Gene and that mf keyboard
Bob and the Butcher (Tony's ex)
Honestly the Butcher and Tony I hope they made it work
Bob and Lance (turkey)
Mr Stieblitz & Sasha's single aunt
Cotton Candy Dan and Sally the Snowcone Lady (this has the potential to be in the FM!au)
Mickey and The Nose (I just want a carnie duo tbh)
Felix Fischoeder and Fanny (really enjoy their subversive dynamic)
Finally I've been impartial on TedMort in the fanon, HOWEVER, I've been thinking about the Fresh Meat au recently and I like the idea of "morted". The same duo but plays with the FM!au dynamic subversion.
I.e. as Mort supplies the restaurant with Fresh Meat™, and Teddy is the store's main/only customer, they end up in a (subverted from canon) Toxic, Enabling relationship. Where Mort essentially uses Teddy's Pica to dispose of evidence/remains. But that's still in early development!
#little king trash mouth#his husband gary#mr frond#frond x cassie#mr ambrose#Frondbrose#gayle genarro#dr yap#jericho the horse#verico sveins#pepperoni the horse#gene belcher#bob belcher#bb butcher#bb tony#lance the turkey#mr stielblitz#sasha whiteman#cotton candy dan#sally the snow cone lady#bb mickey#the nose#felix fischoeder#felix x fanny#bb fanny#tedmort#mort the mortician#bb teddy#bobs burgers: fresh meat#fresh meat au
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gary walsh & selina meyer - true blue
#video edit#fancam#edit#veep#my edit#selina meyer#julia louis dreyfus#gary walsh#tony hale#selina x gary
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You Been Holding Out On Me?
So it turned out that the Melissa x Reader tag was something I never knew I needed in my life until I stumbled across it. Since then, I've been addicted. I've been dabbling in trying to write for Abbott Elementary for a while, but this is the first I've posted.
Melissa x Teacher!Reader - a tiny bit of angst with a lot of fluff
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You smile as you hear Melissa’s voice as you approach the break room. You pause however, when you get close enough to hear her actual words.
“I know we’ve not been a thing for months now, but I thought he was maybe trying to get into my good books. Long story short, they’re not from Gary and the vending machine might not be getting filled any time soon.”
You wince. You had purposely not left a card with the gift you had arrived early to place on her desk that morning, but you hoped she might see it and think of you. Evidently not if Gary was her first thought. You figured a bouquet of candy bars would be more his style but maybe you were doing him a disservice.
Turning on your heel, you decided maybe she just needed a little more time to figure it out. And then maybe a little space to decide whether it was welcome. Yes, the two of you were friends, and this was a huge gamble, but you figured it was either this or you blurted it out when your self-control finally failed in the face of her beauty. At least this way, you could style it out under the guise of a friendly gift on Galentine’s Day if things went south.
*
“Janine!”
You had just been about to head to the break room, but paused on hearing Melissa’s voice.
“You’re not responsible for these, are you?”
Poking your head around the door of your classroom you see her brandishing the box of cannoli at the woman like a weapon.
“Because if you are, you need to tell me where you got them. They’re better than the one’s I get from Tony’s. And I don’t say that lightly.”
Sounded like your months of improving and perfecting your recipe and technique had paid off. Janine looks into the box, clearly intrigued. “Not from me, I’m afraid. They do look good though.”
You can’t help but chuckle as she goes to take one, only for her hand to be smacked away.
“Hands off! I asked if they were from you. I didn’t say they were for you,” snaps Melissa, shifting to put the box back on her desk before storming off towards the breakroom.
You take a deep beath before heading in the same direction, lingering by the doorway of her empty classroom for a moment to see that the string of hearts that you left with the cannoli has been shifted on her desk and put in a better position to catch the light that streams in her classroom window. You had chosen the plant rather than flowers, she once commenting that flowers just wither and die, like her romantic relationships.
Making it to the breakroom, you take what has become your usual seat at the table with Barbara and Melissa. It had raised a few eyebrows when the red head had removed her bag and kicked the chair out towards you one day, but her glare quickly quieted any questions anyone may have had and you had taken a seat before the offer could be rescinded.
Taking your seat today feels just as nerve wracking as it did that day. You offer a tight smile to Barbara, who raises an eyebrow at you. You subtly shake your head, earning an eye roll. She knew of your plan, and even approved. What she didn’t understand though, was why you were so insistent on not saying a word to Melissa.
“Barb, you didn’t slip anything on my desk this morning, did ya?”
“No, I didn’t,” said Barb. “But if it’s these you’re looking for…” she trails off, reaching into her bag before taking out a small box of chocolates and handing them to the red head who grins gleefully.
“Aww, tell Ger I love him too!”
You frown, as do most of the occupants of the room.
The first grade teacher sighs. “Gerald likes to call Melissa my ‘work wife’, so every year, as well as my Valentine’s gift, he buys one for his ‘wife’s wife’.”
“And he buys the best chocolates,” says Melissa, doing a little happy dance as she opens the box.
“Such a balanced meal,” comments Barbara as she tucks into her own salad.
“I’ll eat healthy tomorrow,” grouches the red head. “Today I got chocolates and cannoli. Would be rude not to eat them.”
You watch the exchange with a soft smile on your face, enjoying the rapport between the two of them. You’re not expecting it when the box of chocolates is pushed across the table towards you.
“Want one?”
You catch the surprise flicker across Barbara’s face, telling you this is unprecedented. Quickly shifting your gaze to meet green eyes, you can’t help but smile. “You sure?”
“You know I don’t offer to share food unless I mean it.”
*
“You’re going to have to tell her they’re from you,” says Barbara she stands beside you, watching over the kids as some make they make their way to the school busses and others into the arms of waiting parents.
“Do I though?” you ask, keeping your eyes forward.
“She’s already asked me again if it was me who left them,” she tells you. “And now she’s off to track down Mr Johnson to interrogate him as to whether he saw anyone hanging around her classroom this morning.”
You snap your head round to look at her. “She’s what?” You clearly remember offering the man a cheerful little wave this morning as you left the red head’s room.
“I think she’d rather hear it from you and him,” she says softly. “Go. I got this covered.”
*
Mr Johnson isn’t in his office and your quick scout round the building hasn’t proven successful in tracking him down. Melissa isn’t in her classroom either. You glance at your watch. She’s probably already headed home thinking you’re either a creep or a coward. Either way you figure it’s time to head home and console yourself with a glass, or possibly even a bottle of wine. It’s a Friday after all. You can always sleep if off tomorrow.
With heavy feet and a heavy heart, you head back towards your own classroom to pick up your bag. You halt on seeing Melissa sitting comfortably in the chair at your desk. “Hi.”
“Hey you,” she replies, her voice soft. “So, a little bird told me they saw you sneaking out of my classroom this morning.”
“That little bird happen to push a cleaning cart around and have a death wish?” you mumble, approaching her hesitantly. She reaches for your hand as you finally come to stand by your desk.
“Why didn’t you just tell me it was you?”
You shrug. “I just…I heard you mention to Barb this morning you had messaged Gary to ask if he’d left them and figured if he was your first thought you wouldn’t want to know they were from me.”
Looking up as the hand holding your own squeezes gently, you see a blush dusting Melissa’s cheeks.
“I messaged Gary because he was the only person I thought would be interested in sending me a Valentines,” she admitted. “I should have known it wasn’t from him though. He’d get me roses and some looted vending machine candy, not the best cannoli’s I’ve tasted outside my own family and a cute plant.”
“It’s a string of hearts,” you tell her quietly.
“I know what it is, hon,” she smiles. “Where’d you get the cannoli’s anyway?”
“I made them,” you mumble.
Her eyes widen. “You made them?” she asks, pointing to the now almost empty box that she’s clearly carried with her. “You can make cannoli like that and this is the first time I’m tasting them? You been holding out on me?”
Isn’t that just the truth. A bigger truth than you’re ready to face in that moment.
“You know, I think you’re holding out on me with more than the cannoli,” she says after a moment.
You watch as she tugs the corner of a red envelope out from where you had hidden it under your desk pad, your eyes going wide.
“I found this while I was waiting for you,” she tell you. “Figured I was allowed to open it, seeing as it had my name on it.”
You let out a shaky breath. She knows. There’s no brushing this off as a gift between friends if she’s read the words written in that card. You watch as she stands slowly, not reaching for your hands this time, but rather, reaching up to cup your cheeks. “I’m gonna kiss you now, if that’s okay?”
Not trusting yourself to speak, you instead manage a frantic nod, earning a chuckle from the red head before she leans in and presses her lips to yours in a gentle kiss.
“Oh, and just in case it wasn’t clear, the answer to the question in your card is yes. I’d love if the next time we had dinner it could be a date.”
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Best Character Named X Poll
FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll
I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.
ask box closed for now
WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST
If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.
Round 85: David
Round 86: Tiffany
Round 87: Charlie
Round 88: Sandy
Round 89: Cody
Round 90: Amanda
Round 91: Jeremy
Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut
Names that I have a complete list for*
Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina
Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)
Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl
Feel free to send more suggestions
*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.
Past Polls
Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)
Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)
Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)
Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)
Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)
Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)
Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)
Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)
Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)
Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)
Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)
Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)
Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)
Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)
Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)
Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)
Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)
Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)
Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)
Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)
Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)
Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)
Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)
Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)
Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)
Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)
Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)
Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)
Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)
Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)
Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)
Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)
Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)
Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)
Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)
Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)
Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)
Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)
Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)
Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)
Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)
Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)
Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)
Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)
Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)
Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)
Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)
Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)
Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)
Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)
Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)
Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)
Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)
Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)
Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)
Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)
Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)
Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)
Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)
Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)
Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)
Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)
Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)
Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)
Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)
Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)
Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)
Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)
Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)
Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)
Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)
Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)
Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)
Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)
Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)
Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)
Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)
Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)
Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)
Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)
Round 83: Jeff
Round 84: Maria
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His daughter
Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Gary’s daughter! Reader
Warning: slight angst i mean very slight, fluff, mentions of death, Melissa becoming readers new mamma
Translation: Principessa-Princess,Dolcezza-Sweetness
Word count: 315
Melissa sat beside Barbara in the break room waiting for the vending machine man when a girl no older than seventeen walked in causing her face to fall "Not expecting it to be me principessa?" you teased. Barbara shifted in her seat 'this will not end well' she thought "Don't worry dolcezza, he won't be long" As if right on cue the man she was waiting on walked in.
"You swapped me for another Italian and a pretty young little thing at that?" Melissa accused "Swapped, wait you think I'm pretty?" the woman shot you a glare "Can she cook?" "yep" you quickly looked away. "Wait Y/n? She's my daughter" Gary laughed "You're a Philly eleven" you laughed "So you're Italian?" she asked "He's not, my mamma was" stepping in.
"You've got balls kid" Melissa laughed slinging her arm over your shoulder "It's the Sciacca in my blood" causing Melissa to gasp "Is your Aunt Andrea?" nodding she pulled you closer "I love this kid". Barbara shrugged to the camera "I'm hungry and feel like cannoli, want Tony's?" you asked "I'm banned" Melissa sighed "Same" You laughed causing Melissa to join in "I always get dad to go".
"We could make cannoli?" the older woman offered "Really?" you gasped "Oh daddy, please hurry up and marry this woman already" as you opened your bag "Are you free Friday night?" looking up to see her nod. "I have kickboxing after school and then I have to go visit Tia Andrea, you should come and then we can have a girl's night" you gushed.
"I've never seen her this happy" Barbara whispered to Gary watching the usually grumpy redhead suddenly bubbly "Same with Y/n/n here, not since Giana passed" he admitted. "Wait- they were both banned from Tony's?" the woman asked "I've now got not one but two violent Italians?" he gulped.
"Heard that!"
#melissa schemmenti imagine#melissa schemmenti x reader#melissa schemmenti#lisa ann walter#lisa ann walter x reader#abbott elementary#melissa schemmenti x fem!reader
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Wash. RINSE. Repeat. - Dean x Reader/OFC
"Rinse" is Part 3 of the Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Series
Rating Mature
Dean x Reader/OFC
Tags: Canon-compliant (or trying to be), Season 3, Lots of Angst, Demon Assault/Attempted Sexual Assault (trigger), Show Level Gore/Violence, Language, Pining, Dean is infuriating at times, Sam is the sweetest, Main character death (offscreen; but, it's Supernatural, so you know, it's probably not sticking)
Word Count: 15,000
Summary: The boys stink. Something needs to be done about it.
The above summary was something I came up with when I thought this was going to be a fun little one shot. (hah! stupid writer and her stupid assumptions. how dare she think she can make plans and have Sam and Dean adhere to them.) It still applies to the beginning (and this sniff, sniff theme may come up again) but I'm going to add that this story is a first person reader insert that weaves in and out of show canon.
"Rinse" won't make a lick of sense if you haven't read the other parts. If you want to read the previous installments, you can find them on AO3 -- WASH -- PRE-RINSE
I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Friends Becoming Strangers" square.
A huge thanks to @jacklesversebingo for allowing me to use one of my bingo squares in a part of a story I was currently working on. These bingo prompts have genuinely tested my creativity and provided some meaty plot twists. Thank you, thank you!
Rinse
~ Six Months Later ~
I bolt upright in bed, mid-gasp.
My heart pounds. Flashes of what caused my pulse to race appear in the curtain call of each blink.
Bobby. In the dark with a flashlight. In his house? Sneaking around, like he’s investigating an unfamiliar place. Then, he was attacked by something. Thrown to the floor in his kitchen. A blur of arms clawing. A screeching sound that wasn’t human.
What the hell? I shake the shiver out of my spine and glance over at the alarm clock. Fifteen minutes before it goes off. There’s no way I’ll get back to sleep. I resign myself to get out of bed and start the day.
It’s gonna be a busy one at Hoyt and Hagan. There are two client appointments on the calendar. I’ve got some note taking during and transcribing to do after each of them.
I debate with myself in the shower as to when I should check on Bobby. It’s still too early and he’ll only scoff in my ear at the unnecessary concern.
I decide I’ll call him during my lunch break, all nonchalant like. Hey Bobby, it’s your favorite psychic nut job, poking out of hunter hibernation for some updates.
Just to be sure he’s okay.
I grab a slice and a soda at Tony’s Pizza Parlor for lunch. The four block walk gives me a chance to stretch my legs and see if they’ll be short staffed over the next week. I need to bulk up my car maintenance fund. According to Nate at Carl’s Auto Shop, I will probably need to replace the brake pads in a few months. Before the squeaks turn into screeches at every stop.
Gary’s working the counter. I try not to fuss with my hair too much in his presence. His dimples drill into his cheeks with a bright smile. My stomach spins like it’s in a washing machine. I ask him how his Aunt Cheryl is doing. The swoony, sensitive six footer moved back to Matamoras when his only living relative, Cheryl Somers, fell ill and couldn’t take care of herself anymore.
It’s been five months since Gary arrived and became ubiquitous around this tiny town where you only have to breathe heavily to become the subject of juicy gossip. He works a variety of service jobs. I’m blessed that one of them is at Tony’s. My random shifts have intersected with his on occasion. I am also cursed because I still haven’t gotten the nerve to get past simple pleasantries. Mainly I worry I’ll slip about my personal details or he’ll ask me a question about my family. And, I’ll have to lie. Because he’d never believe the truth. The people that would understand are just as damaged as I am.
Playing at normal is tough.
I scoot into a booth that has a nice vantage of the counter so I can spy on Gary. I pry the greasy pepperoni one by one from the stringy mozzarella. The deconstruction exercise prolongs my excuse to hang around with my solitary slice. I mindfully chew. Taste buds light up with oregano, tomato sauce, processed toppings, and velvety cheese.
The one brain cell not focused on Gary reminds me about Bobby. I dab at my face with a one-ply scratchy napkin, then tap in the start of a phone number I know by heart on my cell. Bobby’s name appears from my contacts after the fifth digit.
I’m still miffed about Garth accidently dropping my old phone in the depths of the Delaware when he visited six months back. He felt so bad he drove me to the nearest cell phone store and bought me a new one right on the spot. He got me a newer and nicer model. It didn’t make up for all the contacts and messages I lost, though. It took me weeks to connect with almost everyone I could remember.
I wait for Bobby to pick up. It rings. And rings. And rings. The voicemail answers. “You’ve reached Bobby. You know what to do.”
I know what to do, but I hang up instead. I’m that person that hits redial and gives it another try. Bobby is prone to leaving his cell phone atop a stack of books or on the kitchen counter as he hops from room to room. So, there’s a chance he might…
“You’ve reached Bobby. You know what to do.”
I sigh and collect my words. “Hey, Bobby. It’s been a bit. Wanted to see how you’re doing. Nothing much new on this end. Give me a call, though, soon. Yeah? Been told my car’s gonna need new brake pads. Wanna make sure I’m not getting hosed on the cost to replace them. Okay? Thanks. Bye.”
“Who’s Bobby?” The voice drifts over my shoulder from behind me.
Oh God. Gary’s asking that question. I’m gonna have to turn and actually make eye contact and answer. I swallow and rotate in the booth a bit. He’s wiping down the table, tray filled with trash in his grasp. Wavy jet black bangs obscure his eyes for a brief second. It’s not enough time before his onyx irises gaze with interest in my direction.
“Huh?” I pretend I didn’t hear him.
“Who’s Bobby? He’s not the only guy that knows a thing or two about cars.” His smile is bright. “I could probably help you out. Take a look.”
“Oh.” I want to bang my head into the table to shake out any words that are longer than one syllable. “That’s… that’s…”
“He family? Bobby?” Gary stands beside my booth now.
“Yeah.”
Gary nods. “Well, offer’s available if you need it.” Someone, maybe Maribel, shouts his name across the restaurant. “Good luck.” He darts away.
“Thanks.” I groan at my suave communication skills.
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(Italicized Dialogue from S3, Episode 10, “Dream a Little Dream of Me” - Teleplay by Cathryn Humphris; Story by Sera Gamble & Cathryn Humphris)
Dean sat at Bobby’s hospital bedside.
It’d only been a couple days since he got the call. A doctor had been looking for a Mr. Snyderson.
Bobby enjoyed informing Dean years ago of the name he would have to answer to if he received a call from someone in search of Bobby Singer’s emergency contact.
“How the hell’d you get yourself into this mess, Bobby?” he asked aloud.
Dean wondered if Bobby had picked the name Edgar Snyderson so that would be all John’s eldest son would focus on. Not the fact that if he ever heard it uttered by anyone else, it would be because Bobby wouldn’t be able to call him a numbnut or an idjit.
Sam was due back any minute. Dean’d tasked Sam with the research part of this mystery, which included combing through the collage of pictures and news clippings hidden on the back closet wall in Bobby’s hotel room.
The room where his comatose body had been found.
Dean had gone to the university to dig up any information on a Dr. Walter Gregg, whose obit had graced Bobby’s case board. Finding out about unapproved dream studies led to the name of a test subject, Jeremy Frost. The college kid made it clear the doctor had been playing fast and loose with his research and the people involved. That equalled a whole lot of potential enemies and nefarious insinuators. Bobby was probably close to figuring out who the murderer was.
The machines whirred and beeped around the man he’d bet his life on, if he had much left of it to wager.
Dean was shy of six months before his demon bill came due.
“I don’t need you rolling out the red carpet for me in the hereafter. Pretty sure you ain’t gonna be taking a sauna or walking over raked coals. But we don’t need you practicing your harp skills anytime soon, either.” He bit his tongue at the name that almost slipped out. He tried not to mention her if he could help it. The more time went on, the more he hoped it would stick; his nonexistence for her. “It’d kill her if something happened to you.” He nodded to no one. “We’ll figure this out.”
As if on cue, his studious brother entered the room. “How is he?”
“No change.” Dean wiped a hand over his face and stood to meet Sam by the tray table at the edge of the bed. “What you got?”
“Well, considering what you told me about the Doc’s experiments, Bobby’s wall is starting to make a hell of a lot more sense.”
“How so?”
“This plant, Silene Capensis, also known as African Dream Root, it’s been used by shamans and medicine men for centuries.”
“Let me guess – they dose up, bust out the didgeridoos, and start kicking around the hacky.”
Sam scoffed. “Not quite. If you believe the legends, it’s used for dream walking. I mean entering another person’s dreams, poking around in their heads.”
“I take it we believe the legends.”
“When don’t we? But dream-walking is just the tip of the iceberg.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, this dream root is some serious mojo. You take enough of it, with enough practice, you can become a regular Freddy Krueger. You can control anything. You could turn bad dreams good. You could turn good dreams bad.”
“And killing people in their sleep.” Dean added the obvious.
“For example. So, let’s say this doc was testing the stuff on his patients Tim Leary-Style.”
“Somebody gets pissed at him, decides to give him a little dream visit, he goes nighty-night.”
“But what about Bobby? I mean if the killer came after him, how come he’s still alive?”
They both stared at Bobby.
“I don’t know.” Dean tapped Sam in the middle of his chest. “Come on. Man needs as much beauty rest as he can get before we wake him. And a kiss on the lips better not end up being the cure.” He strolled to the doorway and turned back in time to see Sam making his way to Bobby’s side.
“Wouldn’t be the worst thing we’ve ever had to do to save someone.” Sam chided in a soft whisper over his shoulder towards Dean. “Stay strong until we can figure this out, Bobby.” His gigantor hand gripped Bobby’s pale one.
Dean marched out into the hallway in wait. Something heavy lodged in the base of Dean’s throat. He swallowed but the fear wouldn’t loosen. The possibility of losing Bobby. The memories of his father in the hospital right before he died kept rising to the surface. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.
Sam finally joined him. They walked down the hall towards the nurse’s station and the elevators. Their steps got into that synced soldier rhythm they easily fell into often. Dean wished it would continue in silence. But out of the corner of his eye he spotted Sam’s mouth open and close. Trying out the lines in his head before he’d have to share what he was thinking.
With that much thought, Dean knew it wasn’t going to be anything good.
When it was only the two of them in the elevator going down, Sam spoke. “Am I gonna have to be the one that mentions the elephant in the room?”
Dean’s gaze lifted to the ceiling. He sighed.
“We gotta call her, Dean.”
“No. We don’t. We’re gonna handle it so she doesn’t have to ever know what kind of danger Bobby was in.”
“She deserves to know,” Sam mumbled. “Bobby’s important to her. Plus, all of this dream stuff…”
“Sam,” Dean started.
Sam got his hands and arms in the conversation now, waving them about. “She should be here!”
“No!” Dean huffed, raising his voice back at Sam. He glanced at the number display.
“I still need to work this case with you. I shouldn’t even be in the same state as her, let alone the same room. We can’t risk that, Sam. Not again.”
“You of all people know what she’s capable of. She could get into Bobby’s head.”
“Yeah. You know it. I know it. Bobby knows it. But, as far as we know, Elena doesn’t. As long as she doesn’t remember me, she won’t be doing any ‘Wonder Twins, Activate’ shit. And we’re gonna keep it that way.”
“Dean!”
“No. Bobby’s been onboard with the plan, all of it, for the past six months. Last I checked, you were, too.”
“Not like you gave any of us a choice.” Sam snarked.
Dean ignored the jab. “Bobby’d want us to exhaust every other option before we pull her into something like this. Again.” He pointed at the floor as the door’s slid open. “We find another way.” He waved a hand for Sam to exit first. “Let’s go, Sherlock.” They covered the distance quickly to another set of double doors. “So, how do we find our homicidal little sandman?”
“It could be anyone.” Sam stated, looking thoroughly exasperated.
“Yeah?”
Yeah.
Dean rattled off possible suspects. “Anyone who knew the doctor, had access to his dream shrooms.”
“Maybe one of his test subjects or something?”
“Possible, but his research is pretty sketchy. I mean, we don’t know how many subjects he had or who all of them were.”
Sam scoffed.
“What?” Dean asked.
Sam sighed, long and deep. “In any other case, we’d be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now.”
Dean halted, pulled at Sam’s forearm to stop his brother’s stride. “Know what? You’re right.”
“What?”
“Let’s go talk to him.”
“Sure. I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided.”
“Not if we’re tripping on some Dream Root.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
~~~~
There’s been no response from Bobby by the end of my work day.
Something was up. A car question always ensured Bobby would return a call within hours.
I call the other hunter who knows almost everyone’s business as much as Bobby does.
“Elle Woods.” Garth coos his nickname for me. I still don’t get how he made the connection between me and the fictional main character in Legally Blonde. “How’re you doin? To what do I owe this honor?”
“Hey, Garth. I’m trying to get a hold of Bobby. He’s not answering my calls.”
“Oh?” The one syllable expresses confusion.
“Yeah.”
“When’d you last talk to him?”
“It’s been about a month.” My face warms at the confession.
“Oh.” The one syllable is laced with judgment.
I let the guilt was over me as I wait.
“Hm. Well, I had to call him about a case I worked in Baton Rouge, Louisiana last week. There was this circus in town and a murder pinned on one of the performers. Killer clowns couldn’t turn their victims into a pile of green goo last I checked.” Garth chuckles.
I veer the conversation back. “Was he okay? Everything good at the salvage yard?”
“Oh, well, he wasn’t home. Was working his own case.”
My skin tingles at the news. It’s not surprising to hear. Bobby hunts on occasion. It’s more the reminder of the dream I had of him that morning that puts me on edge. “Where was he?”
Garth sighs. “If memory serves right, he was investigating something that happened at a university in, I think, Pittsburgh.”
“Okay, thanks Garth.”
“Sure thing, sweets. Want me to try and check in on him, too?”
I smile. “Appreciate it.”
“I’ll tell him to call you ASAP if I make contact.”
“Thanks.”
“No problemo.”
“Talk soon.”
I hang up. Pittsburgh. It’s clear across in western Pennsylvania. A good six-hour drive from me. Couldn’t be any farther from Matamoras and in the same state. It makes sense he wouldn’t bother to call me. Not like he could do a quick pop in.
Still.
I click my teeth. Moments later, I’m clicking away at the keyboard, searching anything weird over the wire that matches what Garth told me. Only one news headline has me screaming Yahtzee in my head. There’s mention of a university neurologist dying in his sleep. Cause: Unknown.
It’s not much. But, it would catch Bobby’s eye. And he’d do some digging. So, I do the same. The neurologist was the research head of a large, ongoing sleep study. And, another article hints that his death may have been the result of foul play.
I then do what Bobby always suggests I do when I can’t get a hold of him and he’s off on a case somewhere. I contact hospitals in the area.
By the third phone call, I’ve found him. All I can get out of the medical staff is that he’s unresponsive and been in their care for a few days.
An hour later, I’m on I-80, headed to Pittsburgh.
My brakes are squeaking big time.
~~~~
(Italicized Dialogue from S3, Episode 10, “Dream a Little Dream of Me” - Teleplay by Cathryn Humphris; Story by Sera Gamble & Cathryn Humphris)
My driver’s license (fake) gets me the information I need at the hospital. Next of kin and all that. A doctor runs through the updates on Bobby’s current medical state while we stand at the nurse’s station. It's good news. Bobby woke up a few hours ago.
The doc questions why I wasn’t listed as an emergency contact. He mentions that they had to call a Mr. Snyderson instead. I shrug, rattling off that my Dad probably doesn’t think I know how to manage an emergency.
I wonder who the hell Mr. Snyderson is as I get Bobby’s room number and am pointed in the direction to find it. Mainly I’m relieved that the closest thing I have to family - that hasn’t disowned me - is conscious and doing fine by all accounts.
I don’t even need to check the number, hearing Bobby’s voice drift out into the hall from a room just up ahead on the right. “We better work fast… and coffee up. ‘Cause the one thing we cannot do is fall asleep.”
I take a cautious step in and prepare to meet “Mr. Snyderson.” A very tall figure with expansive shoulders stands at the side of Bobby’s bed. His broad back is to the doorway. It’s the moppy head of hair that I recognize first. My brain swims with sudden knowledge and memory. I feel overwhelmed and a bit lightheaded.
Sam. Sam Winchester. A hunt. We worked a hunt together a couple years ago. Road tripped from Maine to California. I even remember spending some time with him at Bobby’s after a car accident he’d been in with his dad. I’m also struck with the fact that he lost his dad. The scattered moments don’t have any connective tissue that I can discern. They catch my attention like twinkling ornaments atop a Christmas tree. Each represents some commemorative event I need to be reminded of.
Bobby sees me in the doorway. His face runs a litany of emotions. Serious to surprised. Welcoming to worried. “L.” He whispers.
I smile. Sam spins. His rotation hints at the shape of someone sitting on the other side of Bobby’s bed. Sam settles with a stare at me and walls off the stranger for the time being.
Sam’s as cute as I remember. There’s a bit more mass to him. And then, I remember us bonding over his psychic abilities. It’s disorienting, the flashes and pops of life bursting out of hibernation.
“L?” Bobby asks. “You doin’ alright there, kid?”
I shake my head and manage a smile again. “Considering I’m visiting you in the hospital, don’t you think I should be the one asking that question?” I hesitate at the awkward glances Sam and Bobby shoot each other. I flap my hands at my sides. “Hey, Sam. How are you doing? Been a while.”
His eyes bug. “H-Hey Elina. Yeah. I’m, I’m doin’ pretty well.” A hand scratches the side of his neck. “How’s things in Matamoras?”
“Good. Doing my best to stay out of trouble.” I point a finger at him. “Are you Mr. Snyderson, who got the call about Bobby instead of me?”
“That’d be me.” There’s a terse answer from the other side of the room. The figure is still hidden by Sam. A scrape of chair legs follows.
Sam swallows. Hard. He steps to the side.
My gaze lands on a pair of bright green eyes staring back. The guy is male model attractive. My skin warms up in a reflexive response to all that pretty. “You can call me Dean, though.” He smirks.
“Dean?” The name registers instantly. “Sam’s brother?”
He nods and puffs his chest out. I can’t quite tell if it’s a smug posture or if he’s donning some invisible protective armor.
“He-” I start to fill the gaps in my mind as my mouth reveals the facts. “Sam’s mentioned you.” Older brother. Cocky. Pain in the ass. Overbearing.
I don’t get a response in return. Instead, Dean turns to Bobby. “We’ll touch base if we hear anything else.” He rounds the edge of the hospital bed and taps Sam on the arm. All I get is a quick nod from Dean before he disappears.
“See ya.” Sam smiles, lips scrunched tight. He stumbles past me out of the room, following his older, shorter brother.
Yeah, I’ve met my share of guys like that before. Bad boys have never done me any favors. Way more trouble than they’re worth. I keep reminding myself of that as I catch one last glimpse of Dean Winchester in the hallway before Sam shuts the door behind him.
When it’s only the two of us, I hurry over and give the old man a careful embrace. He taps my back in assurance. “I’m fine.”
I peel away and stand to squint at him. “Let me guess? Fine enough to hop back into solving whatever caused this.” I plant my hands on my hips. “Why can’t you fall back asleep? And why does that Dean dude rank as your emergency contact?”
He squints back at me. “The Winchester boys are family, too, L.”
“Sam’s what you’d call an absolute peach, Bobby, I’ll give you that. But, I don’t have any firsthand experience with Dean to make a judgment call.”
“Hm.” Bobby nods slowly. “Could’ve sworn you’ve met both of them.”
“Nope.” I definitely would have remembered Dean Winchester.
~~~~
I knock on the door to Bobby’s room at The Aviary Hotel.
There’s a delay. I can hear some cursing and arguing as I wait. The taller squatter opens the door part way in greeting. “El.” Sam smiles.
“Hi.”
“Everything alright?” A hand stuffs into a pocket and he leans against the door, filling up the space.
“Bobby’s probably getting released tomorrow morning.”
“That’s great news.”
“It is. I figured I’d grab him some clean clothes for his discharge.” I sweep a hand towards him. “Can I come in?”
“Oh, uh…” Sam stammers.
“For chrissakes.” Dean’s voice interrupts. An arm pushes Sam back into the room and out of the way. Dean grimaces at Sam before giving me a dose of all that attitude. “Listen, Elena, it’s great that you’ve decided to come all this way and play nursemaid. But, we’ve got actual case work to do. So, would you make it quick?”
I blink at the condescending tone. Bobby filled me in on the details back at the hospital. I had felt a little sympathy at the predicament Dean has found himself in. HAD. “Oh, of course. Certainly don’t want to interfere with all your great case work. Is there another suspect you need to give a DNA sample to?”
Dean’s irritation crumbles. He looks like a shamed puppy that’s peed on the carpet.
“Don’t mind him, El.” Sam pulls the door all the way open. “We’re all a little high strung at the moment.”
I scoot in between the brothers. The room’s wallpaper is a feathery explosion in blues, greens and yellows. “Well, the decor isn’t going to help calm anyone down,” I critique.
Dean flops in a sad looking armchair and grabs sheets of paper on a nearby side table to study with intense interest.
Hospitality must be Dean Winchester’s middle name.
“Get you something to drink?” Sam strolls by Dean, backhanding Dean’s bicep along the way. Dean pays him no mind.
I wave a hand. “Nope. Just point me in the direction of Bobby’s stuff and I’ll be out of here.”
Sam offers a soft smile in apology and gestures to a set of louvered bifold doors. The room is crazy huge. A full kitchen and another door that must lead to the bathroom make up the other half. There’s a desk on this side of the living area. More papers litter its surface, along with a laptop that I recognize as Sam’s (various stickers are slapped on top).
Yep, the brothers have made themselves at home. The double beds have been slept in by the state of the sheets. I smell greasy fast food.
When I open the closet, Bobby’s entire wardrobe is hung up. I grab the empty duffle from the closet floor. “Was he planning on moving here?” I frown to myself. When I remove the first plaid ensemble from a hanger I spot the case board on the back closet wall. “Ah, of course.” I take my time and fold one shirt with care before packing it. Then another. Taking my sweet time as I take in all the information.
I decide to inquire with the friendlier Winchester. “So, Sam. Bobby told me what happened to him.” I turn to see him sitting at the desk. Dean’s in my field of view in the background as well, still reading. I attempt a poke. “That he was stupid enough to make himself a prime lullaby target of this Frost kid.” Dean’s mouth purses but he doesn’t look over. “Got any ideas yet on how he gets some shut eye without being murdered?”
Sam sighs. “No.”
I want to ask if he’s thought about using his powers while he’s asleep and under the influence of the African Dream Root again. But I don’t know how Dean feels about his brother’s powers. Or, if he even knows for certain. My memory is still hazy and I don’t want to risk outing him or stirring up a touchy subject. Something tells me Dean wouldn’t handle Sam’s powers well if he did know.
“Well, if you need me to try and make contact with someone on the other side, let me know. I mean I haven’t done it in a while, but I can always give Bobby’s friend Pam a call if I need some guid-”
Dean bolts out of his chair. Papers crumple in his tight fist. “We don’t need you to do anything.” The dismissive tone matches the inconsequential way he stares at me. “We don’t need anyone else fucking things up.”
Sam rotates in the seat, arm resting along the chair back. His bewildered and angry expression towards Dean is all I focus on. My cheeks warm at the berating from this stranger with a chip on his shoulder the size of the Grand Canyon.
“From what I hear,” Dean continues, “you are giving the normal life the good ole college try back in Montezuma. I suggest you keep it that way. And get as far away from all this as you can.” His voice cracks at the end. That sound makes me dare to lift my gaze back to him.
He’s trying his best to be an all-knowing asshole. But something’s cracking the veneer. I don’t think he’ll be able to keep it up for much longer. For a moment, I want to march right into this guy’s personal space and slap him. Right before I hug him. But it’s a fleeting inkling. I nod at him. “I’ll get this stuff to Bobby. Sounds like the both of you can handle picking him up at the hospital in the morning.” I inhale and prop up a smile as I turn to Sam. It’s the only way I’ll keep my lips from quivering.
Sam’s brows angle down. “I’m sorry, El.” He whispers.
I shake my head. I can’t speak. If I do, I’ll cry. And I don’t fucking know why my body is reacting like this to the things Dean Winchester said to me.
My heart is racing. I walk with lightning speed to the door.
My brakes are squeaking big time back to Matamoras.
~~~~
Sam’s tired. He should be the one sleeping in the back seat.
He’s the one that’s lived through and remembered hundreds of Tuesdays where Dean died. He didn’t have the blessing(?) of a memory wipe with every morning reset. Now, he panics when he stumbles upon a radio station playing the chorus of Asia’s most well known song. He woke up on so many Tuesdays to “the heat of the moment.” Those words grate like fingernails across a chalkboard every time he hears it. Hearing that music always makes him question for a couple seconds if he’s been dropped back into Groundhog Day Hell.
One Tuesday did have a Wednesday after it. Without Dean.
Sam’s lived six months without Dean already. The Trickster showed him what life would be like without his brother. Sam spent those six months obsessed, determined to find a way to bring Dean back from the dead. He’d convinced the Trickster to snap his fingers and take him back to a Wednesday where Dean lived. Honestly, the Trickster probably got bored of Sam’s sulking and found another puppet’s strings to pull. But, regardless, Sam got his brother back.
He hasn’t bothered to share any of what happened during those six months with Dean (or that one of his deaths actually stuck). Not when they’re trying to prevent Dean from going to hell.
Sam’s need to fix messes could be considered heroic –maybe even to him– if he wasn’t the reason the messes were created.
Sam’s not sure how much one person is expected to withstand. If he and Dean are in some kind of tragedy endurance contest, he’d like to tap out, please, and wave the white flag in surrender. But, then, he thinks about Dean going it alone. When he decides that’s not an option, he straightens up, plants his feet, and braces for the next wave of sorrow to pummel him.
So, yeah, Sam’s tired. But still determined that his brother’s not gonna die. Not anytime soon. Not if he has a say in the matter. Especially when Dean’s no longer resigned to the inevitable of his demon deal coming to fruition.
Sam can push through the exhaustion and fight for Dean’s future because even Dean wants a chance at what’s possible for himself.
Sam saw it with his very own eyes in Dean’s dream. Not the dream Dean’s currently having in the backseat. In between snuffles and snores he’s mumbling nonsense (something about wrenches and spanners). No, what Sam witnessed in Dean’s dream months back proved Dean thinks about a future of what ifs.
The dream had occurred days after he and Dean had managed to wake Bobby from the nightmare coma courtesy of Jeremy Frost. Days after Dean found himself in grave danger of becoming Jeremy’s next victim.
Dean hadn’t slept for days. The threat of never waking up again meant classic rock on full blast in Baby. Gallons of coffee. A concerning amount of No-Doze pills that Dean most definitely wasn’t taking to cram for a college exam.
Bobby had kept himself awake researching with Bela. In between, he spent a lot of time fuming at Dean for the way he’d sent Elina packing. Dean brushed off Bobby's grumpy attitude and reminded him it was best for Elina.
Dean had eventually reached a breaking point, gave his safety a big ole’ “fuck you,” and decided sleep was worth the risk. He’d driven Baby to a clearing off the road, parked her, and leaned back to close his eyes.
Sam harvested some of Dean’s hair right off the scalp, insisting that if Dean was going under he’d need someone to watch his back in the dreamworld.
When they’d both roused from sleep in the Impala nothing had seemed off.
Until Elina popped up in the backseat.
“Finally!” Elina exclaimed.
Sam almost pogoed off the bench at the sound made by a person that most definitely could not be there.
She bopped first Dean’s, then Sam’s, shoulder with a folded up newspaper. “Geez, you two were really knocked out.” Her elbows and arms draped atop the front bench’s backrest. “I was gonna give you five more minutes of beauty sleep. I know you both need it.”
Dean’s eyes widened, staring at her. His lips parted.
Sam dared to interact with the apparition. “El, what are you doing here?”
Her brows furrowed. She nodded in pensive thought. “I ask myself that question every day, Sam. What the hell am I doing with my life, hunting with the likes of you two?” She nudged Dean’s shoulder with an elbow and grinned at him. “Saving people: an absolutely non-existent way to earn a living, am I right?”
Dean nodded back and offered a confused smile. “R-right.”
Elina looked from Dean to Sam then back to Dean. “You okay?”
Dean nodded with increased fervor and turned in his seat to give her his full attention. “Yeah.”
“Better be. I think I found us a case.” She presented the paper to Sam. “Take a look.”
Sam took the offering and gazed at the front page. A jumble of letters littered the paper like a word search puzzle. “What are we looking at?” Sam bluffed.
“A man was found dead in the famous confectionery amusement park in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Police hadn’t released details of the death to the public.” She tapped the spot that appeared to be a headline. “An anonymous source talked to this reporter and said the guy that died had been literally encased in a chocolate mold. You know, like those chocolate bunnies? Only this was a gigantic chocolate dude. Impossible to create anything like that in the on-site factory.”
“Solid Milk Murder,” Dean mumbled. Sam watched his older brother fixate his gaze away on Elina’s face.
“Get this,” Elina continued. “This reporter did more digging into the victim’s life. Six months prior his father had died. Dad had been a supervisor at a candy factory in a Delaware beach town. He’d been pulled to pieces in a taffy stretching machine.” She scooted behind Dean and wrapped her arms around him. Dean stiffened in shock. “Sticky situation,” she mumbled into Dean’s ear and then pecked him on the cheek. Dean closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. A small smile lined his lips. When his eyes blinked open and Adam's apple twitched with a swallow, he appeared to relax into the embrace. “I say the Three Amigos see if this is our kind of thing.”
Before Sam or Dean could respond a noise rattled outside of the car. Elina flickered out, gone in an instant. There’d been no time for either of them to discuss what had happened. They quickly exited the car to investigate.
Dean manifested Lisa next. The scene was the perfect slice of Apple Pie Life. A picnic in the park. Lisa had even told Dean she loved him before disappearing.
Things went downhill from there. But, they’d made it out of the dream alive. Jeremy hadn’t, thanks to Sam turning the tables.
Unfortunately, Bela had broken into the safe in the hotel room and stolen the Colt. Bobby left them with a promise to be in touch if he got a lead on her or the gun’s whereabouts. That was the only thing they thought could kill Lilith.
Sam finished packing back at the hotel. A heavy mix of anger and defeat hung in the air. Quietly writing, Dean hunched over the desk in an attempt at privacy while Sam bounced around the room grabbing all their items. Sam spotted names on the envelopes Dean stuffed into his bag when he was done. One read Lisa. The other, Elina.
It wasn’t until they headed out to the car and tossed the bags in the trunk that Dean spoke.
“Hey Sam, I was wondering, when you were in my head what did you see?”
“Uh, just Jeremy, he kept me separated from you. Easier to beat my brains out I guess. What about you? You never said.”
“Nothing. I was looking for you the whole time.”
As easy as it was for Sam to withhold all the dream details, he was pretty certain Dean was doing the same.
The car doors creaked and squeaked. When they settled in the driver and passenger seat, Dean said, “Sam…”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve been doing some thinking. And… well, the thing is… I don’t want to die. I don’t want to go to hell.”
“All right, yeah. We’ll find a way to save you.”
“Okay, good.”
Sam’s lived through his own hell since Dean confessed wanting salvation from an eternity of torture. With everything they have been through, they’ve got nothing to show for it. They still aren’t any closer to finding Bela and the Colt and the magic bullet that will put an end to Dean’s demon deal.
The last case in Milan, Ohio and the monster they encountered fed off Dean’s fear of dying. The crocotta had used its powers to mimic their dad’s voice and contact Dean through the phone. The monster, claiming to be John, told Dean he could help him locate the demon that held his contract.
Dean had opened up to Sam after they’d defeated the crocotta back at the motel room.
(Dialogue - in italics - from Ep. Long Distance Call; written by Jeremy Carver)
“I wanted to believe so badly there was a way out of this. I mean, I’m staring down the barrel at this thing. You know, Hell… for real, forever, and I’m just…”
“Yeah.”
“I’m scared, Sam. I’m really scared.”
“I know.”
“I guess I was willing to believe anything – you know, last act of a desperate man.”
“There’s nothing wrong with having hope, you know.”
“Hope doesn’t get you Jack Squat. I can’t expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can’t expect anybody to, you know? And the only person that can get me out of this thing is me.”
“And me.”
“‘And me’?”
“What?”
“Deep revelation, having a real moment here, that’s what you come back with – ‘And me’?”
“Do you want a poem?”
“Moments gone.” Dean turned on the television. “Unbelievable.” He passed Sam a beer and they drank in silence.
They’ve shaked and baked their way through a handful of demons since that case; trying to get any information on the real demon that holds Dean’s contract. But they keep hitting a brick wall. Whatever owns the agreement to Dean’s demise scares the holy hell out of every demon they’ve encountered.
Sam might have a lead on a novel way out of Dean’s contract. It doesn’t involve facing off with the Demon that makes every underling willingly choose an exorcism over betrayal. The solution may be wrapped up in the potential case they’re heading to in Erie, Pennsylvania. Sam knows it will be a hard sell if his hunch is right. But he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.
For now, anyway, Sam’s got another trick up his sleeve. He offered to drive from Ohio into Pennsylvania so Dean could get some shut eye. The trek had taken longer because he passed right on by Erie. On purpose.
Sam’s luck ran out about an hour from the destination when Dean stretched and sat up in the backseat.
Sam clocked Dean in the rearview mirror. He checked his watch. Eyes widened. “What the hell? Did you drug me? I’ve been out for like seven hours.”
Sam had thought about knocking his brother out. Thankfully, he didn’t need to resort to that. Yet.
Sam shrugged. “My smooth driving lulled you to sleep.”
“Yeah, right.” Dean chuckled.
Sam’s jaw clenched as he passed a highway distance sign that displayed the city where they were headed.
“Sam.” The mirth in Dean’s voice disappeared. “Sam,” he repeated. “Are you lost? You better be lost.”
Dean has always looked out for Sam. Sam knows, deep down, Dean’s always wanted happiness for him. Sam wants that for Dean, too. If Sam can unload Dean off to someone that might be able to help him get happiness in whatever form - whether it’s the hunting life with Elina or the suburban life with Lisa - why shouldn’t Dean get the chance to try?
“Pull over,” Dean ordered.
Sam shook his head. “Nope.”
“Bitch, what the fuck?”
“Consider this a proactive discussion prior to the demon deal dissolution.”
Dean groaned. His head flopped onto the backrest. “I’m so kicking your ass when you stop this car. And, you’ve gotta stop eventually.”
“It’ll be worth it.” The hesitance in Sam’s voice contradicted the certainty of his words.
Dean was directly behind him now. Sam could feel Dean’s warm breath on the back of his neck as he huffed, “Really?”
Sam swallowed hard. “Yep. We’re gonna find a way to save you, Dean. And, when we do, Elena’s gonna remember all of it.”
“You don’t know that,” Dean murmured.
“Well, if she doesn’t, then Bobby and I will tell her everything that happened.”
Dean slapped him upside the head.
“Jerk! I’m driving!” Sam exclaimed.
“It won’t change anything.” Dean slid to the middle of the back seat. “It won’t change how I feel. She’s better off without me, Sam, and you know it.”
“No, I don’t. And how would she know it when she doesn’t even remember you? You got a shit deal and Elena got dragged in as a free gift with your order.”
“I didn’t ask for that.”
“I know you didn’t. But, Dean,” –Sam glanced at his brother– “Elena didn’t ask for it either.”
“She’s trying the normal life thing. That’s good. I’d just complicate it all again.”
“You could give the normal life thing a try, too, you know.”
“You aren’t gonna shut up about this are ya?”
“Nope. Come on, no time like the present.” Because there’s literally no time, Sam thought.
~~~~
Ugh. No time!
I rummage through the jewelry box. Again. My gaze darts to the alarm clock on the nightstand. I should have left the apartment five minutes ago if I wanted to appear fashionably late.
The attempt at nonchalance is no longer an option. I will now have to text Gary.
Running later than expected. Wait for me?
Thoughts claw their way up the curtains in my head when I rush like this. I can’t find my grandmother’s rose gold necklace. I know I didn’t lose it. At least I hope not.
Are the blouse and skirt not dressy enough for Bella Notte? I forgot to ask Gary if it’s a formal restaurant. If I send another text it will be obvious I’m obsessing way more than I should. Maybe the outfit is too much? If it is, I probably don’t need the necklace, too. But now that I went searching for it and it’s not where I expected it to be, I have to find it.
My fingers thread through my hair and grip my skull. I’ve gotta calm my ass down.
The phone chirps with news of a Gary response.
Nowhere I gotta be but waiting for a beautiful woman. Just don’t stand me up, alright?
Gary’s flirting. And even through the technical distance of texting this attention increases the beating of my racing heart. I steady my fingers to type.
Of course not.
Screw it. It’s taken almost a year for this first date to happen. I can tear the apartment upside down for the necklace I was going to wear when I return.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the jewelry box mirror. I touch the soft leather cord around my neck. It doesn’t go with the blouse. But I promised Bobby I wouldn’t take the thing off when he gave it to me months ago.
I sigh, thinking about the grouch in the hospital bed. Back then, he asked where the fire was that I needed to get to in such a goddamn hurry. I wasn’t about to tell him I was running away from an avalanche of attitude by the name of Dean Winchester. The passing thought of that guy still bristles my fur. What the hell was his problem?
Bobby ordered me to hand over his duffle I’d brought from the hotel room. It took him a couple minutes to sift through it as he grumbled about my packing job. Eventually, he pulled out a cord with a charm.
“Should have given you one of these years ago, L. They only gotta find a chink in your armor when you’re the most vulnerable. Lost. Without hope.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Demons, knucklehead.” He rubbed the scrap of hair atop his balding skull.
I frowned. “My place is warded to ‘Singer Specifications.’” I air-quoted. “Salt lines get redone on the windows and doors weekly with double-sided tape. I’ve got a spray bottle of holy water on the kitchen counter. You even told me you peeled the upholstery off the roof of my car to paint a Devil’s Trap under it.”
He cleared his throat. “Right, I forgot I did that.” He waves the cord at me. “Overkill? Maybe? But a lot of shit’s been stirred up lately. And there’s an increase in demon activity because of it. Humor an old man. Put it on and promise me you won’t take it off. Ever.”
“Ever?”
He nodded. “Shower with it. Sleep with it. The whole nine yards.”
I’d kept my promise.
But, tonight. Well, tonight, fashion sense beats common as I pull the cord over my head. Before I can drop it into my jewelry box, there’s a knock at my door.
I frown, stuff the cord and charm in my grip, and wonder who’s paying me a visit and how fast I can get rid of them. “Who is it?” I call out.
“Uh, it’s Dean Winchester.” The voice rumbles. “You probably don’t remember me.”
“Oh no,” I mumble and rush to the door. I’m face to face with him after a quick unlock and pull. “What happened?” The question spews out. I hear how frantic I sound.
His eyes widen and punctuate his already shocked expression. “What?”
“Bobby! What happened?”
“Nothing. Bobby’s fine. Back in Sioux Falls, far as I know. Talked to him just yesterday.” He raises a hand to apparently calm me.
The gesture has the opposite effect. From my limited encounters, any reaction from this man reeks of condescension. I lash out with what I think is biting sarcasm. “Good. Hopefully Bobby put me down as his emergency contact like I asked, Mr. Snyderson.”
He confuses me further with a smile.
I shake my head and try not to focus on how cute his smile is. Or how long his lashes are and how that only adds to the flirtatious vibes when his lids flutter over those green eyes. “Why are you here?”
“Sam and I were in the area. On the way to a case.” He rocks back and forth from heel to sole.
I peek past him to the staircase landing. No Sam.
“He’s waiting in the car, outside.” Dean clears his throat. “He figured it was better I do this alone.”
My hand lands on my hip as I try my best cool-and-could-care-less stance. “Do what?”
He sighs. “Apologize.”
I’m staring up at this guy. Not as tall and eclipsing as his brother, but still much taller than me. He’s wearing a leather jacket that’s a little too big for his frame. A fleeting thought has me wondering if it’s Sam’s. But that can’t be right. An older brother doesn’t get his younger brother’s hand-me-downs. There’s hesitation and uncertainty in his eyes. Their gaze flits from side to side. For a moment, he seems smaller.
And sincere.
“I’m on my way out,” I state. Then add, “but you can come in for a minute.”
He tugs a smile up the corner of his mouth and hurries inside. My nose twitches at the odor of stale sweat and something metallic.
“This is a nice little place you got here. Just like I imagined it would be.”
Why the hell had he been imagining what my place looks like?
His hands disappear into his jacket pockets. He strolls into the middle of my apartment.
I close the door. “You mentioned apologizing.” I’ve got places to be, buddy.
Dean turns to stare back at me. He lifts a brow, then steels his jaw. “Yeah.” He rotates on his heels to face me full on. “I was a dick and you didn’t deserve any of my bullshit. I’ve been going through some shit for about a year… not an excuse, I know that. But, I figured an explanation to go along with the apology was in order. Trying to make amends to the people I wronged before I hang up my hunting license.”
“You’re quitting?” For some reason, the confession utterly surprises me. I know nothing about this guy. But, none of that lines up in my brain about him. “Getting out of the life?”
“Something like that, yeah.” He smiles. It’s forced and pinned high on his cheeks. “Got any tips?”
“Tips?”
“Yeah, how’d you do it?”
I shake my head. “Tips should come from someone who’s done it successfully. I can’t say I’ll never get wrapped up in a case again. It’s a work in progress.”
He shrugs. The long jacket sleeve almost swallows his clenched fist at the action. “I don’t know. You’ve got a job. Your own place. Sounds pretty successful to me.” He spins, slow and deliberate, taking in the details of my apartment.
It should feel intrusive. Privacy invading. But, I find myself taking advantage of the opportunity to study his mannerisms. His lids squint, then relax. He licks his top lip. There’s a slight nod to some steady bopping tune that might be playing in his head.
Dean halts and stares at something. He bends over and leans to the side. On his way to the dresser, he crouches with creeping steps. Investigation mode appears to be activated with a graceful squat. A hand sweeps along the wood floor out of my view. He hops up to standing. Something shiny dangles between his fingers.
I float over in adulation at the sight. “Oh wow, you found it!”
He grins and drops it into my open, waiting palm. “Pretty important?”
“A gift from my grandmother.” My gaze darts to the corner behind the dresser where it had been hiding. I connect the dots. “It must have slipped over the side.” I inhale and beam at Dean. “Thank you.”
“Glad I could help.”
I drop the anti-possession charm on the dresser and use both hands to put on Grandma’s rose gold necklace.
Dean points to the leather cord. “Don’t forget that.”
I shake my head. “Doesn’t go.”
The judgment in his eyes wipes away any mirth on his face. “Bobby gave you that, didn’t he? He’d be awfully disappointed to know you weren’t taking precautions. ‘Out of the life’ doesn’t mean you slack off on being careful.” He scoops up the cord and unties the knot. A nod precedes his order. “Hold your arm out.”
I’ve obeyed before I realize it. He wraps the cord around my wrist a few times, turning it into a bracelet. Warm fingers fumble against my skin to fasten the leather. They slide up my forearm just enough to tuck the charm under my cuffed sleeve. “There,” he states. “Don’t have to worry about clashing or demons tonight.”
I’m about to thank him again when his eyes do a double-take in the direction of my dresser. He stares in surprise. “You-uh-you collect a lot of cat figurines, huh?”
I huff out a laugh and joke, “Yeah, I’m easing into the crazy cat lady role.”
He picks one up from the dozen miniature cats without asking.
I smile at the little angel in his hand. “That’s my favorite one.”
Dean raises a brow. “Another gift?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Best guess is the people that rented the apartment before me forgot it in the dresser they left behind. I found it in the bottom of a drawer under my clothes one day.”
“Oh.” He nods. “Why’s it your favorite?”
“I don’t know. Just makes me smile.”
“Hmm.” There’s a far away expression on his face.
I suddenly remember I am now very, very late for a date. “Well, Dean, I appreciate you coming by to apologize. No hard feelings. I hope things work out for you. Really.”
Dean relocates the angel with care. He straightens and gains a couple of inches. “I can use all the hope I can get.”
I nod along with him for what seems like forever.
“Riiight.” He stretches the word. “Have a nice night.”
I trail him to the door. “Tell Sam I said hi?”
He turns and looks at me. “Will do.” A hitch of breath follows. I wait for him to say whatever it is he seems to be mulling over. He offers me a soft smile. “Goodbye, Elina.”
The door opens and closes in a second and he’s gone. I’ve been surprisingly affected again by one Dean Winchester. And even though the apology should make me feel better, I somehow find myself worrying about the mysterious and aloof hunter.
I sigh and choose not to dwell on it if I can help it. After all, I’ve got a date!
I rush to the bathroom one more time.
~~~~
Gary’s lips are insistent. Not super rough. His hands curl about my waist. The door handle by the passenger seat presses into my lower back.
The front seat of my VW bug isn’t very roomy. But, here we are, parked at the Staircase Rapids Canoe and Kayak Launch along the Delaware River. The deserted pull off and the moonlight dancing over the water make for a decent and impromptu makeout location.
Dinner was nice enough. I thought my Fettuccine Alfredo was a little runny. But I kept those thoughts to myself.
Gary was a nice enough dinner companion – from the crusty Italian bread with the dipping oil to the Tiramisu we shared. After months of building Gary up in my head, I thought I’d only find more of him to be starry eyed about. Once we could finally talk uninterrupted, the only new thing I’ve found out is he’s very good at deflecting. He offered up short and stubby answers to most of my questions.
I assumed a cool disinterest had crept up in him by the end of the night. He didn’t ask anything very personal. There was nothing deep and probing. Well, except for his tongue currently in my mouth.
As I rate his kissing technique (there’s too much swirl and suction for my liking) I’m also wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Why am I not able to let go and enjoy the closeness and warmth of this other person? It’s been way too long since I’ve experienced this kind of touch. I don’t need to calculate how long. My inner scorekeeper quickly reminds me. It’s been almost two years since my one night stand in Wildwood, New Jersey.
I’m swimming in a haze of too much wine mixed with indecisiveness. His fingers skirt under the hem of my blouse and test the waters. When do I tell him that’s enough? Do I let him cop a feel over my bra? Despite his insistence to pay for my dinner, I slipped my credit card to the waitress so we could split the cost. I didn’t want to owe him anything.
I’ve done more for less attention and regretted it later. I shouldn’t care. Shouldn’t beat myself up for craving touch and fulfilling a basic human need.
It would be easy if I didn’t want more. And I’m realizing with every slip and slurp of Gary’s mouth that there isn’t going to be anything more than this. Whatever happens.
He whispers in my ear that I look incredibly hot tonight. I should gasp a thank you or toss him a complementary compliment. Instead, I’m reminding myself how expendable and forgettable I am. I’m tallying up how many people I expected to stick around –who displayed a modicum of care and interest– actually did.
Gary has been, well, nice enough. I recall how he offered to look at my brakes months back. Fixed them for me at cost at the garage where he moonlights.
All the chance encounters with this man have been thrilling and invigorating. After tonight, they could be embarrassing and stomach upsetting.
Cause this doesn’t feel right.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I finally get what I think I want… and… it’s not.
“Whatsa matter, baby?” he mumbles the question into my mouth.
I snatch at the opportunity presented. My hand rests atop his chest to push him away. I am done inhaling the red wine and cocoa on his breath. “I-I think it’s getting late.” His offer to drive me home in my car, after I had too much wine, is now an obvious problem. I scramble to sound invested in his well being. “You don’t want to call Jason too late for that drive back to the restaurant to pick up your truck, do you?”
“Sweet of you to worry, but I’m a big boy.” He combs some of my hair behind my ear. “You aren’t having a good time?”
“No,” I hurry out my answer. Gary’s figure is awash in the ashy gray of evening. His face, half in pitch black shadow, gives me little to read. The whites of his eyes are the only thing I can make out well. He blinks in wait. I continue. “I had a great time. But, it’s getting late.”
“We could have an even better time if you’d relax.” His thin lips curl up high into a smirk. Hands overpower with ease and clamp over my wrists. A push and I’m smothered between his chest and the door. He grapples my arms tight against my sides. His mouth latches onto my neck. “Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting?” His question vibrates under my skin.
My heart beats for release. “Gary, please…”
“Hm, begging for it already.” He chuckles.
“No.” I squirm. I shake my head, lift my shoulder in vain to detach his lips from me. “Take me home, please.”
He groans out an exasperated sigh. His bangs sweep over my lips. “For fuck’s sake. We could’ve had a good time tonight, El.” His teeth click. He launches backward into the driver’s seat.
I sit up and wedge farther into the little corner between the door and the seat. Where the hell can I run where he won’t catch me right away? There isn’t anything for five miles in either direction on this stretch of road heading back to Matamoras from Pond Eddy. I massage the skin of one wrist. Maybe I can convince him to drive me home? Promise to continue the fun at my apartment? I could hop out of the car and run to the 24-hour Smoke Shop a block away.
When I switch to the other wrist I notice something’s missing.
Gary starts the engine. The dashboard illuminates and winks to life. He taps on the overhead light. My leather cord dangles from the tips of his fingers. He eyes the charm swaying back and forth. His lips peel back and display pearly whites. “Fuckin’ piece of shit,” he hisses. Under the engine hum a whirr accompanies the opening of the driver’s side window. With a quick slingshot, my necklace disappears into the darkness outside.
“What the hell are you doing?” I’m surprised at my ability to sound angry.
“What did Dean have to say when he stopped by earlier?” Gary asks and turns to look at me. I can see every inch of his face now but he’s not any easier to read.
Oh. Shit.
I grab the door handle.
But I’m not faster than Gary.
He cups the back of my head and slams my forehead into the curved outcrop of the dash. A shock of whiplash shuffles the contents of my skull. It’s followed by a ringing in my ears. Fingers weave into my hair and tug me to sit upright, tipping my head back like a Pez dispenser. I scream at the corkscrew twisting of his hand. Hundreds of strands yank out of my scalp.
“The Winchesters.” Gary is calm and stone faced. He’s in my personal space, staring down at me. “Where are they headed?”
“I-I don’t know.” Balance upended, I’m woozy and confused. “How-, why-”
“Those two are stupid enough to get themselves killed if they aren’t careful, El. Help ‘em out. Tell me where they are going.”
“I t-t-told you. I don’t kn-”
I hear a crack, then realize it was the side of my head getting slammed into the car window. A dull, heavy pulse bangs against the kettle drum that is my brain.
“We gotta do it the hard way, huh?”
I slump against the glass and close my eyes. The surface is cool, slippery. Despite the pain radiating throughout my body, I could fall asleep.
Gears shift. The car judders forward in that familiar way when I give it a little too much gas. Then, it slows to a crawl.
“We’ve got a pool going, seeing how boring as hell it’s been topside lately. Pun intended, by the way.” Gary hums a little to the pop tune blaring from the radio. “Who’s Dean gonna run to before his deal comes due?” He announces the question like a game show host. “I had my money on you. Always thought you had an advantage over Lisa. I mean, yeah, there’s Ben. That meat stick has a soft spot for kids. But, you, I mean come on, you were in the life. You know what it’s like. You get him. Well, when you remember him.” Gary snorts. “You saved him for fuck’s sake!”
I force my lids open. Something sticky’s blurring the vision of my right eye. The headlights are creeping over a dirt path. Gary taps the steering wheel to the song’s beat.
“Wha- talkin’ ‘bout?” I murmur.
“You pulled out in the lead at the last minute. Spray a little scrubbing bubbles in there” – he presses a finger to my temple – “and I’ll get what I need, get out of this ass backwards town and onto bigger and better things. A promotion from Lilith. Maybe visit New York City. Get up to some trouble.” Gary turns to grin at me. I’m seeing double, his figure swimming in and out of focus.
His eyes turn totally black.
I shake my head. The pounding only increases.
A demon. There’s a fucking demon driving my car.
“Gotta say I’m a little disappointed.” Gary slams the brake pedal hard. My body flails back into the seat. I groan as Gary continues talking, shifting into park while the engine runs. “Thought we could have some real fun before getting down to the doldrums of business. This wasn’t the way Gary wanted to end up inside you, either.”
I gotta get out of here. I reach for one of the door handles but I only fist at air. Beyond the car hood, I can only make out a sliver of the dirt path awash in high beams. Ripples of water, the color of black volcanic glass, sway and meet the edge of the earth.
Sudden and abrupt, Gary’s palms cradle my head. A kaleidoscope of black-eyed masks circle in my vision. “Open wide so I can have a peek, baby.” His jaw unhinges. Smoke expels from between his lips. Onyx clouds hang in the air. Terror bubbles up and a pitiful yelp leaves me. His gaping hole of a mouth turns up at the corners in a sinister cheshire cat grin.
The smoke appears sentient, swirling its form into a thread with a needle-like point heading right toward my mouth. Then, I feel the invasion. The alien gas slides down my throat. It violates and expands throughout my lungs and inflates in dominance. It’s rough, uncaring, pawing under my skin for control. My vision is gone, a complete blackout. I can’t stop blinking in hopes I will see something, anything. I gasp somewhere, far away, for breath.
“There we go, baby.” It’s my voice, but I’m not saying the words. I’ve been amputated from the body I’m stuck inside. The prisoner part of me rattles around in my brain, beating against my skull. “It’ll be better if you don’t fight.”
My sight returns but it’s distorted. I’m peeking through a fisheye lens. My hand adjusts the rear view mirror - without any directive that’s mine - so I can stare at my reflection. Half of my face is smeared in blood. My blood. My fingers push matted hair off my forehead and cheek. My eyes leer at my own visage, lascivious and coveting. My tongue peeks out to lick the blood dripping from my nose.
“Oh, we’re gonna be able to get so much more done with this body.” Incorporeal fingers flip through my memory. “Hm. You weren’t lying. You don’t know where they went.”
“Elina?” A hoarse voice mumbles out of Gary’s body slumped in the driver’s seat.
“All those naughty thoughts.” My voice holds a condescending, judgy tone, as I stare at Gary. “Maybe if you’d paid more attention to taking care of that sickly aunt you wouldn’t be in this mess, Gar.” One of my hands feels its way up Gary’s shirt and under his suit jacket. It finds something cool and hard inside the breast pocket. My other hand unceremoniously pulls the clear bud vase from the mount it resides in near the steering wheel. “Lilith appreciates your service.”
Gary stares at the folded hunting knife in my hand. A firm wrist whip releases the blade from the confines. He scrambles to sit up in the seat. “What-what are you-”
Gary doesn’t get to finish his sentence. I’m screaming in the cage of my brain. My hand slashes at his throat, plunging deep into the flesh and meeting the resistance of bone. My wrist twists. My other hand places the bud vase near the gaping wound. Blood gurgles and spurts into the receptacle as Gary’s head flops to the side.
I can’t stop screaming.
“Hopefully that’s enough.”
My voice quips out some lines of Latin as my eyes stare hard at the tiny vase.
“Fuck. Well, guess that killing two birds with one stone saying doesn’t apply here. Not enough juice.” My hand tosses the vase into the back of the car. “We’ll just give Sam a ring and find out where he and Dean are. Find another warm body to make another call. Then we’ll update Lilith on our progress.” I see my lips scrunch up in the mirror’s reflection. “Gary’s gonna have to go for a swim.” My body expels an exasperated sigh.
I can’t stop screaming.
“Shut the fuck up. Or when we track Dean and Sam down, I’ll cut their tongues out and feed them to you.”
I gasp, stunned and muted by the threat.
“That’s better. Now where’s that cell phone of yours.”
Dropping the knife, my hand searches the footwell by my heels. The demon will secure my purse in moments.
Dean’s face flashes in my memory. I can use all the hope I can get.
“You get him. Well, when you remember him. You saved him for fuck’s sake!” Gary’s voice - the demon’s words - replay in my head.
Demons lie.
But I remember Sam. Sam doesn’t deserve whatever this demon has in store for him. And, deep down, I’m pretty sure Dean doesn’t deserve it either.
From the periphery of my sight, I see blood seeping out of Gary’s fatal wound. The wound my hands created.
Demons kill.
The demon won’t hesitate to do this again to someone else.
Unless I fight back.
“You can’t fight me.” My voice sing songs. “You don’t get out of this until I say.”
I remember Sam. Sam was able to do things he hadn’t thought possible when something was important enough to try and save.
“I told you to shut up.”
I realize how similar my voice sounds to my sister’s when she used to tease and scold me.
I hated that.
The engine idles, a background hum to all of the crazy.
My hand flips my phone open and begins to tap through my contacts.
I won’t be used to hurt another person. Anger boils and the body I’m in heats up around me. My thoughts zone in on how the gear shift would feel in my hand. How I’d press on the brake while I switch from Park to Drive.
The pedal bears down and the gear shift clicks to R, N, then D.
“What the–?”
I imagine my foot lifting off the brake and slamming the gas.
The car hiccups forward, almost rearing up on its wheels like a horse being whipped. It’s only a few seconds and then it’s bobbing as if it’s been fitted with hydraulics. Gary’s lifeless body bounces in the driver’s seat.
“You psycho bitch!” My voice screams. “Your funeral, not mine!” I feel my jaw open wide, stretching muscles and tendons to their limits.
The lights flicker out in the car. I focus on the sound of water lapping against the exterior. Whatever is going to happen next, I hope it’s quick.
“What the hell?!?” My voice roars in the dark. “What did you do?!? Why am I stuck?!?” My head whips side to side with a feral intensity.
I imagine chuckling like a victorious villain. The Devil’s Trap on the ceiling. Bobby came through for me. Again. Even as my body shivers at the cold water surrounding my feet, I know I can do one last thing to make the man proud. After all, I aced my Latin class in college.
I thread the words of the exorcism together, echoing in my brain.
“No! Stop!”
My body is betraying me again, either because of the demon or because I might be weakening its hold and control over my flesh. I’m fading. Lids too heavy to keep open.
Glass breaks behind me and water rushes in. The ice cold shocks my heart. Hands wrap around my waist and tug. I’m pulled through the water. This must be what dying feels like.
I break through the water’s surface. “El!” A hand wraps around my waist. A body tangles around mine in the river and drags me somewhere.
Pairs of hands hold me down on hard ground.
“Fuck! Sam!”
The Latin chant spills from a familiar voice, fast and furious.
Sam.
The force of water and smoke expelling from my throat jolts me awake. My eyes flicker open.
I see them.
Sam and Dean stare down at me. A heavy full moon hangs in the sky behind them.
“Hold on, El!”
Dean.
I can’t, though.
~~~~
I wake up screaming.
Sam and Dean are gone.
No moon. No night.
I’m in a room. Yellow fluorescent light.
My heart races. Something beeps.
I stare at a drop ceiling.
“El!”
Pamela. Pamela’s here. I gasp for air.
“It’s alright, darlin’.” Her hand soothes a warm trail up and down my arm.
I slowly realize “here” is a hospital room. I am in a bed, sensors taped to skin and needles tapped into veins.
“Aw, sweetie. Everyone’s gonna be so happy to know you’re awake. Doctor’s gonna want to check you out and talk to you.” She sighs. “Unfortunately, so are the police.”
My mind swims with newfound knowledge. “Dean.” I croak out. “Where’s Dean?” I turn to see her watercolor blue eyes inspect me. The usual troublemaker grin is nowhere to be found.
She pats my hand. “Later, sweetie. Listen to me now.”
“Pamela…”
“Do you remember what happened to you? In the car?” She strokes the hair atop my head. “Do you remember what that thing did to you? Do you remember what it made you do to Gary?”
The knife in Gary’s throat. The blood. I nod. The tears flow.
Pamela nods back. “That’s what the police want to talk to you about,” she whispers. “But, if you claim it was self-defense-that he was gonna hurt you-trust me, it’ll be an easy sell. Those two lawyers you work for, Mitch and Ryan?” I nod as she continues. “They’ve been by to check on you and keep me informed of the investigation. Gary’s Aunt Cheryl’s been rotting away in the basement of her house for months. Gary” –her voice even lower– “that thing joyriding him, it had you in its sights all that time, just waiting for the right moment, like a goddamn serial killer. Cops found photos of you all over the house and satanic” –she air quotes– “stuff in his room.”
My head spins. “Why? Why was it after Sam and Dean?”
A nurse pops in. Her face lights up. “Oh. How’s the patient?”
Pamela smiles and grips my wrist. “Sis just woke up.”
The nurse beelines to the side of my bed and checks the IV drip. Her gaze skirts over me and then at the monitor. “Dr. Wallace is making the rounds.” She clears her throat. “We’ve been given specific instructions to notify the police department as soon as…”
Pamela waves a hand, “Just do whatever you gotta do so we can get her out of here as soon as she’s able. Please.”
The nurse nods and zips out of the room.
“Sis?” I notice a dull throb from my forehead extends to the right side of my head. Oh, yeah, my skull met the dashboard and a window. The painkillers are obviously holding back a torrent of pain.
“Bobby needed one of your relatives to watch over you while he…” Pamela trails off.
“He’s with them, isn’t he? Sam and Dean?”
“What do you remember?”
It’s all a jumble. Memories and thoughts can’t reconcile themselves. “I remember knowing Dean, and then… not. And then, knowing him again.”
Her fingers rub circles atop my hand. “I don’t know all the details. Bobby’s a vault when he swears to secrecy. But, the long and short of it… this Dean Winchester made some kind of demon deal almost a year ago.”
I close my eyes. All I hear in my head is Dean.
I don’t like any of this, though, not one bit. I can’t keep literally dragging you into my shit.
Whatever this connection is, it’s obvious we don’t have any control over it. And that can go real bad, real quick.
You’re special. And I want you to stay that way.
“Oh, Dean,” I whisper. “What did you do?”
“Hey.” Pamela gives me a soft nudge. “This Dean sounds like a ton more trouble than he’s worth. You need to worry more about yourself right now, those police that are going to be by, and getting better. Bobby’s orders.”
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I was in the hospital for two more days under observation because of the head trauma I sustained. Once they ran me back and forth for numerous tests I finally got discharged with orders to rest.
I’ve been on lockdown for three weeks. I’ve also got security detail.
Not from the cops, mind you. I was convincing enough with my story. They bought that what I did to Gary was in self-defense. It wasn’t like I had to embellish much, just selectively omit some details. The demon had left a trail of crazy and murder that only supported my innocence.
No, I’m on lockdown with Pamela. And Garth, my security detail, has been ordered by Bobby to act as a sentinel outside my building. When he’s not in his car by the entrance during the day, he’s tucked into a sleeping bag by the threshold of my door at night. Pamela sleeps on the couch. I am within eyesight of either one of them in my twin bed. No one could ever claim this studio apartment is spacious.
It’s not so much about who might be coming after me, I suspect, as much as where I might run off to. Bobby called Pamela often. There’d been discussions, of which I’d not been allowed input, that maybe I should be moved. But the logistics and the where couldn’t be agreed. I couldn’t be taken to Sioux Falls. That meant Sam and Dean were there.
Garth had to get on the phone one night and offer, “Geez, Bobby. Law enforcement here is so on edge even the wind changing direction gets the third degree. No way anyone new or somethin’ out of the ordinary gets by them for quite a while. This is probably the safest place for El to be right now.”
That seemed to be good enough for Bobby, finally. Not for me. All I want are answers from Dean about why he thought wiping my memory of him was a great idea. More importantly, all I want to do is help him. Nothing involving a demon is good, I’m living proof. And anything involving a deal with a demon is a thousand times worse.
Pamela went out for food and supplies one morning while “cousin” Garth and I had a late Saturday breakfast. It was the first time we’d been by ourselves.
“You never met Sam and Dean Winchester?” I ask and slurp the sweet sugared milk from my cereal bowl.
“Nope.” Garth helps himself to another serving of the copycat Froot Loops.
I sit up and eye him as he digs in. “So, it was Bobby, then, that had you destroy my phone?”
He gasps, then coughs, mouth full of cereal. A little milk dribbles out of his nose. The features on his cue ball of a head scrunch in towards the center at his discomfort. “What?”
“Come on, Garth. Be honest with me.”
He wipes the mess off his face. “Alright, fine. Yes, Bobby had me do it.” He raises a hand. “And before you ask, I swear I don’t know why. He just told me you needed to be kept out of harm’s way and getting rid of your phone would help with that. So, I did.”
“I know why,” I mumble. “Erase any trace of Dean. It was probably Dean’s idea and Bobby just had you execute it.” I stand, itchy with irritation, and head over to the sink to deposit my cereal bowl. “Doesn’t it piss you off? The way Bobby doles out orders and we’re supposed to follow them without question?”
Garth blows his nose, I’m guessing to clear it of any residual milk. He flares his nostrils and does a little head shake. “Way I see it, Bobby’s survived this long on more than a little luck and a lot of praying. Like it or not, he’s usually right.” Garth looks up at me from his seat. His face wrinkles up into a thoughtful expression. “Bobby did tell me you got pretty close to those Winchesters. The Dean fella, in particular.”
I cross my arms, lean against the tiny bit of counter space that makes up my kitchenette. “I thought so.” I sweep my socked foot along the linoleum floor. My gaze lands on the cat figurine collection across the room on the dresser.
“Thought?”
I zone in on the cat angel. The one Dean got me. The one he picked up when he was here and trying to apologize when I didn’t remember everything. “Being close to someone means having faith in them. That’s how it goes for me anyway.”
“Faith is hard to come by for some people.” Garth shrugs. “You and I are close but it wasn’t always like that. I had to earn it. Look me in the eyes and say you have faith in everything I do with a straight face.” He raises his eyebrows.
I feel my mouth quirk up into a grin. “Fair enough,” I chuckle.
There’s a tell tale knock at the door. It’s the secret knock and I start for the door. But Garth raises a finger and sprints over before me.
Pamela breezes in with a couple bags. “Alright, I think I got everything on the list.” She drops them on the table and pulls out a newspaper for Garth.
“Thanks, Pammy. Gotta catch up on what Marmaduke’s up to.”
She smiles softly at him, then hands me a pile of envelopes. “Grabbed your mail.”
“Thanks, Pammy.” I parrot Garth.
I don’t get the same sweet smile at the use of the nickname. “I’m makin’ rice and beans tonight. Not up for discussion.”
“Hmmm.” Garth rubs his non-existent tummy and wades through the newspaper.
The two of them chatter. I walk to the couch and flop on it, flipping through the mail. Bill. Bill. Junk. But then there’s an envelope with my name and address handwritten on it. The print is haphazard and hurried. It’s postmarked from Sioux Falls from about a week ago. And in the top left corner are two letters.
D.W.
I purse my lips to hold in a gasp. Once I compose myself I announce, “Anyone gotta use the bathroom before I take a shower?”
“Nope,” Pamela states.
“I am A OK,” Garth replies. “Pammy, you like Garfield?”
I pull some clean clothes out of the dresser and dash into the bathroom while they discuss the merits of Odie.
It’s the only place I can get any privacy. I sit on the toilet, my change of clothes a heap in my lap, and Dean’s letter in my hands.
My entire body shivers. I inhale deep and slow to try and calm down, but it’s not helping. A finger inches under the flap and rips open the envelope. I unfold three pieces of paper that were inside. The first one is on stationery from The Aviary Hotel.There’s a crease etched in the middle, top to bottom, and a few left to right; it’s been folded into a smaller square at some point in the past.
The writing is tight and neat. Different from the one on the envelope.
I’m not gonna apologize for how I acted today, El.
What would be the point, anyway? You wouldn’t understand why I had to.
Take my advice and stay as far away from Sam and me as possible.
–Dean
Short and not very sweet. But, I think back to the altercation I had with Dean in the hotel room with the loudest wallpaper I’d ever seen. It was when I didn’t remember, months back. Bobby had been in the hospital. I shake my head, even now, at how obnoxious Dean had been.
The fucker was doing everything in his power to make sure I wasn’t gonna give a shit about him. But why? Why the memory wipe? I tuck the page behind the others.
The next page is on very familiar stationery. I gave it to Bobby as a cheeky little gift one Christmas. He never uses it, but I know where he stashes it - in the right side drawer of the desk in his library.
Dean found that stationery and probably sat at that very desk to write what I’m now reading. The page has crinkles in it, like it was balled up and thrown out.
I let out a chuckle in nervous hiccups at Dean’s scribble right under the fancy font.
A bunch of BS from the desk of B.S.
Ain’t that the truth!!!
El,
Bobby told me you remember everything. His friend Pamela told him that you’ve been asking about me. I don’t know why your memories came back. The deal’s not up yet.
I’m glad you’re gonna get to go home soon. I’m so sorry you got caught in the middle of all of this ,. princess I always just wanted you safe.
As much as I wish things could be different, nothing good comes from being around me. It kills me you had to find out the hard way with the demon riding that guy.
All those times you saved me and didn’t give up on me, it kills me I’ll never be able to repay you proper.
I’m glad you remember me now. Truth is, I didn’t think you ever would again.
It hurt to have to push you away all this time. To not reach out and tell you about the stupid thing I did when I was crazy in my head over losing Sam. He died, El. About a year ago.
I stop reading. Drop the papers in my lap. I recall the very healthy looking Sam I saw months back. And the one who helped rescue me only weeks ago.
I traded my soul to bring him back. But the crossroads demon only gave me a year before my bill came due.
My heart beat increases, pounds in my head. Dean’s words trigger the pain from the assault, a deep ache in my bones. My skin prickles with anger.
Sam died a year ago and Dean’s deal was for a year.
No, Dean. No.
The bitch thought it’d be cute to wipe your memory of every little bit of me as part of the agreement. You gotta believe me, El, that’s not what I wanted. I may have thought it was better you’d never met me. But I never would have traded losing you for Sam. Me, that’s a no-brainer.
I turn the page over and continue to read Dean’s words through my blurry vision. The other pages scatter onto the tile floor.
I want It just twisted the knife, having you look at me like I was a stranger. Having to tear into you hurt so fucking much. But it was all I could do to drive that urge to help out of you. You were a great hunting partner. One of the best. It’s selfish of me and dangerous for you, but I’ve thought about what it would be like having you hunt with Sam and me again. Like a team. And it feels right. I think that life, if the apple pie life was never in the cards for me, that would have been nice.
But my time is almost up, so I’m gonna try to hold on to what might have been, wherever I’m going.
I just want to tell you that I love need you to stay safe, alright. I need you to be okay when all this is over. And, I need you to be there for Sam. And maybe, maybe he can be there for you, when you want to remember me.
Cause I’ll never forget you, Suds.
-Dean
Both hands cover my mouth. I stifle the sobs. It’s not helping and I’m only getting louder. Pamela or Garth will knock on the door soon. I lean to the left and twist the faucet knob. A spurt of water shoots out. A steady stream soon follows.
I wish he’d tried to tell me. That night when he was here. I would have thought he was crazy. But, still, I might have told him to have Sam come up and confirm. I might have called Bobby. I might never have gone to meet Gary.
I could have been with them all this time. Trying anything and everything to help. I grab the page again and look at that word he’s crossed out. Love. He could have written anything after that. He could have just wanted to remind me that he loves pie.
But somehow, I think not.
More tears come.
I flip the lever so water cascades out of the showerhead. I wipe my soggy eyes with the back of my hand and gather up the other dropped pages.
The last page wasn’t written by Dean. The print is large and loopy. Sam.
Dean tossed both these letters out today. The first one he’d been carrying around in his bag for months in an envelope with your name on it. I saw him dump it in Bobby’s office along with the second note. I wanted to give you the chance to read them now, in case there’s time for you to reach out before we track down Lilith. Maybe give him a reason to keep fighting, El. Cause he’s tired of hearing me. He’s trying to hold on but the closer he gets to the clock running out… I can’t lose him, either. Sam.
I leave all the pages atop the sink. My gaze lingers on the phone number Sam wrote at the bottom of the note. It’s gotta be Dean’s. My brain and body go on autopilot. I cry as I shower, towel off, and then dress into my second set of pajamas for the day.
By the time I exit the bathroom, Garth is gone, and Pamela waits for me on the couch. She’s the best big sister I could ask for in that moment, opening her arms for me to collapse into and cry some more. She waits until I’m ready to tell her everything. When I’m done, she tucks my damp hair behind my ears and gives me a nod for courage.
“You do what you got to do, sweetie. I’ll be out in the hall. When you need me, that’s where I’ll be.”
I know he won’t pick up. And, I don’t know what I’m gonna leave on his voicemail. I stand up and walk over to the dresser. I place Sam’s note on top of it, by my cat figurine collection, and punch in the numbers. The ringing begins and I stare at the little cat angel, readying to say anything after Dean’s greeting.
“This is Dean’s other, other cell so you must know what to do.”
“Hi.” My voice eeks out, a whispery rasp. I clear my throat. “Dean. It’s me. El. I-I just wanted to tell you that I’m-I’m pissed. I’m pissed that you didn’t hang around at the hospital and wait for me to wake up. Cause, ah, I-I did think of a tip for you.” The lump in my throat makes my breath hitch. “Don’t quit the life. Not yet. And don’t wait so damn long to kiss me the next time you see me, Winchester. I’ll, I’ll be waiting.”
I circle my finger along the halo of the little kitty.
~~~~
I don’t sleep that night. I wait for his call. When my phone finally rings, it’s a little after two in the morning.
But the name on the screen is Bobby. He hasn’t called me direct since I’ve been out of the hospital.
I answer but don’t say anything. Just wait for the old man’s voice.
“I’m sorry, L. He’s-he’s gone.”
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these hc are so cute ! maybe what halloween costume the Li would wear individually and in a couples costume 💓💓💓
HI YES YES YES I LOVE THIS QUESTION
I'm so excited!! ok, ok, without any further ado:
what the season 2 lis would wear for halloween (individually and in a couple)
bobby.
individually: look me in the eye right now and tell me he wouldn't dress up as spider-man. especially now with the spider-verse movies.
couple: he's a silly guy so I'm thinking he could wear literally anything after a little convincing, but ultimately, I'm saying:
beast boy & raven or robin & starfire (teen titans)
scott pilgrim and ramona flowers (scott pilgrim vs the world)
shark boy and lava girl
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gary.
individually: most likely a star war reference. or something funny. definitely something tight
couple: again, another silly guy who would wear anything you ask him, but here are my picks:
han solo and princess leia (and he absolutely loves it)
bowser and peach, not mario tho because that's too basic
bob and helen parr (the incredibles)
ibrahim.
individually: violet man. ok, let's say violet man isn't a real thing (like, well, it isn't). he's DEFINITELY dressing as another superhero. my guess? either superman or batman.
couple: he's gonna rock the best geek couple costumes ever and he'll show off. together, you guys will either serve cunt or die trying. here are some ideas:
batman and catwoman (the batman)
wanda maximoff and vision (wandavison)
jean gray and scott summers (the x-men)
noah.
individually: he would probably wear something that's more halloween than costume party, if you get what i mean? he prolly loves the holiday 'cause of his siblings and REALLY commits to the bit. fred krueger, jason, chuck, ghost face...
couple: like I said, he commits to the bit and goes all the way but he's sticking to the horror pattern because that's how it should go. some ideas include:
emily and victor (corpse bride)
other mother and other father (coraline)
beetlejuice and lydia (yes, the red wedding dress)
lucas.
individually: something sexy but that he doesn't need to put much effort in, like a vampire or something. i can't see him going all out for halloween, i'm sorry 😭
couple: now, when in a couple, it's a tad different... he's making sure you look good together and when i say good, i mean GOOD. you guys would probably be the hottest couple at any halloween party, here are some ideas:
gomez and morticia addams (let's put that stache to use, shall we?)
mr and mrs smith
tony montana and elvira hancock (scarface)
henrik.
individually: TARZAN. and he loves wearing nothing but a thong the whole night.
couple: I bet on something fun and easy, but also cute! he just wanna have fun with you and party for a bit, so I don't think he would propose something super complex. some ideas:
johnny and mavis (hotel transylvania)
daphne and fred (scooby-doo)
lola and bugs bunny (space jam)
kassam.
individually: I'm thinking classic and boring. doesn't care much when he's on his own. classic halloween stuff.
couple: HEAR ME OUT — iconic moments from pop culture. what do I mean by that? well, I mean:
britney spears and justin timberlake in matching jeans outfits
xtina and eminem (at the ICONIC vmas)
sony and cher (like halsey did!)
carl.
individually: spock! a little on the nose for him but COME ON. he's always dressing up as a star trek character, switching up every year. I can see him wearing something marvel related too.
couple: yeah, some star trek reference for sure but since that's not my breed of nerd (sorry not sorry), I'm saying:
jessie and james (pokemon)
loki and sylvie (loki series)
link and zelda (the legend of zelda)
ahh!! this was so much fun to do!! thanks for asking, anon 💝 I had a blast with your question!!
(!) I don't know enough about the missing LIs to add them to this list. if you'd like to ask for a specific islander that didn't make the list, don't be afraid to drop your request in my inbox.
more headcanons.
#love island the game#litg#litg season 2#litg s2#litg headcanons#litg bobby#litg gary#litg noah#litg ibrahim#litg lucas#litg henrik#litg carl#litg kassam#askask#anon#this was sooo fun#thanks for asking!!!
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Request rules.
I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.
I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.
I also only really write x reader fics.
My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!
- Thanks for the requests though! :)
Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!
People/characters I will write for:
DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:
- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.
- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.
- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).
- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.
- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.
- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.
- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.
- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.
- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.
- The Walking Dead (I've only seen the first season so no spoilers please!!) - Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Lori Grimes, Andrea
HORROR:
- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.
- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.
- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.
- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy
- Renfield - R.M Renfield.
- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.
- The Boy - Brahms.
- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.
- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.
- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.
- The Crow - Eric Draven.
- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.
MARVEL:
- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.
- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.
- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.
DC:
- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.
- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.
- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).
- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.
The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).
ANIME:
- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.
- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.
- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.
- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.
- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.
- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.
- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.
- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.
- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.
MUSIC:
- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.
- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).
- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.
- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.
- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.
- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.
- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).
- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.
SCI-FI:
- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.
- Prey - Naru, Taabe.
- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.
- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.
OTHERS:
- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.
- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.
- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).
- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.
- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.
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I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)
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smut, angst, fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to an extent), blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, supernatural, choking, mommy/daddy kink. (wrap it up !)
WHAT DO YOU NOT WRITE FOR?
rpf, necrophilia, incest, daddy/little play, age play (basically pedophilia), spitting, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, miscarriage, any kind of abuse, child fics, any ocs, i avoid the pet name ‘kitten’ like- it’s just.. no.
WHAT DO YOU USE FOR YOUR HEADERS?
i use canva and sometimes ibispaint x. i get most of my images from pinterest.
WHO DO YOU WRITE FOR?
MARVEL
miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, miles morales, tony stark, peter parker (all variants), doctor strange, wade wilson, eddie brock, kate bishop, mary jane
STRANGER THINGS
eddie munson, steve harrington, henry creel, jim hopper
THE WALKING DEAD
negan smith, rick grimes, daryl dixon, maggie greene, glenn rhee, abraham ford, carl grimes, morgan jones, shane walsh, michonne hawthorne, ezekiel sutton, gabriel stokes, eugene porter, rosita espinosa
RESIDENT EVIL
leon scott kennedy, chris redfield, claire redfield, ashley graham, ada wong, luis sera, albert wesker, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, rebecca chambers, sherry birkin, ethan winters, helena harper, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg
MODERN WARFARE II
simon riley/ghost, john mactavish/soap, john price, kate laswell, phillip graves, kyle garrick/gaz, alejandro vargas, könig, gary sanderson/roach, farah karim, valeria garza, rodolfo parra
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Are there any new villians or characters that you are obsessed with?
Hmm, new villains... /: I've mostly been re watching stuff lately, but I do have a list of villains I don't really talk about but really want to!
Here it is! ^^ Bolded ones are the ones I'm REALLY REALLY into XD
Stuntman Mike, Death Proof
Look at him !! I could get lost in writing about a nasty creep like him. I want him to kiss me but I also wanna smack him; I dunno XD
Agent Eddie Zane, Man of the House
He's Bo-age Brian Van Volt (Literally the same year) and his character is a sneaky scoundrel who pretends to be the protagonists friend so he can get close to his daughter (And he calls her doll)- need I say more?? No, I don't think I do. Damnn.
Steve Abnesti, Spiderhead
Not gonna lie, I wanna write some really dark stuff for Steve.
Eleanor, Do Revenge
David Harris/Unknown, The Stepfather 2009
I love this movie so so much!! It always makes me want peanut butter toast, which is a little weird if you've seen the movie. David, though, oooffffff. He's so AWFUL. And he's got this shit under control, and his energy is so soulless, but ohhh boy, when he finally loses it?? I'm so obsessed. This is honestly one of my favourite movies and his character is played perfectly.
Suzie Marie Toller, wild things
MEAN GENIUS. MEAN GENIUS. MEAN GENIUS-
Rusty Nail, Joyride
LakePlacid3!Reba, Lake Placid
Gary Sitterson, Cabin in the Woods
I don't know, there's just something cute about him XD He's not full villain, but I'm very very intrigued.
Helene, Tony, and Becky Le Domas, Ready or Not
Chef Slowick, The Menu
He's so sad, I just wanna give him a cuddle and encourage him to cook at a soup kitchen. He's the kinda character where you just wanna be his favourite person- the only person not expendable to him (Including himself!!).
Chase McKinney, Now You See Me 2
Detective Wayne Bailey/Kirsch, Scream 6
Warwick, Graveyard Shift
Another one I could write some really dark stuff for... :D :D :D Sorry, haha XDD
Alexis Butler and Val, We Summon the Darkness
They're so crazy. I wanna be friends (Or more) with them so badly XD I just love any crazy women in horror movies- we need more crazy women in horror movies. I just love watching them to be gross and terrible, theirs something cathartic about it.
Pearl, X + Pearl
Pelle, Midsommar
Norman Bates, Psycho
Brenda Bates, Urban Legend
Another crazy lady. Rebecca Gayheart just did so amazing as Brenda, and she's so much fun, and just... yeah. I love funny Slashers.
Mulgarath, Spiderwick
Have you heard his voice? Its Nick Nolte.
... Count Olaf... Series of Unfortunate Events
Look, leave me be. He's just so GROSS. I love gross, irredeemable villains that you know the writers really just went 'I am going to make this character so unlikeable'. Truly top tier.
Capricorn, Cockerell and Flatnose, Inkheart
I always thought Cockerell especially was pretty XD Kinda Otis B Driftwood-Style.
Dag, Barnyard
I MEAN?? Ugh. I'm sorry. I know he's a coyote. But he's such a bastard and I love it. He's been a favourite of mine since I was a kid!
Lady Van Tassel and the Hessian, Sleepy Hollow
I know one person especially will be happy to see the Hessian on here- XD
Velma Von Tussle, Hairspray
She's so mean... Agh. Haha XD I wanna write that Wilbur scene in the joke shop with reader in his place XD
The Colonal, Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron
Verosika Mayday, Crimson and Paimon, Helluva Boss
Nathanial Demerest, Wishmaster
The Trapper, Dead By Daylight
T.G. McCabe, S.W.A.T 2003
Little greedy coward that he is... I so wanna write for him XD
Please, anyone, if you're interested in any of these guys please tell me about it!
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SpongeBob SquarePants Shipping Chart (FEEL FREE TO USE)
MAJOR UPDATE (10/14/2023): Added More Characters from the Musical
For the record, I've decided to create my own official blank shipping chart of one of my Fandoms for the very first time (since there isn't much SB Shipping Charts all over online so I created my own).
I've created Two Versions in case for Half of the Fandom's POV on the Two King Neptune characters (rather if you believe they are the same Character or Not).
Here are the Two Links for Full Versions in case to use for the Better Quality.
In case if you are confused of what each of the Ship Terms for what each of the Color represents...
❤️ = OTP (A Ship that You Love so Much and it is your own Main Favorite One out of all of the Other Ships)
🧡 = Platonic (A Ship that you prefer to be more than just Personal Friends rather than a Couple)
💖 = Crack (A Kind of Ship that is meant to be either Bizarre or Funny as in a Joke)
🩷= Love (A Ship that you also Adore but not that much of a Main Favorite)
💛= Like (A Ship that you do Enjoy but rather in a More "Causal" way to say the least)
💚= Neutral (A Ship that you have Mixed Feelings or Indifferent with)
🩵= Ok (A Ship that you're completely Fine with, but don't have any strong feelings towards it)
💜= Meh (A Ship that you just don't completely care nor pay any attention to)
💙= Dislike (A Ship that you just don't agree with or just not a personal fan of, if you don't have any too much Hate of it)
💙= Hate (A Ship that you just CAN'T STAND no matter how much that you despise)
🖤= Crash and Burn (A NOTOP that you Hate so much and is your own Main DEPISE One out of all the Other Ships)
Bonus Option:
💗= Ship with OC (A Character that you personally prefer to ship with Any of Your Own Persona/Mutuals' OC)
💚= Ship in Crossover (An X-Over Ship that you prefer to ship with Any Canon Character in the Franchise with a Different Character from Another Media)
🟤= Stay Single (A Character that you don't have enough ships and would just leave the Character to be Single without being shipped with anyone)
Characters in the Chart:
(Main Show)
SpongeBob SquarePants
Patrick Star
Gary The Snail
Sheldon J. Plankton
Squidward Tentacles
Sandy Cheeks
Mr. Krabs
Pearl Krabs
Karen
Mrs. Puff
Mermaid Man
Barnacle Boy
Larry The Lobster
The Flying Dutchman
Man Ray
Dirty Bubble
King Neptune
Queen Amphitrite
Prince Triton
Squidabeth
Barry Blobfish
Nosferatu
Slappy Laszlo
Slippy
Squidina Star
Chip Plankton
Tony
Squilliam Fancyson
Squilvia
Patchy The Pirate
Spot
Snellie
Kenny The Cat
Perch Perkins
Bubble Bass
Old Man Jenkins
Kevin C. Cucumber
Flats The Flounder
Lady Upturn
Stanley SquarePants
Sam Star
Flapjack SquarePants
Bubble Buddy
Rube Goldfish
Gale Doppler
Plankrab
Charlton Hawkfish
Boat Salesman Shark
Hieronymus Glove
Karen 2.0.
Nurse Bazooka
Lord Poltergeist
DoodleBob
Don Grouper
Sticky Fins Whiting
Dorsal Dan
Dylan
Fred
Tom
Archie
Harry
Francis
John
Nancy Suzy Fish
Nazz Mimi
Tina Fran
Henry Bart
Franco
Sheila
Vera Fishbowl
Medley Fishbowl
Evelyn
Mevis
Buddy
Perry
Horace
Sheldon
Halbert
Jennifer Millie
Charlie
Frank The Goldfish
Jimmy Gus
Phil
Molly
Clay
Don The Whale
Harold (Red Fish)
Gus
Martin/Wobbles
Scooter
Lou
Harold "Bill" Reginald
Nat
Shubie
Dave
Sadie
Abigail Marge
Patty Rechid
Norma Rechid
Nathiel
Martha Smith
Thaddeus
Billy Lime
Harv
Frank (Lifeguard Guy)
Lloyd-Rich
Cara
Paco
Sylvester
Mabel
Old Man Walker
Lonnie
Mary
Sandals
Dennis
Miss Shell
Norma Edna
Debbie
Frank
Pilar
Frankie Billy
Dale
Lenny
Mable-Monica
Purple Doctorfish
Norton
Richard
(Movies)
-1st Movie, "The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie"
Princess Mindy
Dennis
- 2nd Movie, "Sponge Out of Water"
Burger Beard
-3rd Movie, "Sponge On The Run"
King Poseidon
Queen Salacia (For those who don't know, in Roman Legends, Salacia was the Goddess of the Sea as well as the Actual Wife of Neptune (her Counterpart was Amphitrite, a Greek Goddess who was Poseidon's Wife). However, considering that the Franchise has secretly done an Alternate "Wife Swap" idea between the Consorts of the Greek/Roman Sea Gods, Salacia did appear in a Cameo of the Third Movie, regarding if it could be truly her or not. There was also a Semi-Design of Her through Concept Arts behind the Third Movie that I did found through ArtStation by 3D Developer (Michael Defeo). For those who are curious to know about the concept design behind King Poseidon's Wife in SB, here's the link that you can click on.)
Sage
Otto
Chancellor
Tiffany Haddock
(Spin-Offs)
-Kamp Koral
Narlene Narwhal
Nobby Narwhal
Kidferatu
Preda Tory
Roxy
Jimmy Blobfish
-The Patrick Star Show
Ouchie
(Musical)
Mrs. Mayor
Merlina Mermaid
Entity Punkfish
Goldfish
Fred Blutang
Bubbles
Bitsey
The Eletric Skates
(Other Media)
- Games
Prawn ("Battle for Bikini Bottom")
Madame Kassandra ("The Cosmic Shake")
- Books
Princess Neptuna ("SpongeBob and the Princess")
Feel free to use if you like to use any version you want, either if you'd want to credit me or link my own charts in the descriptions/texts.
#indie text#spongebob squarepants#shipping chart#ship chart#ship chart blank#shipping meme#shipping meme blank#the patrick star show#kamp koral#sponge on the run#sponge out of water#the spongebob squarepants movie#the cosmic shake#spongebob squarepants musical
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For nearly two decades, Beale Air Force Base, CA hosted two of the United States’ most high-tech reconnaissance aircraft of the Cold War. The California Highway Patrol officers pose for a photo with the SR-71 at Beale AFB. (Courtesy California Highway Patrol)
The SR-71 Blackbird
As the United States neared the second decade of the Cold War with the Soviet Union, the first supersonic SR-71s left the hangers of Lockheed’s Skunk Works facilities in Burbank, California.
Capable of Mach 3 flight at an altitude of more than 80,000 feet, or 15 miles above the surface of the Earth, the Blackbird was designed to pass over the Iron Curtain and defeat any Soviet air defenses on the other side. On Jan. 7, 1966, Beale Air Force Base was thrust into the future of aviation when it became the nation’s first and only state-side base for the Blackbird, with the 4200th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing.
According to the United States Air Force, 86 pilots and 86 RSO’s were trained to fly the Blackbird.
In an interview with the USAF, retired Lt. Col. Tony Bevacqua said that even though there were so few pilots to fly the mission they rarely got much seat time in the state-of-the-art aircraft.
“Throughout the seven years I was in the SR-71 program I only accumulated 738 flight hours, but that was more than a lot of people,” Bevacqua told the USAF. “You’d be lucky if you got two flights a month on the SR-71, maybe three or four when you’re doing the real stuff out in Kadena.”
According to the National Museum of the Air Force, the first operational SR-71 had 2,981 flying hours over 942 total missions, which is more than any other SR-71.
During its nearly 23-year career in the United States Air Force, no SR-71s were shot down, deeming the project an absolute success by the United States military.
One of the most significant missions the SR-71 was involved in was collecting images of the Son Tay prison camp in Vietnam, where more than 500 American prisoners of war were rescued in a raid by American forces.( this was the sound of freedom sonic boom flight over Hanoi May 2, 1972. My dad, Butch Sheffield who is the RSO’s in the lead plane. He also wrote the mission.) ~Linda Sheffield
The U2
Beale received their first U-2 in 1976, although the Dragon Lady was a predecessor to the Blackbird, having entered service with the USAF in 1956.
The addition of the U-2 would also see the creation of the 9th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing, which would replace the 4200th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing. To this day, Beale is the home base for the U-2S and operates all 27 single-seater variants of the aircraft and the four dual-seat trainer aircraft.
The U-2 was also developed by Lockheed’s Skunk Works division and was tasked with reconnaissance missions at an altitude of above 70,000 feet.
The U-2 did have a much slower top speed of about 430 miles per hour, which was proven to be one of its greatest weaknesses when Francis Gary Powers was shot down over the Soviet Union by a surface-to-air missile. In a 2015 report, the USAF said that since 1994 the U-2 airframe has received $1.7 billion in modernization upgrades that could allow it to live out its expected service life until 2050. By Matthew Nobert.
Post by Linda Sheffield
Thank you Shannon Fisher
@Habubrats71 via X
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23 Republican Senators & 124 Congressmen signed an amicus brief to the Supreme Court asking for a 50 state ban on mifepristone, a drug safer than tylenol that is standard treatment for abortion & miscarriages, "due to safety concerns".
The brief DARES to argue that banning the life saving drug would save women from 'reproductive control'. (x)
These 147 people would rather have women die of sepsis than let women control their own bodies. If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.
United States Senate
Lead Senator: Cindy Hyde-Smith (MS)
John Barrasso (WY)
Mike Braun (IN)
Katie Britt (AL)
Ted Budd (NC)
Bill Cassidy (LA)
Kevin Cramer (ND)
Mike Crapo (ID)
Ted Cruz (TX)
Steve Daines (MT)
Josh Hawley (MO)
John Hoeven (ND)
James Lankford (OK)
Mike Lee (UT)
Cynthia Lummis (WY)
Roger Marshall (KS)
Markwayne Mullin (OK)
James Risch (ID)
Marco Rubio (FL)
Rich Scott (FL)
John Thune (SD)
Tommy Tuberville (AL)
Roger Wicker (MS)
United States House of Representatives
Lead Representative: August Pfluger (TX–11)
Robert Aderholt (AL–04)
Mark Alford (MO–04)
Rick Allen (GA–12)
Jodey Arrington (TX–19)
Brian Babin (TX–36)
Troy Balderson (OH–12)
Jim Banks (IN–03)
Aaron Bean (FL–04)
Cliff Bentz (OR–02)
Jack Bergman (MI–01)
Andy Biggs (AZ–05)
Gus Bilirakis (FL–12)
Dan Bishop (NC–08)
Lauren Boebert (CO–03)
Mike Bost (IL–12)
Josh Brecheen (OK–02)
Ken Buck (CO–04)
Tim Burchett (TN–02)
Michael Burgess, M.D. (TX–26)
Eric Burlison (MO–07)
Kat Cammack (FL–03)
Mike Carey (OH–15)
Jerry Carl (AL–01)
Earl L. “Buddy” Carter (GA–01)
John Carter (TX–31)
Ben Cline (VA–06)
Michael Cloud (TX–27)
Andrew Clyde (GA–09)
Mike Collins (GA–10)
Elijah Crane (AZ–02)
Eric A. “Rick” Crawford (AR–01)
John Curtis (UT–03)
Warren Davidson (OH–08)
Monica De La Cruz (TX–15)
Jeff Duncan (SC–03)
Jake Ellzey (TX–06)
Ron Estes (KS–04)
Mike Ezell (MS–04)
Pat Fallon (TX–04)
Randy Feenstra (IA–04)
Brad Finstad (MN–01)
Michelle Fischbach (MN–07)
Scott Fitzgerald (WI–05)
Mike Flood (NE–01)
Virginia Foxx (NC–05)
Scott Franklin (FL–18)
Russell Fry (SC–07)
Russ Fulcher (ID–01)
Tony Gonzales (TX–23)
Bob Good (VA–05)
Paul Gosar (AZ–09)
Garret Graves (LA–06)
Mark Green (TN–07)
Marjorie Taylor Greene (GA–14)
H. Morgan Griffith (VA–09)
Glenn Grothman (WI–06)
Michael Guest (MS–03)
Harriet Hageman (WY)
Andy Harris, M.D. (MD–01)
Diana Harshbarger (TN–01)
Kevin Hern (OK–01)
Clay Higgins (LA–03)
Ashley Hinson (IA–02)
Erin Houchin (IN–02)
Richard Hudson (NC–09)
Bill Huizenga (MI–04)
Bill Johnson (OH–06)
Mike Johnson (LA–04)
Jim Jordan (OH–04)
Mike Kelly (PA–16)
Trent Kelly (MS–01)
Doug LaMalfa (CA–01)
Doug Lamborn (CO–05)
Nicholas Langworthy (NY–23)
Jake LaTurner (KS–02)
Debbie Lesko (AZ–08)
Barry Loudermilk (GA–11)
Blaine Luetkemeyer (MO–03)
Tracey Mann (KS–01)
Lisa McClain (MI–09)
Dr. Rich McCormick (GA–06)
Patrick McHenry (NC–10)
Carol Miller (WV–01)
Mary Miller (IL–15)
Max Miller (OH–07)
Cory Mills (FL–07)
John Moolenar (MI–02)
Alex X. Mooney (WV–02)
Barry Moore (AL–02)
Blake Moore (UT–01)
Gregory F. Murphy, M.D. (NC–03)
Troy Nehls (TX–22)
Ralph Norman (SC–05)
Andy Ogles (TN–05)
Gary Palmer (AL–06)
Bill Posey (FL–08)
Guy Reschenthaler (PA–14)
Mike Rogers (AL–03)
John Rose (TN–06)
Matthew Rosendale, Sr. (MT–02)
David Rouzer (NC–07)
Steve Scalise (LA–01)
Keith Self (TX–03)
Pete Sessions (TX–17)
Adrian Smith (NE–03)
Christopher H. Smith (NJ–04)
Lloyd Smucker (PA–11)
Pete Stauber (MN–08)
Elise Stefanik (NY–21)
Dale Strong (AL–05)
Claudia Tenney (NY–24)
Glenn Thompson (PA–15)
William Timmons, IV (SC–04)
Beth Van Duyne (TX–24)
Tim Walberg (MI–05)
Michael Waltz (FL–05)
Randy Weber, Sr. (TX–14)
Daniel Webster (FL–11)
Brad R. Wenstrup, D.P.M. (OH–02)
Bruce Westerman (AR–04)
Roger Williams (TX–25)
Joe Wilson (SC–02)
Rudy Yakym (IN–02)
If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.
Help to patients who have to cross state lines to get medical care by donating to your local abortion fund here. (x)
#scotus#abortionpill#state of the uterus#abortion rights are human rights#us politics#miscarriage#vote blue#nnaf#yellowhammer
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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎
𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴! 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭
𝘼𝙜𝙚: 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜~
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚
𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮: 𝙣𝙤𝙣-𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙚
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙮
𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨: 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 . 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 . 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 . 𝙏𝙑 . 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 . 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣 . 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬 .
𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨: 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 . 𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝙁𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 . 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙨 . 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 . 𝙍𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙨. 𝙎𝙪𝙣.
𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 (🏹,⚡,👽,⏰). 9-1-1 (🚔) . 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯(📧) . 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 (😈)
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Shipper Tag Game
Thank you @godotismissingx for the tag! ❤️❤️❤️
Sorry that it took so much time 😅
Okay let's go!
1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?
There were some k-pop ships I used to ship but as time went by I just stopped. Maybe because I’m not as much into k-pop as I used to be.
I also don’t ship any of Hetalia’s characters anymore.
2. Which ship would you consider your first one?
Stella and Brandon from Winx Club or Kevin and Gewn from Ben 10: Alien Force. That was even before I was aware of what shipping was.
While I was aware, I think it was Shizaya? Durarara was one of the first animes I watched. And Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya's love-hate relationship was so good for a 12-year-old me.
Or it could be SasuNaru…
3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?
Written it was Merciless.
But read? That was so long time ago...
I remember I found some Ben 10 stories on the Internet and I read a lot of them as a kid.
But when I read and I was aware I was reading fanfics it was most likely SasuNaru or Darry. It was most likely still on Wattpad or fanfiction.net. On or those self-publishing blogs. Those were popular back then.
4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?
Probably SasuNaru. Or another ship that was popular at the beginning of the 2010s.
5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?
I try not to. I mostly believe that fiction is fiction and when I don't like something I just don't read it.
I like to read people's points of view though.
6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?
Not really. I used to hate UkFrance from Hetalia but now I just don't care. And I never really shipped Destiel. But I'm not sure I would call them a no-otp.
7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?
A new chapter of Merciless fic that I'm always waiting for was published. It's called Hidsight by duty_free. AND IT'S AWESOME, GO READ IT. It's a wonderful continuation to The Merciless that can actually fix those two morons (I have hope, it's still ongoing)
Before it, my friend @frayed-at-the-seams published her fic about Junho and Hoyeol from D.P. It's called Dogs and Cats. It's an interesting supernatural spin on the original story and it allows Junho and Hoyeol to be cute ❤️
8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?
Of course. My absolute favorite obsession is Han Jaeho x Jo Hyunsoo from The Merciless
But there is more:
Roronora Zoro x Sanji (Zosan) from One Piece
Sakata Gintoki x Hijikata Toshirou (GinHiji) from Gintama
Shizuo Heiwajima x Orihara Izaya (Shizaya) from Durarara!!
Oga Tatsumi x Furuichi Takayuki (OgaFuru) from Beelzebub
Lee Dongsik x Han Juwon from Beyond Evil
Kang Yohan x Kim Gaon (GaHan) from Devil Judge
An Junho x Han Hoyeol from D.P.
Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun (MiyuSawa) from Ace of Diamond
James T. Kirk x Spock from Star Trek
Merlin x Arthur Pendragon from BBC Merlin
James Bond x Q (00Q) from James Bond movies
Harry Hart x Gary "Eggsy" Unwin from Kingsman movies
Tony Stark aka Iron Man x Steve Rogers aka Captain America from Marvel Comics (comics only.)
Peter Parker aka Spiderman and Wade Wilson aka Deadpool from the Marvel Comics
Loid Forger x Yor Forger from SPY X FAMILY
Hino Eiji x Akhn (EiAn) from Kamen Rider OOO
Shijima Go x Chase from Kamen Rider Drive
Kiryu Sento x Banjo Ryuga from Kamen Rider Build
and many many more
Also as an exception to my k-pop rule, I still ship ChanBaek from EXO.
9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?
Robin and Barney from How I Met Your Mother. I get that it was planned from the beginning for Ted to end up with Robin but did they have to make Robin and Barney so good???
Also, Merthur, like they had a whole story about them? All 5 seasons?
And Sterek.
10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?
Zeke x Levi from Shingeki no Kyojin. I used to not be much into it but there is an amazing reincarnation comic AU on twitter (here) with them and I have to say that they have a potential.
11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be canceled over?
Not sure... There were some ships that I wasn't aware of age. I don't mind ships with big age differences but I like for both parties to be over 18.
So maybe as an example Levi x Eren? Eren was 15 and now looking back I'm not sure if I would ship it.
12. What was your favorite crack ship?
Tried to think of something but my head is empty. I don't believe I don't have any crack ships!
13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?
Shizaya, GinHiji or ChanBaek. They have big fandoms so I could just move from one fic to another.
Also YoonMin. I used to ship them a lot but now not really but I read a lot of fics with them.
14. What most of your ships usually have in common?
They usually banter or tease each other. Those love-hate relationships are my favorites. And more of them lately have an age difference.
15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?
Lack of chemistry? I hate too much drama but also don't like where everything is fine. And cheating.
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