#Beer Hunting Stormtrooper

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Ashes

part 01/?? “i’ll always be here”

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Summary: What does it mean to be lost? To lose yourself to the one thing you trained most of your life to defeat? To succumb to the darkness? To lose those you loved the most? Anakin Skywalker was, and always will be the Chosen one. But he fell, and the galaxy and the Force felt it all at once. Everyone around him felt it - Anakin Skywalker was lost. The Jedi Order is purged. The Republic has fallen, and the Empire rises from its ashes. The Force is unbalanced, but only he can bring back the peace - only he can defeat the Emperor. But with Anakin Skywalker lost, and his connection to the Force severed, hope seems to be lost. But the Force works in mysterious ways. There's one person out there who can save him; bring Anakin Skywalker back. And the time is coming. The balance in the Force needs to be fixed. Anakin Skywalker must be found so the Emperor's tyrannous and evil reign can be stopped. Hope is out there, in hiding, but it's there. Darth Vader (Anakin) just doesn't know it yet.

word count 4.3k

an: this literally PAINED me to write. like i literally cried. anyways... enjoy

The Empire stood for many things. None of those things included peace, freedom, justice, and security. Crime was rampant on every world, every dark alley you dared to walk down you ran the risk of being jumped, and the fear that spread through people when they saw the white of the Stormtroopers armour would make the bravest of hearts cower out of sight. The thought would make anyone who saw the days before these weep in remembrance.

Before the fall of the Republic. Before the Jedi were purged. Before the Chancellor became the Emperor. Before Anakin Skywalker was lost to the dark side. Before the rise of Lord Vader.

The name instilled fear into the hearts of many. Common people didn’t know what Darth Vader looked like, they just heard the whispers amongst them. He wasn’t a man, but a machine dressed in black. Tall and intimidating. You could hear his breathing before you saw him, but even then it was too late. He was unstoppable. He was deadly. And he didn’t care who he struck down.

That’s what the galaxy turned into. It had been three years since the fall of the Republic, since the Jedi were killed off, and each day the future grew more bleak than the one before. Every corner you turned there were Stormtroopers enforcing some kind of unheard law. Even here, in the blandest of places, they were here too.

Tatooine didn’t change through the years. The hot desert planet with two suns would never change. It truly was a desolate world. How it still stood would always make one wonder. After the rise of the Empire, the Hutts Cartel seemed to only grow in number. The drought that was taking seed in Tatooine was lucrative for the Hutts, as they had just implemented a water tax. The fact the Empire let it happen was laughable, but what really surprised you anymore?

That surprise and guilt never filled your mind anymore. The last three years have taken a toll on your heart and morals. Having to re-settle into life on Tatooine took a bit of time, but establishing yourself had to happen quickly. With bounty hunting becoming more popular, you had the idea of capitalizing off of it. It was a good cover anyway, and you could keep an eye on things from afar. Building your gang was what took the most time, since you had easily beaten respect into anyone who challenged you. Fairly, of course.

You often frequented this disgusting cantina and sat in the farthest booth in the back with your feet kicked onto the table. Arms crossed, you just listened to your members talk and fight amongst themselves. They had become almost your second family after you lost. . You stopped the thought from entering your mind, instead taking a sip at the beer that was in your fingers. It had been a rather slow week for the bounty hunting clan, but you narrowed your sight on a man who entered the cantina.

“Ras,” you called out to one of your followers, gaining the attention of the male Twi’lek. You nodded your head at the lost soul who was searching for you, and Ras’ eyes darted over in realization, before tossing you a knowing grin. He stood from the booth and walked over to the man, throwing his hands behind the man's shoulders. You didn’t know what he said to him, but when he faced the human your way and began to lead him over, the noticeable lack of color made you guess a couple of possibilities.

Ras sat the man down in a single chair that was opposite the rounded booth. Ras grinned and walked behind the booth so he stood directly behind you, and stepped back into the darkness. He was for the theatrics today it seemed, and you kept your eye on the bottle in your hand.

“I was told you have a puck for me,” you started, finally looking over to the man across from you. You saw him look you over before raising a brow.

“You’re Trace?” He asked. You chuckled a bit, finally lowering your legs and turning to the table fully, leaning your arms on the table to stare him down.

“Do you have a puck for me, or not.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. You didn’t lift your stare until the man reached into his jacket and threw a puck down onto the table. Even then you held your look on him for a couple more seconds until you grabbed the puck in your palm. As soon as you did Ras was grabbing the man by his jacket and pulling him back to the exit. You sat back against the rough cushions and turned the puck on to show the groups next target.

Well, it was easy enough. You could give it to Chorda, she was busting your ass for work just a few days ago. She was even eyeing you now, and you rolled your eyes and tossed it her way. The Rhodian caught it and let out a small noise in anticipation.

The cantina door opened and in walked a hooded figure. The sudden burst of sunlight made your eyes land on the person who walked in. The more you watched them, and the fact they didn’t remove their cover made you slide your hand down your side to the holster tucked on your leg and flick it open. Something about their presence made your skin itch, and they moved closer and closer. Ras sat in the chair the human had just evicted and saw your stare and followed your eyes to the hood covered being and stood up tall, gaining the attention of the other bounty hunters. Four more of your crew stood up in defense which started to gain the attention of other cantina dwellers. Ras stuck his hand out to the hooded being to stop them.

“Is there something we can help you with hoss?” Ras asked. You could see the hooded figures head tip up, but Ras’s body blocked them from your view. You could at the very least make out their hand lift in a way you also couldn’t see too clearly, but you saw Ras falter a bit. You carefully stood from your seat and kept your hand placed on your blaster. Ras took a step backwards, and your crew parted down the middle. The mysterious figure reached up and peeled back their hood, and you were faced with someone you hadn’t seen since you left Coruscant all those moons ago.

Obi-Wan Kenobi stood just feet from you, not looking like he aged a day from that time. His hair was grown out and his beard still looked the same, but you could see the change in his eyes. He didn’t greet you with his familiar smile, and you didn’t either. You had to do your best in concealing the shock you felt. It was something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

A few moments passed until you nodded to Ras. Your crew backed off from the two of you and went to the other cantina occupants. One by one they grabbed and threw people towards the door, and you stood there to stare at your old companion. One by one the cantina emptied until it was just you and him.

You locked your holster and sat back into the booth you so often sat in. Obi-Wan Kenobi sat across from you and still, neither of you said a word to one another. He was gauging you just like you were doing to him.

“It looks like you’ve set yourself up well,” he spoke. That familiar drawl almost made you smile. Almost. You shrugged your shoulders.

“Good money. Gives them work,” you offered.

“Is that how it works? They do the deed and you get paid?”

“Oh don’t patronize me,” you threw back. “They do the work? They make the money from it. I have the pleasure of dealing with the Guild by myself, and they aren’t nice people.”

Obi-wan studied you, before he spoke next. “I heard stories about this infamous hunter, Trace they called her,” he paused as you reached for your almost finished beer and let out a chuckle before you took a sip. “Had one of the biggest clans on Tatooine, favored by the Hutts-”

“Well,” you cut him off before placing the bottle aggressively on the table. “Guilty as charged. . Let’s cut the shit, what are you doing here O-”

“Ben,” he cut you off this time. You couldn’t help the grin on your face after that.

“Sorry, Ben. What do you want.”

He frowned at you and sighed. “What happened to you? You used to be so-”

“So what,” you pressed, feeling your jaw tighten. “Hopeful? Charismatic? Lovely to be around?” You scoffed and shook your head as a sad smile formed on your lips. But Obi-Wan-- Ben nodded at you.

“At least yourself,” he said quietly. Your smile fell and you felt a lump form in your throat.

“Yeah, well,” you whispered, averting your eyes from his gaze to look at your hands. “That part of me died three years ago. . With him.”

Ben looked at you with sad eyes, noticing the tears that began to form in yours. You squeezed your eyes shut when you felt it and reopened them to give him that same stoney look. Ben shook his head and sighed.

“I was hoping that you would be interested in helping me with something,” he said carefully. You laughed a bit, of course he didn’t come here to check in on you. He wanted something. That’s all the Jedi wanted from you. The only reason they kept you around.

“And here I was thinking I was getting a visit from an old friend,” you smiled at him in a light scoff. “What are you proposing. I may have someone I can lend-”

“No,” he cut you off. “Only you.”

It caught your attention, and you leaned forward to rest your arms on the table. “What are you proposing, Ben.”

“I need help looking over Luke,” he said. You raised a brow at him, not knowing the name.

“Who?”

Ben let out a deep sigh, still not answering you. You narrowed your brows in concentration until it finally dawned on you. You look softened, and you leaned backwards until your back hit the hard cushions.

“She had the baby,” you whispered. He shook his head.

“She had twins,” he told you. You gaped a bit at him as you tried to search for words, but nothing came out, so he continued with. “But only the boy is hidden here.”

“There’s a girl,” you said matter of factly to yourself, and he nodded again. “Where is he-”

“With his family,” Ben confirmed. Right. His family. There was a moisture farm a bit of ways away. You didn’t avert your gaze from his soft blue eyes, almost afraid that he was tricking you. You had never thought that the Senator had the baby, you heard of her death and just assumed. Your heart grew heavy. For the first time in years it grew heavy. But you shook your head.

“No,” you suddenly said, standing abruptly from the booth. Ben watched in shock but was quick on his feet as you were headed for the door. He grabbed onto your arm and spun you back to face him.

“Let go of me-” you started and he cut you off.

“You need to snap out of it, (Y/N),” he said, grabbing hold of your shoulders.

“Don’t call me-”

“What?” He cut you off once more, raising his voice at you. “Don’t call you by your name?”

You shoved his arms off, glaring him down as he planted his feet into the ground. He had never stared at you in such anger, but you matched it just as easily. He shook his head.

“You act like you’re the only one who lost someone that day,” he started, and then pointed to himself. “All my friends are gone. . and I lost my brother. I loved him just as much as you did.”

“I know,” you spat out at him. “I know what you lost. I know what the galaxy lost. I had to feel it all, I had to. . I had to see it all.”

His glare softened and he glanced down at your fist that was tightened at your side. “I saw every Jedi fall that day. I felt all of their cries, every shot that split through their bodies,” you paused as tears threatened to fall down your face. “I felt their light leave me. And then I felt,” you had to stop at the name, not being able to bring yourself to say it when a tear slid down your cheek. “I felt him get pulled from me. It was like he was torn right from my side.”

Ben watched as you began to shake, and the tears just continued to fall, and he took a step closer to you as you just talked. “I had to watch him kill all of those younglings, and I. . I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop him,” you shook your head as the man in front of you carefully grabbed your arms. “The pure anger he felt. The hatred he held for you, I felt it all. I saw it all. I saw the fight, and I had to watch as his body melted before me. I had to hear his screams when they put him into that suit,” a sob left your lips. “I couldn’t help him.”

He pulled you into his arms as the tears poured down your face. Your arms went around his neck as he held you and you cried. You could feel his hands on your back and the way they rubbed you slowly. Ben shed a couple of tears on his own, though you would never see it, and just held you against his body until you calmed down.

This was the woman he remembered. The one who cared about something and doing the right thing. Strong, but still confident enough to share these moments with people. Often that was with. . Him, but he saw it a few times. It never made you weak, no never. It was often something he admired, even if it was against the Jedi way, your ability to express your emotions was something he always looked at as one of your qualities. Because he could never have admitted that. Maybe not even now.

Your cries had quieted and he slowly peeled his head from atop yours. Your eyes were glued onto something to his side so he carefully released you. No your eyes weren’t glued to something, they looked like they were dull again. You glanced at him and shook your head.

“I don’t know if you actually want my help, Ben. I’m not as helpful as I once was.”

He raised a brow. “I doubt that, but. . What is it you mean?”

You sighed, taking a seat on one of the barstools nearby, and lacing your fingers together on your lap. “Before I fled here I cut myself off from the Force.”

He blinked at you until you looked his way again, and offered him a small smile. No wonder tracking you down was so hard, and no wonder he didn’t feel any sort of connection just now. He settled himself onto the barstool and laced his hands together as well.

“Did they tell you to do it?”

You nodded, knowing who he was talking about. “If I didn’t he would’ve found me,” you glanced at him. “Sidious would’ve found me first. They said that it was for my safety, but when the time was right they’d be back. I haven’t had any visions since then.”

Ben nodded beside you, and sighed deeply which made you raise a brow at him. “Well. I guess it’s a good thing.”

“Good thing?” You asked. And then he smiled at you.

“Well it’s not like we can just go around using lightsabers anymore, and I’ve heard your quite an aim with that,” he motioned to the blaster that hung on your leg. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips.

“What exactly are you needing help with?” You asked.

“I’ve taken residence a fair ways from here, and the Raiders are getting more and more antsy with my presence. I’m afraid our peace is coming to an end if I don’t meet with their Chieftain.”

“You want to meet with the Chieftain?” You exclaimed, only earning a nod from him. You rolled your eyes and mumbled. “You’re turning out to be quite that surprise, Ben.”

“Is that a yes?” He asked, looking over your face for any kind of answer. It wasn’t until the corner of your lips lifted in a smile did he smile wide.

“I’m in.”

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Heavy steps filled the corridor. Each boot met the shiny floor and those around cowered. Power was the one thing Lord Vader feasted on. Fear was just something he admired. The aversion of people’s eyes, the way they held their breaths as he towered before them, it made his presence that more powerful. As he marched his way down the corridors of his Star Destroyer to his chambers, Vader was met with the inkling of a familiar sensation. He didn’t stop to ponder this feeling until the door to his chambers slid shut. With the grip of his hand he looked through his mechanical helmet at the environment around him.

Vader could not seem to forget the time before he killed Anakin Skywalker. He often imagined the faces of the pesky Jedi he once served with, and cursed them from his mind. But there were a few images he never pushed away. For some inexplicable reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. But Vader squashed his rememberings, and moved towards his meditation pod.

This is where Vader often tried to retune himself with the Force. He could climb inside and have his helmet removed so he could breathe the filtered air on his own. And that is what he did now. He sat himself on the throne-like seat and the pod closed him inside, and something lowered from above to remove his helmet. The sizzle it released was a comforting sound, and Vader blinked at the sights before him. Before his very own eyes.

He cursed his old Master for doing this to him, for putting him in this state. He often struggled to reconnect with the Force after long periods of time, and he also couldn’t function like he used to on his own. One day he would make his old Master pay for what he’s done to him. He will make him suffer like he has for the last three years.

Vader closed his eyes to calm his thoughts. He reached out before him for that connection he so desperately sought, and his mind wandered onto the abyss of darkness.

Vader’s eyes opened once more, but he wasn’t in his pod. Now he was laid in a bed, and he could feel the cool silk sheets under his back. His flesh back. His flesh hand and mechanical one too. This was before the Purge, a memory. He couldn’t help his heart swell as he realized where he was.

Something moved against him, a quiet murmur filled his ear, and a head came up near his. He fought the urge to look their way, but his desperation won this battle. On his chest a hand rested and on top of that was a chin. His eyes took in the sight of the body who laid with him, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread over his lips.

“Have you been up long,” the voice nearly whispered. Vader nodded, running that unfamiliar flesh hand up the unforgettable skin of another.

“A long time,” he murmured. His voice was different. It was filled with. . Something. He hadn’t heard it this way in so long. But then again, he hadn’t seen you in just as long.

You were still beautiful. The way your eyes shined when they looked at him, the way your smile made his heart ache, the little way you bit your lip in anticipation. He longed to see this again. But then he frowned, and your face scrunched up, and the hand that rested on his chest went to hold his cheek. It shocked him how soft your hand still was against him.

“What is it, Ani?” You whispered. His eye twitched at the name. He hadn’t heard it in so long. But he didn’t detest it when he heard it from your lips.

“I miss you,” he quietly admitted. A small smile fell upon your lips, and you pulled yourself up more so you hovered over him. Oh to see once again how you crawled on top of him, legs wrapping around him in such a familiar and intimate way, and fully cupping his face in your hands, it made something swell up in his chest, and burn behind his throat. It was all wrong. But Vader he. . He didn’t care right now. It had been too long since he saw you.

You brushed some hair from his forehead, he could feel the familiar strands under your fingers and he nuzzled his face into your hand, his metal one coming above yours. His eyes closed and he let this moment settle in his mind. Just one more memory of you, he could at least allow himself to have that. Your giggle made his eyes reopen and you were looking down at him in curiosity.

“Ani,” you said again, but this time he didn’t flinch. “You’re so touch starved.”

Vader couldn’t help but nod. “I am,” his raspy voice admitted.

Your smile fell a bit and your eyes softened. You lowered yourself and caught his lips with yours. It felt so real, you felt so warm above him, and you rubbed his cheek with your thumb before separating from his lips.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered to him, and before he knew it you had leaned down to place a kiss against his forehead. You locked your eyes with him again. “I’ll always be here.”

That’s when his hands crumbled into a fist. It was a lie. You weren’t here with him. You were gone. He couldn’t save you. As anger filled his body your face fell before him, and that pained look was the last thing he saw before you disappeared again. He growled and his eyes shot open with the tension re-entered his body. Vader was back in the present, the real world, and swore he wouldn’t let another empty memory like that cloud his mind again.

You were dead. There was no coming back to him. There was nothing for him to hold on to. He let you go years ago, and that’s how it would stay. As his helmet was put back onto him his hand formed back into a fist, and he could hear the metal of something on the other side of the pod clench with his power.

There was an eerie feeling that passed over your skin, and you paused on your journey back to your hideout. Night had finally fallen on the desolate planet, and you had said your goodbyes to Ben ours before. But as you made your way back to your hideout, something made you pause. The sand you kicked up left a mark on your boots, but you glanced around for an answer. Whatever it was made that sting form behind your eyes, and you rolled your neck a bit as you started your walk again. As you made your way around the corner of one of the alleys, you stopped in your tracks at the sight before you.

You had never seen ones before, though you did hear the stories. But what were a pair of Inquisitors doing so far in the Outer Rim? And here of all places? You slithered back around the corner and pressed your back to the wall. Whatever their business was here, you wanted no part in it. The last thing you needed was to be recognized by anyone. You felt around for the comm link Ben had given you and stared at the familiar piece of tech. With a roll of your eyes, you started back towards the direction of the cantina. All you’d need was a speeder.

“Ben, are you there?” You asked into the piece of metal. You continued past the cantina towards the furthest point of Mos Eisley, until that familiar green blip blinked at you.

“I’m here,” his voice rang out. “Is everything alright?”

“I don’t know,” you paused when a couple Stormtroopers passed you, but you offered them a flirty smile and they kept on their way. This would be easy enough, you climbed onto a basic speeder and started to hotwire it, as you spoke lowly again. “There’s Inquisitors here. Figured my best bet would be to avoid them.”

“You would be correct on that,” his voice rang, though it paused when the speeder roared to life, and you hesitated when he didn’t say anything. “I’ll send you my coordinates.”

He cut out but you received his message either way. You gripped the throttle, but something made you pause. You sat back in the seat and reached for something in your pocket, desperate to feel it in this instance. You pulled the all too familiar japor ivory pendant from your pocket and turned it over in your hand. The last thought you had before you sped away from Mos Eisley was that constant voice in the back of your head. A question you couldn’t shake.

When exactly was it going to be the right time?

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Me and this stormtrooper, we roamed these chromed tunnels, lit with blue-white light that never seemed to strain your eyes. On the first day, we realized quickly that there's no water. After we broke open a panel, again, we found condensation dripping. We each took turns collecting the pure water in our hands and drinking it. It always had an aftertaste of burnt steak, but it was so small you could only notice after minutes.

But then came the roars in our bellies.

"What would you want right now, Ferdinand?"

"Three Austrian pastries and a mug of beer. What about you?"

"Fresh caught fish from the Balearic coast, seasoned by my grandmother."

We laughed as the hunger drew on, pressing on all our nerves. But, in a far off tunnel, so far I couldn't even make sense of it, we saw it.

It looked like a gray and orange marbled lizard, but there were feathers on it. It looked lean but plump, like game before winter. I held back Ferdinand as we were about to round a corner, and pulled out my pistol. I wasn't going to pass it up. I waited silently, diligently, as it knelt its warped paws down, sniffing, coming right for us. When it came within twenty paces, one bullet was all it took. We were on top of it, learning how to skin it together, before it set in that we didn't have a fire.

In one look, we both started tearing at the panels, trying to find something hot. And sure enough, a scalding hot pipe was there, nestled into the wall. We pressed it's flesh against it with our bayonets and waited, and ate.

It tasted like beef, and a hint of apple, or pear.

Two shock troopers, an Italian-American marine, and a Prussian lieutenant stormtrooper, hunting, gathering, surrounded by strange steel walls that we were dragged into with no warning and no reason.

I couldn't view him with suspicion anymore. I didn't care if he was German, we really were both stuck.

"Have you ever read Jules Verne, herr sardinischer?"

I had told him before we slept one night where I came from, and he did too.

"No, at least not yet. Why?"

"I think where we are isn't human."

"You mean what? This is God's heaven above the firmament?"

"Not God's. But someone's. They speak a language we probably can't speak. At best it's just us."

"It's odd to think we were once going to kill each other in that wood."

"If that war never started we would've never met in that wood."

There was sharp regret in his voice, and he signed as he finished speaking. I could tell it was painful for him, both the war and this place.

Part of me now wants to meet these demons who brought us here, show them how us humans who lived in those damned catacombs we built with our own sweat fight.

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The Greatest International Love Story the World Has Ever Seen

fic by MalMuses  | art by blueeyesandpie

Dean wasn’t the type of person who did this kind of thing. He just wasn’t. GISH?? Ugh. The whole thing was just further proof that Dean would do anything his brother wanted him to do. Why else would he be in a Stormtrooper costume, calling up his ex-girlfriend for a private yoga class? Had he been stuck in a rut that long? Given that he’d been pining for the same freakin’ guy, his professor and coworker no less, for three long years… maybe.    Cas was definitely the type of person who did this kind of thing, not that many people knew that. He was one of the most well-respected professors at KSU. His students and coworkers didn’t need to know that he was captain of a GISH team, or that he knitted kinky accessories and made art with his online friends. His TA certainly didn’t need to know either. Just professionalism, of course. Nothing at all to do with the failed attempt at a relationship, three years of pining, and frequent inappropriate daydreams. A two-person love triangle with online friendships, costumes, and a lot of glitter.

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“Hey, Jo!” Dean greeted her warmly as he settled at the counter. “How’s business?” “Same old, same old.” Jo stepped quickly around the edge of the bar to squeeze her arm around Dean’s shoulders. “How’s your fancy book learning?” Jo had taken over the Roadhouse from her mom Ellen when she’d passed away a couple of years before. A lifelong family friend, she’d watched Dean go from an unqualified mechanic with a penchant for bar fights to a mature student of mid-century literature, with Cas’ help. Like most of his friends, she teased the hell out of him. But she was proud. “It’s not going so bad, if you ignore the thirty pounds of grading under my seat,” Dean offered tiredly. “Novak working you too hard?” Jo raised an eyebrow. “Always does,” Dean replied before taking a long draw of his beer. “He’s got high standards. He’s mentioned that he might try to take a few days’ vacation soon, too. His brothers are coming into town or something, so he wants us to get all caught up.” Jo nodded. “Well, the beer is on the house, then. I remember Novak’s classes, all those girls competing to be his favorite.” Dean snorted in clear agreement. Boy, didn’t he know about that. “Thanks, Jo… and yeah. They hope Cas’ll be looking at their work, but it’s me who ends up with the forty-page essay with hearts doodled on in the margins. It’d be flattering if there was even a chance it was meant for me.” “Oh hush, you,” Jo teased, beginning to wipe the bar top. “You’ve got plenty of game. And twice the dating pool Novak has, too.” Laughing, Dean dug his hand into the complimentary peanuts. “Not sure that helps when I’m standing next to him.” “You’re not wrong.” Charlie’s voice came from directly next to Dean as she slipped into her seat. “Jo’s the one for me, but I’m pretty sure even I’d think twice about Cas.” She winked at Jo and blew her an apology kiss across the bar. Dean glared. “What Charlie is saying,” Jo said with a tiny, evil grin, “is if Cas happens to be looking for a hot lesbian three-way, tag us in.” Dean quietly wished he’d choke on a peanut, but he wasn’t so lucky. “So, did Sam tell you about that crazy thing he’s doing yet?” Charlie turned to Dean, accepting the beer that Jo handed over without question. “He left me a garbled message about… hunting? Or something?” Dean’s brow creased in confusion. “Honestly, I assumed he’d been day drinking and ignored him.” “That’s a fair assumption with Gabriel in town,” Charlie said, “but in this case, he was probably sober. It’s a game, kinda. GISH—Greatest International Scavenger Hunt.” “Isn’t Sam a little old for a scavenger hunt?” Dean raised his eyebrow. “He’s supposed to be staying here while he waits for the results of his bar exam, not playing kids’ games,” he groused. Charlie banged her elbow into Dean’s side with a glare. “He’s doing it to cheer up Gabriel, doofus. And it’s for adults, mostly.” Dean eyed Charlie skeptically. “Really,” she reiterated. “I looked it up online. It looks hella fun.”

(Continue reading on Wednesday February 20th)

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Drinking beer is an activity best enjoyed with friends – and a handy bottle opener. With such a range on the market, why have a boring black, white or metal opener in you drawer – when a bear with snarling teeth can lurk inside your pantry instead? Our top forty bottle openers are innovations that are part drink fixers, part talking points. Collect all your bottle caps, with a magnetic opener that magnetically gravitates towards them. Shoot a gun at your wine bottle to open it – without causing a leak. Drinking a Guinness? Get a Celtic Greenman to take the top off with his mystical glare. Quench your thirst and your appetite for the fun with our nifty list.

$29BUY IT T Rex Bottle Opener: Take your bottle opener back to Jurassic times. This cast iron figurine clasps your juice or beer bottle cap between its mighty teeth.

$12BUY IT Bottle Opener Fridge Magnet: Forget about travel souvenirs and advertising magnets – buy a fridge magnet you can actually use. This non-scratch applique attaches to your fridge and magnetically removes your bottle cap, saving you hunting around.

$15BUY IT Elephant Corkscrew Bottle Opener: Beechwood and stainless steel combine in this Scandinavian piece of elephant home décor. Flip its corkscrew round to signify a tail, and elevate its trunk to lift the cap off your bottle.

$55BUY IT Minimalist Elephant Bottle Opener: Own a bottle opener you’d be proud to show off. This minimalist piece by Jørgen Møller was inspired by a safari in Africa, where the elephant’s sturdy form inspired flicking caps.

$9BUY IT Bull Bottle Opener and Corkscrew: You don’t have to engage in animal cruelty to run with this bull. Black-painted steel and a corkscrew tail ensure your guests won’t be waiting for drinks.

$18BUY IT Alessi Diabolix Bottle Opener: Feel devilish with this cheeky bottle opener up your sleeve. Available in six colours, its 1994 Biagio Cisotti design is crafted from stainless steel and PA resin.

$6.5BUY IT Open Here Magnetic Bottle Opener: Rather be sitting in an American diner? This retro bottle opener helps you crack open a cold one, whilst magnetically attaching to your fridge.

$6BUY IT Star Wars Millennium Falcon Metal Bottle Opener: In a galaxy far, far away, a Star Wars Millennium Falcon comes to save the day – and your thirst. Wrap up this zinc alloy opener as a treat for a friend.

From $5BUY IT More Star Wars-Themed Openers: Rather have Darth Vader, a Stormtrooper, R2D2 or a frozen foe in your hand? These Star Wars home décor openers are the perfect accessory for a nerdy get-together.

$20BUY IT Mermaid Bottle Openers: Dream of a different life under the sea, as this nifty piece of mermaid home décor opens your next drink. Hand-crafted in pewter, her mythological form is good-looking and lead-free.

$40BUY IT Fish Corkscrew And Bottle Opener: Need an under-the-sea creation for every occasion? This feisty fish acts as a corkscrew, foil cutter and bottle opener in white oak and stainless steel.

$25BUY IT Octopus Bottle Opener: Handmade in the USA, this clingy octopus home décor opener is made anew every time. Sculpted in bronze-powder infused resin, it’ll be sure to make a splash at your next dinner party.

$11BUY IT Moby Whale Bottle Opener: Add to your nautical home décor collection by housing a whale in your kitchen. It’s crafted from pewter and opens your bottles with ease.

$15BUY IT Shark Cork Screw & Bottle Opener: Plated in either copper, silver or gold, this nifty accessory surely earns its name as a ‘Hammered Head Bottle’. Take off its top to uncork your wine, and soar it towards your beer bottle to lift off the lid.

$10BUY IT Kate Aspen Antiqued Bird Bottle Opener: Looking for something more dainty? This song bird adds refinement, in an antique silver finish with bottle opener tail.

$11BUY IT Modern Style Bird Corkscrew & Bottle Opener: For those who like the traditional look, this bird décor bottle opener is only a step ahead. A foil cutter, corkscrew and bottle opener take flight in stainless steel and oak.

$27BUY IT Eagle Bottle Opener: Inject fun into your work drinks with an eagle at the table. This cast iron flyer is sure to beat your colleagues’ poker face.

$28BUY IT Dragon Bottle Opener: Breathe fire into your bottle, with this dragon home décor piece astride your wall. Foundry cast iron and a faux pewter finish give it a truly menacing look.

$26BUY IT Crocodile Bottle Opener: Opening a bottle in Australia? Make like its native creatures, with a hand-buffed crocodile made from aluminium.

$7BUY IT High Heel Bottle Opener: Love drinking beer, but all things feminine too? Open your bottle with the toe of this heel.

$13BUY IT Spectacle Bottle Opener: A nerdy get-together isn’t complete without a set of spectacles. Add intelligence to your Sunday session, as the rims of these glasses remove the lid.

$10BUY IT Wall-Mounted Bear Bottle Opener: A grizzly is something you want to see – but only in the right circumstances. Watch him remove your soda cap, with this cast iron head mounted on the wall.

$22BUY IT Wall-Mounted Skull Bottle Opener: Want to see skulls instead? This zinc alloy, chrome-plated gem adds shine to function.

$40BUY IT Gothic-Style Skull Bottle Opener: For a more gruesome look, this designer resin skull fits the bill. Nail it to your pantry door to give your Mum a fright.

$20BUY IT Celtic Greenman Wall-Mounted Bottle Opener: Confirm you really are seeing things, with this Celtic Greenman beside the fridge. A bottle or two of Guinness won’t stop his cold-cast resin glare.

$20BUY IT Wall-Mounted Wooden Bottle Opener With Cap Catcher: Want to designate a place for drinking? Hang this hardwood bottle opener and cap catcher in your man cave or she-shed.

$40BUY IT Magnetic Bottle Opener & Cap Catcher: Looking for a place to display the caps? Measure how many you’ve downed, as this magnetic bottle opener forks off and catches the lids.

$10BUY IT Luchador Bottle Opener: Show your bottle-opening strength with the help of a super-strong Mexican wrestler. This bright blue luchador looks like he’s using his arms – but a handy bottle opener tab hides beneath.

$40BUY IT Personalized Wall-Mounted Bottle Opener: Provide a perfect stop for guests at your wedding or special occasion. This wooden plaque bears you or your celebration’s name, as a metal cup catches the lids.

$11BUY IT Fleur De Lis Bottle Opener: Place your bottle opener next to your soup spoons and ladles, as this Fleur De Lis home décor piece graces the table. Stainless steel and zinc alloy make the standard look elegant.

From $2BUY IT Vintage Key Bottle Openers: Worried your kids will get into your stash? Disguise your bottle opener as a vintage key, complete with gold-look finish.

$14BUY IT Celtic Bottle Opener: Celebrate your Irish heritage with a Celtic claddagh aside your soda. Perfect as a gift, its metal form comes gift-boxed in faux felt casing and paper.

$5BUY IT Airplane Bottle Opener: Don’t know what to pack in your loved one’s suitcase? Give them travel-themed décor they can use, in the form of this bronze finish plane.

$15BUY IT Game Of Thrones-Themed Bottle Openers: Get your Hand of the King in a durable gold finish. This scintillating addition to your Game of Thrones décor might not remain in your possession for long.

$40BUY IT Modern Bottle Opener: Remember the days you opened bottles with twigs? Enter the 21st Century, with this bottle opener in polished stainless steel.

$57BUY IT Modern Minimalist Bottle Opener: Open your bottles in style. Soft to the grip and polished by hand, these next-level bottle openers carry a one-year warranty.

$45BUY IT Arne Jacobsen Cylinda Bottle Opener: Looking more like a designer flute, these stainless steel dreams look a catch beside your beer or soda bottle.

$10BUY IT Multipurpose Card-Shaped Survival Tool With Bottle Opener: Want a bottle opener that can fit in your wallet? This nifty card removes caps, measures length, acts as a flat screwdriver and will never rust or bend.

$40BUY IT Powered Gun-Shaped Wine Bottle Opener: Want to get trigger-happy? Place a pink or grey gun nozzle over the cork of your wine, for an easy and humorous way to greet guests.

$25BUY IT Personalized 50 Caliber BMG Bullet-Shaped Bottle Opener: Gun fanatics will love this bottle opener in the shape of a bullet. Personalise it as a gift for the hunter in your life.

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