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That Story, or Ten Reasons Why Priestly Doesn't Like Chicago


1. The Little Old Lady | 2. The Weather | 3. The Computer Genius | 4. The Bars | 5. The Crazed Psycho | 6. The Women | 7. The Tripper | 8. The Lost Boy | 9. The Skateboard | 10. The Little Old Lady (Again) | 11. Epilogue



“How do you know Jake?”

Andy frowned and shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t until about two hours ago. I met him at the gas station, and he said I could park my van here for a couple of days.”

“Andy is on a road trip.” Delia supplied, taking a sip out of her bright red cup filled with Southern Comfort.

A road trip? The kid looked like he was all of fourteen. “Uh, no offense, but shouldn’t you be in school?” Boaz asked, and thanked Delia as she handed him a drink. He sniffed it, Johnny Walker.

“Probably,” Andy said and took a swig of his own beverage, a can of Budweiser. “Hey, are you the Lit major?”

Boaz was pretty sure he misheard Andy just then, and while he was trying to figure out what the kid actually said Delia answered,

“No, that’s Tom. He’s over there.” And then she proceeded to point him out.

“Cool,” Andy said, and then slapped Boaz on the shoulder. “It was nice to meet you, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a philosop...
Posted: 11 Aug 13 18:54 • More • Comments
Here are two snippets from the upcoming stories I had planned:

 

Stages of Grief #2 – Dean in Atlantis:

 

When Dean entered General Landry's office, he was a little surprised to see Jack O'Neill sitting behind Hank's desk. Even though it had once belonged to him, Dean couldn't recall an occasion in which he'd actually seen the man working. You know, proper general stuff. And it seemed a little suspicious that he would start now that he'd retired from said position.

 

"Winchester, glad you could make it." He was wearing a shirt, jeans and that leather jacket all the air force men seemed to have. Dean suspected they were given out when they enlisted, along with a pair of aviation sunglasses. The casual dress code made Dean unsure whether or not he should be calling him General.

 

Adopting his usual fail-safe with such circumstances, Dean avoided it altogether.

 

"As opposed to...?"

 

Jack paused. "Well, I imagine this conversation wouldn't be as interesting if I was having it with myself."

 

"Should I be worried?"

 

"Nah," Jack waved a hand. "Sit down, Dean."

 

"Okay."

 

When they were both seated, Jack drummed his fingers along the desk. When he caught Dean looking at him he stopped, clasping his hands together. Unfortunately it only served to have Jack tapping his hands on the desk like a child playing nutcracker with the furniture.

 

"You want me to come back?" Dean offered.

 

"No, no, I just... thought we should talk." Now his palms were lying flat on the desk, almost daring to start drumming up a beat. Dean couldn't believe it. Jack really was just a big kid.

 

"Anything in particular, or are we just shooting the breeze?"

 

Jack's mouth blew up with air before he let it out like a balloon. "I ...
Posted: 21 Apr 11 21:01 • More • Comments
Stages of Grief #3 – AlternaDean runs into Actual Dean:

“It’s good to see you again, Sammy.”

 

Sam tore his eyes from his screen for the briefest of seconds to acknowledge his brother. “Just set it down on the bed, I’ll grab it in a minute.”

 

In his inattention he missed the smile fade from Dean’s face. “Sam?”

 

“Yeah Dean?”

 

The smile was gone now. “I guess that means you’re not surprised to see me.”

 

The comment drew Sam’s focus away from his laptop. True, it was his brother that stood before him, but there was something different, something missing. It took him a moment to realise what it was: sadness. Dean no longer had the tortured look that had clouded his eyes since his return from Hell. He was weary, but it was the kind associated with a soldier that had seen and done too much. The old Dean.

 

Wait a minute, soldier... Sam regarded him anew and cursed his obliviety. He was dressed in military uniform, all the way to his shoes. And while it was black this time instead of green, and the patches on his arms were different, there was still an unmistakeable resemblance to the last time Sam had seen him. “Dean.”

 

Not knowing him well enough to understand Sam’s thought process, Dean’s brow furrowed slightly. “Yeah. Don’t tell me you’d forgotten about me already,” He joked.

 

Kind of hard to when you’re out getting dinner. Sam snuck a glance at the door. “What are you doing here?”

 

Dean raised an eyebrow an ignored the question in favour of his own. “Hey Dean, how are you? It’s been a while – Really Sam? Now that you mention it...”

 

Sam waved him off. “Okay, I’m sorry. It’s just... well, you know.”

 

“Yeah.” He did. He hadn’t really expected to run in...
Posted: 21 Apr 11 21:01 • More • Comments
Posted: 21 Apr 11 20:54 • More • Comments
The Road So Far:
Stage I - Denial and/or Isolation (aka Avoiding the Problem by Escaping to Another Reality)
Stage I/A - Leaving the Second Reality for a Third
Stage I/B - Realising You Can't Run Far Enough
Stage II - Anger (aka Shooting the First Thing in Sight)
Stage II/A - When You Can't Hold It In Any Longer
Stage II/B - Taking a Breath
Stage III - Bargaining (aka Tit for Tat)
Stage III/A - Assessing Your Position
Stage III/B - Bringing a New Player to the Table
Stage III/C - Bluffing
Stage IV - Depression (aka Being Left Alone With Your Thoughts)
Stage IV/A - Crash
Stage IV/B - Rock Bottom
Stage IV/C - A Swirl of Confusion
Stage V - Acceptance (aka It Is What It Is)
Stage V/A - Reacting/Resolve
 Stage V/B - The Last Goodbye

“You know, you could stay if you wanted.”

“So could you.”

“No thanks. I can’t even figure out why you do it.”

“Someone’s got ...
Posted: 10 Apr 11 03:23 • More • Comments
The Road So Far:
Stage I - Denial and/or Isolation (aka Avoiding the Problem by Escaping to Another Reality)
Stage I/A - Leaving the Second Reality for a Third
Stage I/B - Realising You Can't Run Far Enough
Stage II - Anger (aka Shooting the First Thing in Sight)
Stage II/A - When You Can't Hold It In Any Longer
Stage II/B - Taking a Breath
Stage III - Bargaining (aka Tit for Tat)
Stage III/A - Assessing Your Position
Stage III/B - Bringing a New Player to the Table
Stage III/C - Bluffing
Stage IV - Depression (aka Being Left Alone With Your Thoughts)
Stage IV/A - Crash
Stage IV/B - Rock Bottom
Stage IV/C - A Swirl of Confusion
Stage V - Acceptance (aka It Is What It Is)
Stage V/A - Reacting/Resolve
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Sam was at his side before his head hit the floor, one hand pressed to his stomach. Carter was next to him in an instant with a bandage and Jack was ordering Daniel to get the mirror working. Teal’c had subdued the shapeshifter against a wall, and was res...
Posted: 10 Apr 11 03:20 • More • Comments
The Road So Far:
Stage I - Denial and/or Isolation (aka Avoiding the Problem by Escaping to Another Reality)
Stage I/A - Leaving the Second Reality for a Third
Stage I/B - Realising You Can't Run Far Enough
Stage II - Anger (aka Shooting the First Thing in Sight)
Stage II/A - When You Can't Hold It In Any Longer
Stage II/B - Taking a Breath
Stage III - Bargaining (aka Tit for Tat)
Stage III/A - Assessing Your Position
Stage III/B - Bringing a New Player to the Table
Stage III/C - Bluffing
Stage IV - Depression (aka Being Left Alone With Your Thoughts)
Stage IV/A - Crash
Stage IV/B - Rock Bottom
Stage IV/C - A Swirl of Confusion
Stage V - Acceptance
(a.k.a. It Is What It Is)
 
Bobby was giving the emergency dispatcher the location of the warehouse when he noticed Dean straighten. It was so abrupt that he ignored the voice on the other end and called out, “Dean?”

 

“He’s... He’s dead.”

 

Dean rose to his feet, rubbing his hands over his eyes. Bobby hung up the phone and w...
Posted: 8 Apr 11 20:55 • More • Comments
[Previously on Stages of Grief]

.-.-.

 

When Jack, Sam and Teal’c arrived at the warehouse it was Bobby who was lying unmoving on the ground. They piled out of the car, Jack and Teal’c checking the perimeter while Sam approached Dean, who was trying to rouse Bobby.

 

Dean pulled a gun on Sam before he realised who it was. Slowly he clicked the safety back on and turned back to Bobby. “He’s alive. Out cold though.”

 

“Let’s get him to the car.” Sam reached for Bobby’s feet as Dean picked up his shoulders. “What happened to your shirt?”

 

Dean seemed surprised at the question, and had to look down to confirm that his shirt wasn’t actually there. He looked around for it, and Sam eventually spotted it in a puddle of blood and the oh-so tantalising mixture of a shifter’s skin.

 

He arrived at the logical conclusion. “Let me guess, it was me?”

 

Dean nodded. “And dying. Bobby saw through it though.” Before Sam could ask, Dean went on to say, “It’s back to me again, and it’s headed for the SGC.”

 

“What’s headed for the SGC?” Jack appeared at the other side of the car, pocketing his gun and flashlight.

 

“Demon.” Sam replied. “In the body of a shapeshifter.”

 

“I’m guessing that’s bad?”

 

Dean lowered Bobby’s head into the back seat of his car. “It’s like a double no-no.”

 

“Wouldn’t that be no-no-no-no?”

 

“No.” Dean replied. “Anyway, you better call it in, the sucker got my phone.”

 

“Was it in your shirt pocket?” Jack flipped open his phone. “Carter? It’s me.”

 

The voice on the other end seemed hesitant. “Sir...”

 

“...
Posted: 8 Apr 11 20:53 • More • Comments
The Road So Far:
Stage I - Denial and/or Isolation (aka Avoiding the Problem by Escaping to Another Reality)
Stage I/A - Leaving the Second Reality for a Third
Stage I/B - Realising You Can't Run Far Enough
Stage II - Anger (aka Shooting the First Thing in Sight)
Stage II/A - When You Can't Hold It In Any Longer
Stage II/B - Taking a Breath
Stage III - Bargaining (aka Tit for Tat)
Stage III/A - Assessing Your Position
Stage III/B - Bringing a New Player to the Table
Stage III/C - Bluffing
Stage IV - Depression (aka Being Left Alone With Your Thoughts)
Stage IV/A - Crash
Stage IV/B - Rock Bottom
Stage IV/C - A Swirl of Confusion

“So we’re going to wave a crystal around and hope that it magically points us to Sam?” Dean seemed hesitant. “Is this before or after we put Yani on and bless Mother Earth?”

 

 “Unfortunately the demons who took Sam didn’t leave behind a forwarding address, so this is the best we got.”

 

Dean raised his hands in surrender as Bobby rolled a map of America onto the bonnet of the Impala.

 

Jack rais...
Posted: 6 Apr 11 15:04 • More • Comments
That Story, or Ten Reasons Why Priestly Doesn't Like Chicago


1. The Little Old Lady | 2. The Weather | 3. The Computer Genius | 4. The Bars | 5. The Crazed Psycho | 6. The Women | 7. The Tripper | 8. The Lost Boy | 9. The Skateboard | 10. The Little Old Lady (Again) | 11. Epilogue



The next couple of days were – thank God! – uneventful. He worked, he slept and he was even talked into returning to the bar again, after Buzzer assured him that the owner had banned the three unruly army men that had left a wonderful, black-and-blue impression on the right side of his face. Or perhaps it was his mentally unstable saviour named Jack (or possibly John) that gave him that parting gift. Either way, Phil was clearly unimpressed the next time he saw him, reminding Boaz of his low tolerance for violent shenanigans. While Jake and Buzzer were ready to defend him, it was Delia who beat them to it, and in her bored, unimpressed manner informed Phil that Boaz just happened to be the unluckiest person alive – a sentiment he mentally agreed with.

Phil grumbled away the problem, and everyone settled into a friendly working routine. Things started looking up as the weekend approached and it was this calming lull that had Boaz thinking a trip to the mall wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

He rolled ou...
Posted: 23 Dec 10 19:00 • More • Comments
That Story, or Ten Reasons Why Priestly Doesn't Like Chicago


1. The Little Old Lady | 2. The Weather | 3. The Computer Genius | 4. The Bars | 5. The Crazed Psycho | 6. The Women | 7. The Tripper | 8. The Lost Boy | 9. The Skateboard | 10. The Little Old Lady (Again) | 11. Epilogue



He pulled up outside his home and slung his duffel over his shoulder.

When his mother answered the door she appraised his tattoo and hair in one glance and sighed.

"Oh, I got my nose pierced," He said, as though it were the only interesting piece of news he had to offer.

"Boaz..."

He stepped inside and closed the door, dropping his bag on the floor. She'd already disappeared by the time he turned around.

When he stepped into the kitchen she seemed to have regained her voice, though it was more half-sentences and frustrated sighs.

"This wasn't... I... Urgh!" Delera rubbed a hand across her face. "Please tell me you at least took that job Jasper organised?"

"Yeah."

"And he hired you looking like that?"

"I didn't always look like this. It used to be a red mohawk."

Delera was not amused. "You were supposed to grow up, Boaz. You were supposed to learn some responsibility."

...
Posted: 23 Dec 10 18:49 • More • Comments
That Story, or Ten Reasons Why Priestly Doesn't Like Chicago


1. The Little Old Lady | 2. The Weather | 3. The Computer Genius | 4. The Bars | 5. The Crazed Psycho | 6. The Women | 7. The Tripper | 8. The Lost Boy | 9. The Skateboard | 10. The Little Old Lady (Again) | 11. Epilogue



When his shift at the warehouse ended, Boaz stopped by Phil's office for his last paycheck. He was told that he was a good worker, and if he ever wanted to come back he could, all of it with eyes on his lime green dreadlocks.

As he left the office he sought out Delia, who was cashing out in the front. "Wanna grab a drink?"

She placed the last of the money and cheques into a bank deposit bag and zipped it closed. "Can't. Didn't Jake tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

" 'ey Priestly, Delia." Jake appeared from out the back. "We're all goin' over te Ash's. 'ee left town s'mornin an' said if'n there's anyfin in there we fancy, we can 'ave at it."

Boaz' eyebrows shot up. "Ash left?"

"Yeah, Didn' say why, either." Jake shrugged it off, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Oh well, let's see if'n we can grab us somefin shiny, eh?"

He slapped Boaz on the back and headed for the door. Boaz waited for Delia to drop the bag over to Phil before following Jake outside to where Buzzer and Tom ...
Posted: 23 Dec 10 18:42 • More • Comments
[<<previous]

A new name and face didn't do much to Tom and Boaz' delivery pattern... Except that now Boaz was always the one knocking on the door (just for look on the other person's face), alternating between being overly cheerful and deadly serious (sometimes to the same person).

 

They finished unloading a lounge set (“No over there, there... actually, it did look better where it was before... I don’t know, what do you think?”) and had one last run to make before the day's end. It was a rustic-styled settee, to be delivered to the house of the little old lady that wasn't home the first time they tried to drop it off.

 

When the front door opened he realised that it may not have been such a bad thing she wasn't home before because, yes, it was that same bird from the bus station. Boaz remembered her. Oh yes, he did. The world could come crashing down in a ball of fire and Boaz was sure that lady would be swatting minions of Hell away with her handbag and a stern glare.

 

Time for fun...

 

Boaz watched through the window as the woman crossed the room and made her way to the door. A spark of idea came to him, and he leaned back to Tom, whispered a rushed, “You don’t know me,” and shoved him into the bushes out of sight before the old lady managed to cinch the door open as far as the chain would allow.

 

“Who is it?”

 

"Benson's Furniture, ma'am. Here to deliver a settee."

 

Her eyes narrowed at his voice, and then flicked from his face, to his hair and back. Apparently she remembered him, but didn't recognise him with his new appearance. Dubious, she spoke. "Where's the settee?"

 

Boaz stepped to the side so she could see it on the porch in all its glory. After a few seconds inspection she shut the door, removed the...
Posted: 23 Dec 10 18:41 • More • Comments
That Story, or Ten Reasons Why Priestly Doesn't Like Chicago


1. The Little Old Lady | 2. The Weather | 3. The Computer Genius | 4. The Bars | 5. The Crazed Psycho | 6. The Women | 7. The Tripper | 8. The Lost Boy | 9. The Skateboard | 10. The Little Old Lady (Again) | 11. Epilogue



Boaz decided he liked his new hairstyle. A lot. Rather than being shorn, the sides were dyed black and combed up to the red mohawk in the centre. Pierre had suggested that he put a little black around his eyes, to offset the glaring conspicuousness that having recently dyed hair gave. Also, he said it just seemed to fit with his new look. Boaz didn't care, truth be told. He wasn't paying extra, and if he didn't like it, he could just wash it off. In the end he decided he did, and when he'd left the shop he'd been filled with a newfound devil-may-care attitude, spurred on by the fact that he managed to bump into Tina as she left the bank. She'd dropped her handbag and its contents spilled out onto the street. Against the voice in his head, Boaz bent down to help her pick up her belongings.

"Thanks," she muttered, grasping her lipstick. "I totally didn't see where I was going.... which is a bit of a surprise, considering."

She was staring at the flaming red mohawk atop his head as though she was trying to figure o...
Posted: 23 Dec 10 18:32 • More • Comments
That Story, or Ten Reasons Why Priestly Doesn't Like Chicago


1. The Little Old Lady | 2. The Weather | 3. The Computer Genius | 4. The Bars | 5. The Crazed Psycho | 6. The Women | 7. The Tripper | 8. The Lost Boy | 9. The Skateboard | 10. The Little Old Lady (Again) | 11. Epilogue



"Dude," Boaz started before he'd even shut the door, "I just got attacked by a friggin' six year old, I shit you not!"

Though, in his excitement he forgot to check and see whether Ash was actually present to hear his outburst, which he wasn't. Boaz just assumed that since the door was unlocked the man would be lounging in his usual bean-bag chair.

Standing in the middle of the tiny apartment, he quickly ruled out the kitchenette and then contemplated the only two other doors in the room. "Yo, Ash?" He called, and waited for the response.

A muffled sound came from the left, which was either "Come in" or "Coming," he couldn't tell. A few seconds later a toilet flushed and Ash appeared buckling up his jeans. "You got beaten up by a six year-old?"

"No, I was attacked by a six year-old." He corrected, and didn't fail to miss the doubting glance Ash tossed his way.

"Ahuh. And how did that work out?"

He almost killed me. "Fine. Look, I just came by to give you the rest of the ...
Posted: 23 Dec 10 18:29 • More • Comments
That Story, or Ten Reasons Why Priestly Doesn't Like Chicago


1. The Little Old Lady | 2. The Weather | 3. The Computer Genius | 4. The Bars | 5. The Crazed Psycho | 6. The Women | 7. The Tripper | 8. The Lost Boy | 9. The Skateboard | 10. The Little Old Lady (Again) | 11. Epilogue



The next couple of months passed without much incidence. Aside from the crazy itching in the first couple of weeks, Boaz nearly forgot he even had the tattoo. It was only when he looked in the mirror that he was reminded of the fact. He stayed away from shopping malls where Grace and Tina (and all women) seemed to frequent. After his impromptu tattoo, he hadn't been back to Jake's (and consequently, visit Andy), though the teen had apparently said that his van was always open. (He'd have to take Jake's word on that, he still didn't remember. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if he never did.) His time had been spent working and hanging out with his friends afterhours.

He'd finally managed to pull together the two thousand that he owed Ash, and was happy to finally cross that off his list. The last thing he wanted was some super hacker turning him into a wanted criminal because he didn't square his debt.

He left the apartment and crossed the street to his skateboard much like any other day. On his way past the al...
Posted: 23 Dec 10 18:24 • More • Comments
That Story, or Ten Reasons Why Priestly Doesn't Like Chicago


1. The Little Old Lady | 2. The Weather | 3. The Computer Genius | 4. The Bars | 5. The Crazed Psycho | 6. The Women | 7. The Tripper | 8. The Lost Boy | 9. The Skateboard | 10. The Little Old Lady (Again) | 11. Epilogue



When he was outside, he found himself doubled over trying to breathe. In between huffs he managed a "Thanks, man." that was overrun by his saviour, who was pacing in half-steps and ranting... at him, apparently.

"Damnit Dean, what the hell were you thinking? You should know better!"

Okay, so maybe his rescuer wasn't as 'all-together' as he thought. Probably a good time to flee.

"Look, thanks for the save back there, but I'm gonna head...” back inside was probably not the best thing to say, considering the man seemed quite intent on getting him out of there. “...home now."

"You're damn right you're going home. And you're gonna stay there. No bars, no hunting - nothing.”

Boaz was beyond lost at this point. What. The hell. Was going on? And who the hell was this guy?

Seeing Boaz’ stunned expression, the man seemed to soften up. “I know you’re upset about Sam, but this kind of reckless behaviour isn’t going to solve anything.”

“Yeah... Yeah...
Posted: 6 Dec 10 04:42 • More • Comments
The Road So Far:
Stage I - Denial and/or Isolation (aka Avoiding the Problem by Escaping to Another Reality)
Stage I/A - Leaving the Second Reality for a Third
Stage I/B - Realising You Can't Run Far Enough
Stage II - Anger (aka Shooting the First Thing in Sight)
Stage II/A - When You Can't Hold It In Any Longer
Stage II/B - Taking a Breath
Stage III - Bargaining (aka Tit for Tat)
Stage III/A - Assessing Your Position
Stage III/B - Bringing a New Player to the Table
Stage III/C - Bluffing
Stage IV - Depression (aka Being Left Alone With Your Thoughts)
Stage IV/A - Crash

Stage IV/B - Rock Bottom

A wise person once said that, “I am my thoughts. If they exist in her, Buffy contains everything that is me and she becomes me. I cease to exist.” Now, while the shapeshifter that was currently calling itself Dean did remember being a nine-year old girl who saw that particular episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the underlying meaning of the sentiment was forgotten in favour of the four flavours of ice cream that were served up for dessert at that particular slumber party, and the way a bubbly brunette named Janet had screamed when her supposed best f...
Posted: 2 Jun 10 07:17 • More • Comments
[previously on Stages of Grief]

“Now there’s our money shot!” Meg returned to the warehouse sometime later with that ever-present smile.

 

Sam was oblivious to it. The colour had long drained from his face, and he was barely managing to blink and breathe. His catatonic state had started a good hour before the shifter had returned some time ago.

 

Said shifter was currently leaning against the far wall, staring at Sam with an unreadable expression. At Meg’s entrance, he came to stand next to her in front of Sam.

 

Meg cocked a head at her victim. “Bring him back to Earth.”

 

The shifter crouched down in front of Sam and gave his shoulder a gentle shove. Then gave his face a slap. Then a punch. The shifter then glanced at Meg who offered no instruction. He sighed and looked back at Sam.

 

“Hey, Sam.”

 

Sam’s head slowly tilted up. “Dean?” His blurry eyes took in the shifter and then Meg. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure it out. When he did, he resumed staring off into nothing. It was like he didn’t care.

 

Meg did though, and she snaked a hand out to clutch his chin. “Not so fast, Sammy.”

 

“What do you want?” The words were dull, rote. Sam wasn’t really here, but Meg didn’t seem to mind.

 

“What do I want? That’s a good question.” She thought it over. “I suppose I want you dead. You’re already broken, so I can’t really see a use for you anymore. Buuuut, I want you to ask for it.” She amended, a spark in her eyes. “I want you to beg for it. What do you say, Sam? Had enough yet?”

 

A steady breathing was her only reply.

 

“That’s okay I got time.” She stroked his cheek before leaving this time.

 

The shifte...
Posted: 3 Feb 10 06:07 • More • Comments
The Road So Far:
Stage I - Denial and/or Isolation (aka Avoiding the Problem by Escaping to Another Reality)
Stage I/A - Leaving the Second Reality for a Third
Stage I/B - Realising You Can't Run Far Enough
Stage II - Anger (aka Shooting the First Thing in Sight)
Stage II/A - When You Can't Hold It In Any Longer
Stage II/B - Taking a Breath
Stage III - Bargaining (aka Tit for Tat)
Stage III/A - Assessing Your Position
Stage III/B - Bringing a New Player to the Table
Stage III/C - Bluffing
Stage IV - Depression (aka Being Left Alone With Your Thoughts)


Stage IV/A - Crash



The timing was too perfect to be a coincidence, so when Bobby heard his phone ring he scanned the area, straightened his shoulders and fixed his gruffest, ‘I’m not taking any of your shit’ voice into the mouthpiece. “Yeah?”

 

...Then thanked every deity that may/may not exist that no one was around to see he’d answered the wrong phone.

 

Growling, he flipped his shut and fumbled through his pocket to locate John’s old cell. He placed it to his ear with no small amount of frustration. “What?”

 

“Hello, uh, Bobby, is it?...”

 

“Dean?”...
Posted: 3 Feb 10 06:06 • More • Comments
*inconspicuously slips this in and hopes no one notices how long it took to get posted*


[ Part 1 ]




Tish found him in the end. Parked in the middle of suburbia of all places. Well, as close to suburbia as Santa Cruz could get. The rusted red truck was a bit of a giveaway.

 

She approached the passenger side door and tentatively hopped in. Jen and Piper had filled her in on what had been happening prior to her arrival, but she didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Which meant that he had the first move.

 

They sat in silence for a while, Priestly was watching a man outside washing his shiny new Prius, and resolutely not glancing over at the passenger seat.

 

A while later, after the man had hosed it down, shammied it and gone inside, Priestly turned to the steering wheel. “I’m never gonna fit in here, Tish. I’m not that guy. I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

 

Turns out she was right, after all. “I never wanted you to be.”

 

“Look, don’t bullshit me, okay? I just-“

 

“I’m not.” She cut him off. “Look, I... I know sometimes I say sometimes say things that are petty, and I seem really shallow, but I’m not. Not really.” She tilted his chin to face her. “I do like you Priestly. You’re the first person that in a long while who I might even feel something more for. Just give me some time, and I’ll prove it, I swear.”

 

Priestly was still caught up on that middle part, the ‘something more’ part. It distracted his train of thought long enough that Tish had the time to devise a way to make good on her word.

 

“Start the car.”

 

“What?”

 

“Start the car.”

 

He kicked the engine over. “Where are we going?”

 
...
Posted: 26 Jan 10 07:08 • More • Comments
Illustration
 [ Prologue | Over the Rainbow | Lost and Found|Through the Looking Glass |Twenty Years Too Late |Out of One's Element ]Out of One's Element

The first thing Sam did after he read the letter was read it again, just to make sure he hadn’t imagined it in his inebriated state. And again. After the fifth time through, he pulled the first person he could find over and made them read it to him. Slightly confused, they obliged and Sam stopped them a paragraph in; finally accepted that it was real.

 

The next thing he did was try and track down that dog that had led him here. He wandered around for… he didn’t know how long he had wandered, but the sky was considerably darker than what it had been when he started, which meant that it was about to get considerably lighter very soon. He eventually gave up when he managed to stumble across the bar he had been in before, and went back in hopes of talking to the people who had been feeding the dog. They were gone, and so was the person who had sat down in his booth.

 

He slumped down into the seat, exhausted. His eyes barely had time to drift closed w...
Posted: 14 Jan 10 03:01 • More • Comments
I don't know where this came from, I just woke up this morning and there it was.

Stuck in the Middle with You
When Dean came to he was in a warehouse, tied to a chair.

This wasn't entirely unexpected - weeks of chasing down a demonic mercenery group called the Hounds had put them on the bad side of not only its memebers, but those that would hire them. He and Sam had managed to kill most of them - by the reports there were only two or three left - but their leader, their Bossman, had managed to elude them. Hell, they didn't even know his name. The closest they had gotten was in Alabama; they'd interrupted a cult's suicide plan and killed the Hound that tried to weasel them into it. On their way out the door a low, resonating laugh echoed through the now-vacant townhouse, shaking the foundation with it's power. He was their guy, they knew it.

But all they could find was a series of names over the years like The Bossman, The Alpha... nothing specific like Fred or Jeremy, which would be useful in a summoning spell or anything else. The best they could do was interrogate the Hounds when they caught them, but that never helped. A little voice in the back of Dean's head suggested that he knew a way to get answers out of them, but the more civilised - and fearful - part of him declared that times were not that desperate. Yet.

Which is why he was currently tied to a chair, waiting for whichever Hound had caught him to make itself known. He was bait, and one of those demonic bastards had finally decided to bite.

He surveyed the empty warehouse for a good five minutes, and then tried to scratch his nose for the next five. When he finally gave up on that, he resorted to humming Journey and tapping his foot. If Sam asked later he would tell him that it was Deep Purple or Metallica, of course.

Halfway into the second chorus, one of the shadows in the corner moved. Demon. Hound, had to ...
Posted: 16 Nov 09 14:49 • More • Comments
<< Part I

Five minutes into their journey back to the Impala Dean snickers.

“What?”

“Nothing, just...” he smirks as he glances at his brother. “It’s a bit fitting don’t you think?”

Sam knows Dean’s setting him up for something; something he’s not going to like if the smirk is any indication. He sighs. “What?”

“The sasquatch is named Sam.”

“A-ha,” Sam replies. He speeds up his pace, hoping to outrun the first of what’s sure to be many jokes on the subject.

“Oh, like you can jus-huah!”

Sam stops in his tracks and retraces his steps to find his brother sprawled on the ground. He waits until Dean looks up at him before he raises an eyebrow.

“Shuddup.” Dean drawls, brushing stray leaves and twigs off his person. When he’s done he starts looking around for something.

“Lose something?”

“Yeah, the thing that friggin’ tripped me.”

Sam really wants to make a crack about Dean’s lack of co-ordination, or his paranoid tendencies. He doesn’t though, unless the comments spark a petty insult war which he’s feeling a little too relaxed and preoccupied (mentally) to get into at the moment. So instead he just stands there with his hands in his pockets as Dean kicks up bark and disturbs the ground in search of... whatever he’s looking for.

He eventually finds it a few minutes later, and Sam will be honest, he wasn’t expecting it to be a tennis ball.

Dean rubs it against his jeans to clean the dirt off before showing it to Sam. “Think it’s the kid’s?”

“I can’t think of anyone else that would want a ball.” Sam replies.

Dean eyes it for a second before shrugging. “His loss.”

They resume walking, with Dean tossing the ball up in the air every few seconds.

When they final...
Posted: 16 Nov 09 01:30 • More • Comments
Well, I hope. Here's some random to try and get me back in the writing mood. I don't know why it's in present tense; I think it's just a sort of reflection of the "live in the now" personality of the two characters...

Oh well, enjoy the crack!
Golden Retrievers and Boy Scouts


It was a hoax. They knew it was a hoax; hell - everyone knew it was a hoax. In fact, it was more or less a joke hunters would tell each other; something laughed about after a few beers and never once taken seriously.



But when the reports start to increase in frequency and one of them is from a well-respected judge who insists 100%-without-a-doubt that was what he saw (and is supported by his family who happened to be camping with him that weekend), Dean listens as Sam tries and convince him that maybe - just maybe - there might be some truth to the Bigfoot story.



Which is why they were currently approaching the Judge's house in some small town in Oregon whose name was Faith or Harmony or something along those lines. Dean stopped paying attention to all the places they went to after the job in Bacon, Indiana. He was sure that nothing else could even come close - so why bother?



Sam stops him just outside the door and turns to him with that serious face he has when he's trying to be a grown up. "Dean..."



"Sam..." Dean matches him tone for tone.



Sam rolls his eyes. "Just remember we're professionals."



Dean spreads his arms wide in indignation. "Dude, I know the drill."



Sam casts him a doubtful look and continues. "So, no laughing."



"I wasn't gonna laugh."



Ahuh. Sure. Sam's totally not buying it. "So when the judge tells you that he was groped by bigfoot-"



Dean snickers at that. It was unintentional, but Sam believes he's made his point. After wai...
Posted: 16 Nov 09 01:27 • More • Comments
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