#Godiva Pumps

[breaniebree]

Still not sure when it will be posted but hopefully by the end of March!

Here's a sneak peek to show you what I have planned...

Chapter One of Third Time's the Charm

The One With A Second Chance

Queen blared from the speakers as Sirius hummed along with the beat of Radio Gaga.  He smiled as James began to hum under his breath next to him, shaking his hips to the beat.  When he started to move his head and fist pump the air as he quite frankly, jammed out, Sirius stifled a laugh.  When he began to sing along, Sirius couldn’t help but smile at his friend.  He wiggled his own hips along, knocking them against James’ as they grinned widely at each other.  

By the time the second verse started, James was singing loudly and powerfully, his smooth voice echoing in the workshop around them.

“Let’s hope you never leave, old friend.  Like all good things, on you we depend.  So stick around, ‘cause we might miss you, when we grow tired, of all this visual.  You had your time, you had the power!  You’ve yet to have your finest hour, radio!  Radio!”  James sang.  

When he caught Sirius’ eye, he grabbed the wrench like a microphone and began to really sing as he clapped his hands together.  

“All we hear is radio ga ga!  Radio goo goo!  Radio ga ga!  Sing it, mate!  All we hear is radio ga ga!  Radio goo goo!  Radio ga ga!  All we hear is radio ga ga!  Radio blah blah!  Radio, what’s new?  Some-one still loves you!”  

Sirius snorted.  “Do they now?”

James shrugged.  “Well, I mean, there has to be at least one person who loves you, Padfoot.  No one I know, obviously…”

“Piss off,” Sirius said, biting back a laugh.

James reached a hand up to scratch his cheek and spread engine grease all over his face.  

Sirius shook his head.  “You’re hopeless, Prongs.”

James attempted to wipe it off, but instead only smeared it even worse.  “I don’t even understand how this shit gets everywhere!”  When he only succeeded in blackening himself more, he pouted.  “Help me!”  he whined.

Sirius chuckled and reached for a cloth, moving to stand in front of his best mate and brother to scrub his face clean.  “There.  Hopeless.”

“I’m not hopeless, I’m just not good with the whole machine thing.  That’s a wheel, right?”

“Smart arse,” Sirius said, throwing the towel at him.  “If you can’t honour the bike, get out of the workshop.”

James chuckled.  “That’s the moto-so-che bonneville harley, right?”

“I hate you.”

James grinned and passed his friend the wrench.  “Love you, too, brother.”

Marauder barked and ran in a circle around James as Lady Godiva merely lifted her head to watch the dog, looking very unimpressed with Marauder’s antics. 

They both looked up when someone came to the door and Fleamont stood there, a smile on his face.  

“Boys, getting up to trouble out here?”

“Never, Dad,” James said.

He chuckled.  “That’s what I thought.  Why don’t you come inside?  Fee and Lily have prepared a picnic for lunch.  Misha is joining us.”

“I hope Fee and the house elves made it,” Sirius said.  “If it was Evans, I might not want to risk it.”

“I heard that Sirius Black!”  Lily exclaimed, coming up behind Fleamont.  “That was one time and I was pregnant with your godson!”

“So you say,” he teased.  “I just remember you trying to poison me and Prongs forcing Moony and I to eat it.”

Lily shook her head in amusement before she moved towards Sirius to kiss his cheek.  She took James’ hand in hers.  “Well, come risk it if you dare.  Misha wants to talk to you anyway.”

James tugged on her hand to pull her up against him so that he could kiss his wife deeply.  “I love you, Lily.”

“I love you, too,” she said, grinning up at him with her heart in her eyes.

They kissed again and Sirius turned back towards his motorbike to give his friends a moment of privacy.

“I’ll meet you out there in a minute.  I just want to finish something first and you two can get the snogging out of your system in the meantime.”

“Never!”  James scoffed.  “Have you seen these lips?  They are the most perfect lips ever made!”

Lily squeezed her husband’s hand.  “The sad part is that he’s talking about his own lips.  Don’t be too long, Padfoot.”

James squeezed Sirius’ shoulder before wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist and leading her away from the bike.  Fleamont put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

“Don’t be too long, son.  You know Fee will want to feed you.”

Sirius nodded.  “I won’t, Monty.  Save me some of that treacle tart before Jamie eats it all.”

Fleamont chuckled.  “No promises.” 

Sirius grinned as he turned back to the bike.  He picked up the wrench, humming along to “Radio Gaga” as the music seemed to grow louder, rumbling in in his ears like the wireless was moving closer and closer to him.  Then, something flashed at his right.  He turned, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion as music blared in his ears.  He smelt her soap before he saw her and when she flashed again, covered in blood, his eyes widened.

“Zee!  What…?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice echoing as the music stopped around him.  “I tried to stop them.”

Sirius reached for her, but just as he touched her, his hand passed right through her.  Before he could contemplate the vision before him, something punched him right in the chest.  It hit him so hard that all of the breath was knocked out of him.  He felt like his chest was caved in and that every rib was broken and stabbing him somewhere different.  He gasped for breath, his eyes on Zee flashing in and out before him.

“Zee?  Zee, where are you?”  he demanded, but she flashed again and vanished before his eyes.

“Sirius?”  Euphemia asked from the doorway.  “Are you coming?”

“Fee…”  he whispered, blood bubbling at his mouth.

“Sirius?”  she called out, seeming to stare right through him.  “Darling, are you in here?”

Euphemia stepped right past him as if she couldn’t see him.  Sirius started to speak, unsuccessfully attempting to reach for her when suddenly, hands sprung out from the ground and tightly gripped him by his ankles.  He tried to shake them off, ventured to jump away, but the grip was too strong.  He reached for Euphemia again, his eyes wide before the hands around his ankles yanked.  His boots sank into the ground like quicksand and he was abruptly pulled into the earth.  The scream tore through him so loudly that it scorched his throat and Zee’s terrified face flashed before him.

“Zahira!” he cried out.  “Zahira!”

He was dragged through the mud; falling and rising like he was clawing his way to the surface, but the surface of what he didn’t know.  He swallowed the earth; dirt in his eyes, in his nose, in his mouth.  He could hear voices calling him and then there was nothing but the earth and the pain in his chest.

Pain unlike anything he’d ever felt before.  

Sharp, searing pain that made him taste his own blood.  

Pain like something was being ripped apart inside of him, something that he tried desperately to hold onto to, but no matter how hard he fought, the more it ripped and tore free.

And then there was only blackness.

~ TTTC ~

[chiaraferragniwardrobe]

What: Sergio Rossi Godiva Suede Mesh Pumps in Black (585,00€). Similar/Possible Match Where:  Instagram - October 6, 2024 (Athens for the launch of chiaraferragnibrand makeup)

Worn with: Dsquared2 vest and pant

[ilovelisasstuff]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Sergio Rossi - ‘Godiva’ Metallic Pumps (GOLD) - 7.5.

[theknightlywolfe]

Prefacing with a pic of my current chocolate collection (including chocolate from all over the world) to illustrate my familiarity with and passion for the subject:

So anyways, I think the distinction of "European chocolate is better" is predominantly related to mass market chocolates. And a lot of it is down to texture. Cadbury is far superior to Hershey's in terms of smoothness and melting feel but it doesn't surpass Ghirardelli. (Or even the better Godiva but I find most Godiva too sweet for my tastes)

And in the wide distribution but not mass market arena, European chocolates are usually superior for milk chocolates or chocolates with something added (both bars with X and chocolate "candies" like turtles) but generally I find this market sector in the US tends towards darker chocolates, the 75% and up type and in that the US has far more very good options than Europe. The US producers who do chocolate "candies" often know they can cut corners on the chocolate and get away with it since the average US consumer is there for the fillings. There are some European bars in the 80%+ range that are clearly the product of them trying to capture some of those sales but having no idea how to do so, so they're producing powdery dirt. Now don't get me wrong, Pump Street of Suffolk England (the four bars at the bottom of the pic) is very good in the darks and Valrhona still makes my favourite 75% (and conversely one of the best honeycomb chocolate bars is from Utah) but by and large when you are looking at the straight dark chocolate $8-$13/bar market, you are going to have a better shot at enjoyment with a US made bar.

And honestly some of the best chocolate is coming out of East Asians or Braziliians (1st or 2nd gen in) in the US, but these are incredibly local and hard to get (weirdly most imported East Asian chocolate I have tried is simply fine). Obviously I can't do an apples to apples comparison to hyper local European producers but the small handful I have been gifted by friends who regularly go back to Europe haven't been particularly noteworthy compared to other good European producers.

[runawaycarouselhorse]

I remember mama being so shocked by an episode of a TV show because that was the first time she learned there was a taboo against public breastfeeding in the States. She couldn’t wrap her mind around how they’d be okay with sexualized imagery and such, but not breastfeeding. ^^;;;;

Breastfeeding is very normalized in Muslim societies and that’s actually one of the reason Islamic hijab rules are so lax between women in sex-segregated spaces, they can expose their upper half from above the navel and below the knee too, as men do/did for work, for ease of breastfeeding! In mixed company/with men present, women’s hijab covers all but hands and face [scholarly opinions differ on the last one], so many women just drop their veils over their chests and nursing babies, it’s common in public, never heard outcry about it. It’s just not a thing people consider shocking or inappropriate at all. When I was in a mostly partitioned medical school (we had male and female instructors, but the male and female students did not generally see each other/occupied separate halves of the building with their own classrooms and even separate entrances!), I once found a classmate alone after class using one of those electronic pumps. It’s just ordinary.

I already knew of the then-ongoing breastfeeding debate in the States and told mama about it…

The episode also referenced Lady Godiva! The noblewoman who rode on horseback naked to protest against her husband’s greed and excessive taxation of his subjects, usually depicted with her very long hair covering her in lieu of clothes.

Yes, she’s the namesake of Godiva chocolates and is depicted in a very stylized/simplified manner on the logo too. ^^

Another fun fact: the term “peeping Tom” supposedly came from a legend about a man named Thomas (Tom) who secretly tried to look at Lady Godiva’s bare body and was struck blind(or even fell dead!) as punishment.

Legislation was only passed for all states to exempt breastfeeding from public indecency in 2018. Even other western countries were confused by the American attitude towards breastfeeding and how much they sexualized breasts, so that even their natural function, feeding babies, was seen as inappropriate, even if covered… baby needs to eat? Sorry, can’t eat at the table, go to the dingy and dirty public restroom..

[flamencodiva]

Curse to Karaoke 1 - Just Want To Have a Good Time With You

Description: Dean and Y/N get hit with a spell on a witch hunt. What happens when they don’t realize the spell has taken effect?

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Singing, Violence, Eventual Smut (*warnings may changed based on how the story is written)

Word Count: 3577

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics​

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Dean and Y/N stalked through the abandoned building. They had traced a witch back to it after a series of unexplained deaths occurred. 

“Man I hate Witches!” Dean groaned as he saw the ingredients for a spell that included, a rotting bird and what seemed like bones of a swan. 

“You and me both Winchester… You and me both… Yuck,” She hissed as what looked like a heart sitting in the middle of what looked like a summoning ritual. 

Y/N looked to the elder Winchester and sighed. She had met him on a vampire hunt two years ago and they had met on and off for hunts ever since. Always ending in drinking and sexual tension that ended with each of them looking for release from other people. Y/N shook her head looking at the ingredients and made a small gagging noise. 

“Did Sam say what these people did before they kicked the bucket?” Y/N asked as she rounded the corner, her gun out and ready. 

“Well, supposedly it started out with singing...singing Y/N…. If that is not evil I don't know what is,” Dean scoffed. 

“I resent that Dean-o… It depends on the song and how you sing it,” Y/N raised her eyebrow pointedly at him. 

“You are never going to let me live down that I sang ‘Right Said Fred I’m too sexy’ are you,” Dean sighed. 

“Nope,” Y/N smiled and winked at him, making him groan. 

 Dean was sure that Y/N didn't know the effect she had on him. Even though he had sung the song as a demon once, it only took five shots of whiskey and three redheaded slut shots for her to get him to do it again. Y/N had fallen on the floor laughing her drunk ass off when he did it, only for Dean to have his revenge when she sang ‘Rupaul's Supermodel.’ It was a good memory to have before things got fuzzy and they were in separate rooms with different people. 

 “Ok, so according to Sam, these people just kept singing and ended up dancing until they just dropped dead…. He’s trying to piece together how though.” Dean looked behind a door with his pistol at the read while Y/N surveyed a separate room. 

 “Ok, well, hopefully, no one was singing any show tunes… that's just wrong.” Y/N gave a shudder and shook the thought out of her head. 

 Dean chuckled as they made their way back down. Before either of them could realize what happened, they were thrown back by a blast of light. The witch began to chant her incantation as Dean and Y/N aimed their guns and pumped her full of witch killing bullets. Both of them grunted as they stood Dean helping Y/N who held her side. 

 “That’s going to bruise,” She moaned. 

 “Yeah, lets head back to the bunker and tell Sam we got it taken care of,” Dean winced as he limped off. 

 Reaching the bunker Dean and Y/N made it to the library where Sam was waiting for them. Dean and Y/N plopped their duffels on the war room table before sighing. Y/N cracked her neck and gave a small groan as she stretched. The shirt she was wearing rose just a bit for Dean to see the skin under it making him cough as he turned and blushed. Y/N shook out her sore muscles before walking to Sam. 

 “Ding Dong the witch is dead, Sam,” She smiled as she gave him a warm hug and smiled. 

 “Good to see you guys are back in one piece, did she wammy you guys?” Sam chuckled looking at the state of his brother and best friend. 

 “Yeah she said something weird, I’ll write it down and we can see what it actually does,” Y/N grabbed the legal pad off the table and began scribbling on it. 

 Dean held back a groan as she sat on top of the table, her legs crossed, pun resting on her lip as she thought about the witch's incantation. Dean turned around and adjusted himself biting his bottom lip some. This was his best friend and he couldn't cross the line with her, sure they flirted but that was the extent of it. It was harmless, and she didn't have the same feelings, right? No, she couldn't have, besides with the life that they led he knew it would only be a matter of time when fate decided to rip his happiness away. 

 It started gradually, Y/N and Dean looked at each other and it was almost as if they could hear music surrounding them. Sam watched as Y/N finished writing the incantation and slammed it on to Sam’s chest as she walked to Dean. 

 “Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time. I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah” Y/N belted out as she walked to Dean. “And floating around in ecstasy. So” 

 “don't stop me now don't stop me” Dean joined in with her as Sam raised his eyebrow at them. 

 “Uhhhhhh, Guys?” He tried to get their attention. 

 “ 'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time” Y/N trailed her finger along Dean’s chest before she jogged her way to her room. Dean followed behind making his way to his. 

 “I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity” Y/N belted as she turned in her room while she changed into a corset and skin tight Jeans. “I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva,” she paused at the door after slipping into her black four-inch sued stilettos and dragged her body along the frame. 

 “Uhhhhh, Y/N…. what is going on?” Sam waved his hand in front of her face and watched as Dean turned in his doorway shaking his ass. 

“I'm gonna go, go, go” they both vocalized while Y/N brought herself up. “There's no stopping me I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees, That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit, I'm traveling at the speed of light” Y/N and Dean met in the center of the hallway where Dean grabbed her hips while Y/N bent her back away from him and Dean gave her a small roll where she brought her chest to his.  “I wanna make a supersonic man out of you” She placed her nose to his before pushing away from him. 

“Don't stop me now,” they vocalized

“I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball.” Y/N sang as she slid across one of the library tables while singing. 

“Don't stop me now” she vocalized with Dean

“If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call” she grabbed her phone before tossing it to Sam who almost dropped and moved out of the Way as dean and Y/N moved around. 

“Don't stop me now,” they echoed.  

“'cause I'm having a good time” Y/N jumped off the table and towards the bookcase placing her back against it before she slips down. 

“Don't stop me now” Dean stood in the middle of the library facing Y?N legs slightly apart as he moved his arm in a windmill motion while swaying his hip and bringing his arm down bending at the elbow. 

“yes, I'm havin' a good time I don't want to stop at all” Y/N got up and made her way to the garage where she used the railing to spin and shimmy her hips. 

“Ok… this is weird… Um, guys HELLO! We’re belting out Queen here what’s going on?” Sam clapped his hands but it was no use. 

“Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars,” Dean slid down the hall to land right by Y/N in the garage. “On a collision course... I am a satellite, I'm out of control” He winked at her as he grabbed her hips and smirked as she swayed them. 

“Oh, god I know this part….” Sam groaned. 

“I am a sex machine, ready to reload” Dean pumped his arm in a piston motion as he jumped up from his knees in front of Y/N. “Like an atom bomb about to” He jumped over the railing landing in the floor of the garage before heading to Baby and sliding across her hood. 

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh explode” Y/N sang with him as she leaned her body on baby and tilted her head back. 

“I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah. Two hundred degrees. That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit” Dean circled around the car taking Y/N’s hand before pulling in her as she spun into his chest and he ground his hips into her. “I'm traveling at the speed of light, I wanna make a supersonic woman of you” He turned her to press his chest against hers before dipping her. 

“Don't stop me, don't stop me” Y/N pushed away from him while wagging her finger at him. 

“Don't stop me, hey, hey, hey” Dean joined in as they opened the doors to Baby and were about to climb in when Y/N stood on top of the door frame and smiled singing at Dean. 

“Don't stop me, don't stop me, Ooh ooh ooh,”, they continued to dance around Baby with Sam trying to get their attention. 

“I like it,” Y/N belted out. “Don't stop me, don't stop me” 

“Have a good time, good time” Dean turned in his spot before they climbed into Baby and he started the car.  “Don't stop me, don't stop me, ah, Oh yeah Alright” They vocalized as Sam jumped into the backseat. 

“Oh, I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah, Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit. I'm traveling at the speed of light” Y/N sang as she pulled her self out of Baby’s open window as Dean sped down the road wind in her hair. 

“Y/N! Seriously! Dean what are you guys doing!” Sam screeched as Dean hung out the window while driving baby. 

“I wanna make a supersonic man out of you” Y/N sank back into the Impala and smiled as she pinched Dean's ass. 

“Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball, Don't stop me now. If you wanna have a good time (wooh) Just give me a call (alright)” They sang together their faces inches from each other. 

“DEAN WATCH THE ROAD!” Sam held on to dear life as Dean continued driving along the road while singing with Y/N. 

“Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time, yeah yeah), Don't stop me now (yes, I'm havin' a good time). I don't want to stop at all” They held the last line together before Y/N began vocalizing and settling on the opposite side of Dean's, with her head out the window. 

“La da da da daah. Da da da haa.Ha da da ha ha haaa, Ha da daa ha da da aaa. Ooh ooh ooh” Y/N finished. 

 Sam watched Dean and Y/N intently as they stopped singing. Dean looked to Y/N as if nothing happened. 

 “So we, headin to spurs?” Dean smiled as he looked at Sam from the rearview mirror. “Hey, you let Y/N take the front seat this time!” 

 “Thank Sam,” Y/N smiled at him as she adjusted her leather jacket.  

 “Ummmmm, huh,” Sam gave a chuckle. “Are you guys ok?” 

 Dean scoffed and raised his eyebrow at Sam, “yeah why? We’re just headed to spurs like we always do after a hunt!” Dean leaned into the driver's seat as he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other out the window. 

The Impala rolled into the dirt parking lot of the small dive bar where the trio made their way inside. Y/N and Dean climbed out of the car while Sam hung back looking at them he tilted his head curiously and squinted his eyes at them slightly. They didn’t even know they were singing. He thought back to the spell Y/N wrote and his eyes widened. 

 “Oh, fuck!” he cursed as she scrambled out of the Impala to go after them. 

By the time Sam made it into the bar, Y/N and Dean had grabbed a couple of stools and ordered their drinks. They were well into drinking their shots trying to out drink each other. Then it happened, Y/N started to receive free drinks and began flirting with a guy by the pool tables. Of course, Sam knew she was just trying to hustle them for money but something happened and Dean began to seethe a little. He downed a shot and took another glance at Y/N. 

 “I know there's no form, and no labels to put on to this thing we keep and dip into when we need,” Dean gave Y/N a sideways glance as he sang the words. “And I don't have the right, to ask where you go at night. But the waves hit my head, to think someone's in your bed,” He slammed the glass down and turned his back to the bar while looking at Y/N. 

 “Ummmm, I didn't even know you knew this song,” Sam muttered and looked around but no one else seemed to notice what was going on. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan. I don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me with nobody else but me” Dean jumped off the Stool and pointed to Y/N as she circled the pool table letting one of the men touch her hips as he ‘taught’ her to play pool. 

Sam watched as he made his way to one of the support beams and pressed his back against it while slamming his fist into it in frustration glancing at Y/N. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan, don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me, with nobody else but me” Dean pushed off the beam and turned while sliding towards the bar. 

“And the lights, they glow, like I just lost the World War and the scene slips away to the evenness I fake,” He slapped back his drink and looked back to watch Y/N sink a ball into the pocket with delight while she flirted with the stranger. 

Sam raised his eyes at his brother as he paid attention to the lyrics. 

“It's a cheat somewhere, 'Cause I don't really want you, girl. But you can't be free 'Cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene” Dean slid once again from the bar and turned on the spot. 

Sam took one more look around and noticed that no one was paying attention except him. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan. I don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me, with nobody else but me.” Dean pointed to Y/N legs spread apart as he ran his hand down his body while thrusting his hips. 

“Woah! Ok, did not need to see that move,” Sam huffed and tried to get Dean's attention but to no use. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan, don’t want you to get it on with nobody else but me, with nobody else but me” Dean continued the move until he moved back to the beam leaning on it once again shaking his head. “I wanna make up my mind, but I don't know myself. No, I don't know myself.” he tilted his head back into the beam with a sad look as he sang. “I wanna make up my mind but I don't know myself. No, I don't know myself. I wanna make up my mind, but I don't know myself. No, I don't know myself” 

Sam watched as Dean slid onto the bar floor on his knees as he sang what felt like the ending of the song. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan. I don't want you to get it on, with nobody else but me. With nobody else but me.” He brought up a knee in order to push himself and spin on both of them using his other foot to stop himself. “I get a little bit, Genghis Khan, don't want you to get it on, with nobody else but me. With nobody else but me.” Dean jumped up and made his way back to the bar as if nothing happened. 

 Sam sat there with his mouth gaped open staring at his brother. 

 “What?” dean huffed almost in annoyance as he watched Y/N saunter happily over to them with a wad of cash in her hands. 

 “Guess who just got us 3 grand?” Y/N said as she leaned against Dean, “Looks like my boobs were good for something,” She said as she winked at him, making him chuckle. 

 “You don't know the half of it, Sweetheart.” He muttered as she finished his drink. “Why don't you order us some food while I see if I can hustle us some more,” He kissed her cheek and walked away. 

 “Y/N?” Sam gave her a curious look. 

 “Yeah, Sam?” Y/N knocked back her shot before ordering two double bacon cheeseburgers with fried egg and fries and a salad for Sam. 

 “You didn’t notice anything weird with Dean?” Sam leaned towards her. 

 Y/N shrugged, “No weirder than usual.” 

 Sam watched as Y/N eyed Dean and how she focused on a girl that began flirting with Dean. Y/N smiled at the bartender as he placed the drinks and food in front of them. 

 “Black sheep, come home, Black sheep, come home, Black sheep, come home” Y/N began as she looked at Dean. 

“Oh no not again!” Sam moaned as he let his head fall to the bar top. 

“Hello again, friend of a friend I knew you when.” Y/N began moving her head to a guitar rhythm that suddenly surrounded them. “Our common goal was waiting for the world to end.” She did it again. “Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend,” She made her way to the bar top as Sam pulled the food to safety as she marched on it. “You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again” Y/N slid down to her knees before opening them to switch leaning to another side. 

“OK, this is… I need to fix this… what the…” Sam’s eyes widened as she walked to Dean with a bottle and he sat down as she kneeled pouring a shot into his open mouth before she grabbed his hair, pulling him and pushing her away from him. “What is this Coyote Ugly?” Sam muttered as she continued to sway her hips on the bar top. 

“Sending my love on a wire, lift you up every time, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh from you” Y/N ran her hands across her body as she swayed her hips. “Got balls of steel, got an automobile for a minimum wage. Got real estate, I'm buying it all up in outer space.” Y/N made her way off the bar top as Dean began grinding with her. Before turning to the girl he was flirting with to dance with her. 

“Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend, you crack the whip, shape-shift, and trick the past again” Y/N belted out as she walked to a thin metal pole that Sam didn’t notice as she used it to dance and grind. 

“Sending my love on a wire, lift you up every time, everyone, ooh, Pulls away, ooh.” Y/N twirled on the pole before wrapping her legs around it and using it as a stripper would. 

“I didn't really need to see this side of you Y/N/N,” Sam moaned. 

“It's a mechanical bull at number one, you'll take a ride from anyone, everyone wants a ride, pulls away, ooh, from you” Y/N got off the pole and made her way back to the bar top. 

Sam watched as she took a bite of her burger as if nothing strange happened. Y/N could feel Sam’s eyes on her and she rolled her eyes not bothering to swallow her food. 

“What Sam?” Y/N swallowed and looked around. “Is there something wrong?” 

“Y/N… You… You didn't notice?” Sam ran his hand through his hair in frustration. 

“Notice what?” Dean asked as he made his appearance, “Ohhh bacon cheeseburger with a fried egg, Awesome!” 

“Hey what happened to sweetcheeks over there?” Y/N asked as she bumped Dean. 

Dean shrugged, “Wasn't feeling it.” 

Dean and Y/N ignored Sam as they talked about the prospects of the people in the bar. Sam scoffed and shook his head. 

“What Sam?” Dean and Y/N growled. 

Sam sighed, “Nothing, nothing… Maybe I’m going crazy or something.” 

The rest of the night was filled with jokes and more drinks before the headed to the bunker. Sam watched as Dean and Y/N looked at each other blushing before wishing each other goodnight and going to their own rooms. Sam was on his way to his when he heard soft strings of music surrounding the bunker. 

“Oh fuck!”

Part 2 

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A heads up:

I been noticing a change in trajectory in the past three months. This started when I elected to see a counselor. For months I searched for one and I was going nowhere. By that, I mean other counselors who returned your calls only to leave me high and dry with no callback. One counselor I did see for four weeks rehashed our conversations and asked the same questions over and over with no results, only to show disinterest in me and ultimately abandoned me when I called her out on it. A great help when people are suffering in the era of COVID- and political toxicity. I did find one who stuck with me and she’s pushed me to get stuff done. She understands about the personal turmoil I’ve been going through. And by learning to trust the environment around me and understand what she’s saying, I’ve learned with my own eyes to accept what’s on the surface.

That’s not all. Since my dad passed away, I revamped my diet to the best I could. He’s no longer here to pump me with free burgers, Chinese, sushi, fried chicken, and steak. So why not spend the money on more white meat, fruits, vegetables, and juices? This year I also elected to see a dietitian. Take dairy-free. Take gluten-free. Take hummus. Take almond milk. She has done more for me in two visits than any doctor had done for me in ten years. When you eat like shit, you’ll be it and feel like it. No more.

I’ve also been on a tear at work. Every month it seems that some of our top performers leave the company, so there goes my competition. Now I’ve been obliterating my daily and monthly goals with nothing or no one stopping me. Thanks to sales restructuring, I’m not only selling computers but everything else under the one roof. Four-piece kitchen sets, stackable washer-and-dryer combos-, $4,000 home theater tickets, and I just sold my very first 8K TV to a gamer who wanted to use his graphics card to the fullest potential. Who am I to argue? I’m projected to win the store in revenue, credit card applications, tech support memberships, hours worked, and transactions made if this keeps up. There’s even a very small chance I could cross the $2,000,000 finish line. Holy Godiva on a winged pegasus riding down a crowded Times Square if I do.

I have double or even triple the energy than that of the average person. No caffeine, no hard drugs, no magical force-fields or pixie bestowments. I been feeling unbeatable. My drive to get stuff done is insatiable. Believe it or not, I was fed up dealing with the surprise artists / apologists who sneak up behind me and cut into my sales (they’re not sorry for interrupting you), the adult-children who wave their arms and yell at me from the other end of the store to get my attention (those little ones are ignored anyway), or the Italian Joeys who act like they’ve known me forever (most I never met in my life) who put their arms around me and act buddy-buddy with me to get a discount. No dice. Now I see them coming and quash it  before they irritate me. They’re still a nuisance who need to be swatted away like wasps but no one day or town can do 100%. With the anti-anxiety scripts kicking in, I don’t feel as edgy as I used to.

With this streak I’m having, learning to stay in touch with myself, and still coming off of seeing Uniform in New York City, I ask myself if I ever want to go back to feeling like garbage? Of course not. I had it with waiting for some random to upend my day, to feel constant panic or walking around being ill. I can’t even imagine feeling like that again now that I’ve become more self-aware. There’s still a ways to go, however. I still plan on leaving retail and either do back-end tech support, web-building, or even more graphic design. Working at home would be ideal. With sound editing out of the way, I’ll be able to digitally archive more tapes and finally tackle that backlog of albums I’ve been meaning to listen to.

Off to the gym I go.

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Today I will share with you some of my favorite paintings:

1. An Experiment on a Bird in the Air Pump (1768) - Joseph Wright of Derby 2. Triumph of the Name of Jesus (1661–1679) - Giovanni Battista Gaulli 3. The Incredulity of Saint Thomas (1601–1602) - Caravaggio 4. The Nightmare (1781) - Johann Heinrich Füssli 5. Lady Godiva (1898) - John Collier 6. Finis Gloria Mundi (1672) - Juan de Valdés Leal

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Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely Pats the head of another curly haired boy, just another toy Sick with silence she weeps sincerely Saying word that have oh so clearly been said So long ago Draperies wrapped gently 'round her shoulder Life has made her that much bolder now That she's found out how Dressed in silk, Latin lace and envy Pride and joy of the latest penny faire Pretty passing care Hair today now dipped in the water Making love to every poor daughter's son Isn't it fun Now today propping grace with envy Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there And hasn't a care Doctor is coming the nurse thinks sweetly Turning on the machines that neatly pump air The body lies bare Shaved and hairless what once was screaming Now lies silent and almost sleeping The brain must have gone away Strapped securely to the white table Ether caused the body to wither and writhe Underneath the white light Doctor arrives with knife and baggage Sees the growth as just so much cabbage That now Must be cut away Now come the moment of Great! Great! Decision! The doctor is making his first incision One goes here - one goes there The ether tube's leaking says someone who's sloppy The patient it seems is not so well sleeping The screams echo up the hall Don't panic someone give him pentathol instantly Doctor removes his blade Cagily slow from the brain By my count of ten The head won't move

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Hi there! Wow, we have been mutuals for a while 😂 Its A pleasure to finally "meet" you. You're a really good writer, and I'm glad to have found you. And boy howdy am I glad you like my writings 😉

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Whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood—pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse—then tag your favourite peeps to get an insight on their musical inspirational feels.

Hey, Brother by Avicii

Hey, brother! Do you still believe in one another? Hey, sister! Do you still believe in love, I wonder?

Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out

Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Any Other Way by We The Kings

I am wide awake, and I'm standing tall Up against the world, up against the wall Between the love and hate, they can hardly wait To watch the hero fall

You could give me hell, you could give me death Break before I bend, I will have revenge Fire through my veins, I will fan the flames Until my dying breath

'Cause I will never go down any other way I will never go down any other way Gasoline pumping through my veins, dancing on top of the flames I will never go down any other way, any other way

Sunshine by Tigerweather

Today's the day you won't catch me in bed 'Cause the sun says good morning with some bacon and eggs And I'm out the house faster than a fire escape 'Cause today won't wait up for me, no

I'm walkin' taller than I thought I could I'm feelin' proper like a three piece suit A distinguished gentleman who forgot his shoes, But I don't have a care in the world I'll let tomorrow worry about itself

I got fresh air to breathe in, I got sunshine on my skin So many places I've never been, what say today we visit them? I make excuses all the time, reasons why to stay inside,  But not a one comes to mind; I'm gonna make today mine

Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen

Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time, I feel alive And the world, I'll turn it inside out, yeah I'm floating around in ecstasy, so don't stop me now 'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time

I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me

I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm traveling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

Sun is shinin' in the sky, there ain't a cloud in sight It's stopped rainin', everybody's in a play And don't you know, it's a beautiful new day,

Runnin' down the avenue, see how the sun shines brightly In the city, on the streets where once was pity Mister Blue Sky is living here today

Mister Blue Sky, please tell us why you had to hide away for so long Where did we go wrong? Mister Blue Sky, please tell us why you had to hide away for so long Where did we go wrong?

Embers by Owl City

There were days when each hour was a war I fought to survive There were nights full of nightmares, and I dreaded closing my eyes There were skies that burst open with a downpour to drown me alive

But the world took a spark, like a match in the dark, and the fire brought me to life So I'm fanning the flames to climb so high, 'cause there's no other way we can stay alive

'Cause we're burning bright, as we all unite And when it's all said and done, we'll shine like the sun, so don't let the fire die

And we'll watch the sky, as it fills with light And though the embers are new, whatever you do, just don't let the fire die

Alligator Sky by Owl City (No Rap Ver.)

Remember to breathe, 'cause it'll take your breath away When the engines cough, and you blast off Ignite the night with a firecracker flash

Remember to live, 'cause you're gonna be thrilled to death When the stars collide, and your eyes grow wide Take it in with your breath against the glass

Remember to dream, 'cause it's gonna be a starry night Over every town, as you look down So harmonize with the singing satellites

And remember to scream, 'cause you're gonna be lost for words When the sparks erupt, and they light you up Dip your toes in the galaxy, 'cause it's yours to explore tonight

Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic

Got love for all the people that have warned you, God love all your sentimental virtue Eight balls with the takers that'll make you, Late calls with the lovers that'll hate you

And you don't have to make a sound They got what you need, what you need

Make ya say, OH MY! Feels just like I don't try Looks so good, I might die All I know is everybody loves me

Get down, swaying to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me Everybody loves me

Stand By You by Rachel Platten

Hands, put your empty hands in mine And scars, show me all the scars you hide And hey, if your wings are broken, please take mine so yours can open too 'Cause I'm gonna stand by you

Oh, tears make kaleidoscopes in your eyes And hurt, I know you're hurting, but so am I And love, if your wings are broken, borrow mine so yours can open too 'Cause I'm gonna stand by you

Even if we're breaking down, we can find a way to break through Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through hell with you Love, you're not alone, 'cause I'm gonna stand by you Even if we can't find heaven, I'm gonna stand by you Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through hell with you Love, you're not alone, 'cause I'm gonna stand by you

Winners Never Quit by Owl City

I’ve had some bummer days, but I ain’t lookin’ back I’ve made a few mistakes, but I’m on the right track I got somewhere to be, gotta hurry so I’ll make my date with destiny ‘Cause I don’t wanna be late, here we go!

I might take my time, ‘cause I find the fable had it right Slow and steady wins the race And I might lag behind, but I swear I’ll cross the finish line Movin’ at a steady pace

I’ll give it all I got I don’t have a lot, but I know a little goes a long way The truth is hard to face, but I can take a hit I’ve lost in many ways, but a winner don’t quit My head is in the game, and the move is mine to make But I am not afraid, ‘cause I’ll fight the good fight

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The Lore You Know (Part Five)

Status: Part 5 of 6 Word Count: 5.9K Category: Mini-Series, Mystery, On-The-Hunt, Humor, Behind-the-scenes Canon-Compliant Rating: 18+ [for language/sexual situations] Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam x Reader/Female O.C. #1; Dean x Female O.C. #2; Reader/Female O.C. #1 x ??? (ahem-surprise!-ahem) Warnings: Coarse language; mild-to-moderate allusions to sex/activities of a sexual nature Author’s Note(s): The draft of this was lost, and this was to be completed a way long time ago, and boy howdy I’m sorry the muse didn’t hit me again til recently, but I hope you enjoy and that it was worth waiting for, one last part to go; see more post-story Overall Summary:  see Part One ; reminder: this takes place in early S11 Part Five Summary: The agent stumbles upon a discovery that seems too good to be true; Dean lands himself in real trouble; the waitress shows a different side; the agent finally reveals the truth behind her mission

                * ~ * The Lore You Know: Master Post * ~ *

WEDNESDAY

I slept like the dead that night, thanks to the fact that Sam didn't sleep in my room. He'd said something about not wanting to wake me up, though he did just that at half past the crack of dawn, when he came in and grabbed up his laptop and his bag, barely even looked at me. Well, that's not exactly true - he did at my admittedly snide goodbye.

"Cheer up, Sammy. It's Wednesday."

The door was slammed shut without another word.

I was still turning over the news from Wildcat in my mind. The trio of terror had most definitely gone rogue, and their stunt of turning my request for a touch of mayhem into a horror movie meant they were dunzo. The Recovery Team - which in this case, meant recovery of pieces because this was elimination-level shit - was supposedly en route, but I was hoping it wouldn’t be any time soon. I called Wildcat as I finished getting ready for the day, told him I was pulling rank, and Recovery should let me know once they had the goons cornered, hold off on the wham-boom til I gave the word.

"He won't like it," Wildcat advised.

"But you can get around him, can’t you? For now? Isn't he bopping around some other world, hunting for his X-marks-the-spot?" I replied. "C'mon. You're the best at covert shenanigans."

"And you are a control freak," Wildcat stated, but I heard him clicking away, putting in the team's orders, relating I was running point.

I finished applying my lipstick, rubbed my lips together, then made that pop sound just to piss him off; I grinned when I heard him sigh. "Kitty, I got no choice. Sam's onto me hard core. Got a feeling I'll need the distraction if I don't want this assignment to bloat and belly up."

"This better work. If he gets word, I wouldn't want to be in your Louboutins, my dear."

Wildcat's comment was perfectly timed, as I was right at that moment slipping them on. "Just make sure Recovery knows to keep those shitbirds corralled, no sedating darts, let the mania fly - and to keep out of sight of the Winchesters."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm sending them on the prowl, which they’ll do, because I’ll share how my fantastic partner in covert crime has alerted me to the location of the creeps-of-the-week. General vicinity. Give or take."

"So it's to be a snipe hunt."

I picked up my keys, walking to the door as I answered. 

"Yup. I got work to do."

The boys took the bait, too pumped for the action to bother being pissed at me or question my saying I was going to follow a lead Wildcat had given me on the mara’s hidey-hole. I didn't have one, of course, and it didn’t matter since daylight hour evisceration wasn't her jam. What I was actually up to was boring as fuck, but a necessary bore - I was stuck in my car on an old-fashioned stake out, across the street from the waitress' house, waiting on her to emerge. I'd texted her under the guise of taking her to lunch, but got no answer, and there was no light on in the bedroom I knew to be hers; no doubt she was still asleep.

At least one roommate had returned to the roost, but I didn't get a glimpse of her until late afternoon, when she opened the front door, crossed her arms, and stared right into my eyes.

And when I looked into hers, I sat up straight, felt my eyebrow arch on its own. "Fuck me," I muttered.

As I walked across the street, she came out onto the small landing, closed the door behind her, re-crossed her arms. She was an absolute dish, tips to toes, tall and curvy, looked like she'd just hopped off a vintage Hollywood poster. It was a purposeful, polished presentation, one I appreciated, so much so I honestly didn't want to update the database with this newly encountered, mighty fine brand of mara.

To say I couldn't hardly get my head wrapped around this stroke of luck was the understatement of the goddamned century.

"You can call me Raquel," she said by way of introduction, didn't ask my name, and I didn't volunteer it.

"And our girl in there's working the Mansfield angle,” I replied. “Damn, now I kinda wanna meet the other roomies, who else we got? A Loren, a Monroe --- ooh, dare I hope --- a Lamarr?"

"You amuse me. You know why I look the way I look. Part and parcel of living alongside them. Which I enjoy more than hiding in the woods."

"Still. Didn't have to go bombshell to chum the waters. You got good taste." I gave her a lingering once-over, admiring more than just the perfectly fitted slacks and cashmere shell. "Beyond the Chanel, I mean."

"Likewise. Those shoes are in excellent condition for how old they are - though I could say the same for you."

"I'm real big on regular maintenance. Mind if we get down to business?"

"I've no business with you. I don't deal with your kind. I only want to know why you're camped outside of my home, yet doing nothing."

"Yeeeeah, but this may interest you - benefit you. I'd like to take a couple potential problems off your hands. And I'll throw in three super-powered square meals, team full of buffed after-dinner mints to sweeten the pot. All-male review."

"And what am I to do in return?"

I grinned. "Make a big fucking mess of main street tonight."

"I have plans tonight."

"That so? If you got another dirtbag lined up, well... you don't need my help, but I'd be up for a quick peep show. Never seen it go down in real time."

"I rarely go down."

My grin widened. "I wanna be like you when I grow up."

That earned me a wicked - but genuine - cackle, head thrown back and all. "Aren't you just a peach. I do take pleasure in a witty woman."

I tilted my head toward the house - and the waitress slumbering inside. "My experience with ol' Mansfield says you're in short supply. There's a not-so-good-head-on-her-shoulders joke somewhere in there, but I've been a little off my game."

"Your game seems quite on point from where I stand." She paused, returned the once-over. "So. Should I consider changing my plans for tonight, tell me: what's your pleasure? Traditional start? Or full gallop?"

"Hmmm. Mine? Given what you're working with ---" I took a step closer, ran a finger under the long string of pearls that landed right above her cleavage "--- may wanna come on the scene like Lady Godiva."

"That's how you'd have me come?"

Jesus. "Just considering, huh? I thought you didn't do business with my kind," I said, removing my hand, but letting it drift away slowly. That ultra-fine cashmere blend felt - dare I say it - heavenly.

"Are we still discussing business? Or I have I misread?"

I glanced at my watch. "We got a while til sundown." I looked back into those sharp, glinting eyes. "No business for hours. Not a man to deal with for miles."

Raquel brought a hand to my face, swiped a thumb across my lower lip then down, smearing the red lipstick to my chin, admiring her handiwork for a few breathless beats - breathless on my part, that is - before she met my gaze again, and responded.

"Give me a minute. I'll make sure the baby's fast asleep."

I couldn't say if it was when I was getting in some going-down, or if it was when Raquel was strapping up that the sleepy-time cocktail wore off and the waitress slipped out of the house, but the series of borderline belligerent texts from Dean sure pulled me out of a helluva afterglow.

The short version was that she'd gone to the restaurant for no good reason, then when her co-workers - the ones not on the slab -  started talking about the manager's murder and the subsequent massacre, the brain cells that managed to rub together opted to regale the soon-to-be-stunned folks with so much detail about said deaths that one of them called the cops. Thankfully, brain cells three and four kicked in, and Dean was her phone call after she'd been officially arrested following enough of a quote-unquote confession to convince the powers-that-be she was definitely involved, whether the ditz routine - or the nutbar routine, depending - was for show or not. I managed to shoot a text to Raquel in the time that it took Dean to get back to the motel and pick us up, telling her that we were running behind schedule, but she didn't text back, and there wasn't much time to dwell on it, because, well, Sam.

I knew when Sam made with the flirting and the come-ons that it was an act, didn't even need to check the tap to know he and Dean had made a plan that morning while they were out chasing the fake lead, all to try and get one over on me, go after the mara on their own after the cakewalk of dispatching the trio - presumptive arrogant dicks - wanting to keep me busy, even if it meant Sam had to do the dirty work while Dean went off alone to finish up the recon.

Which was bad. Very bad. Extremely bad.

Sam had barely gotten his mouth around a nipple when my brain started screeching out a red alert, and I sat up so quickly, he rolled off the bed, bumping his head on the night stand.

"It was a set!" I shouted.

"The hell?!" he shouted back, rubbing the bump.

"Last night," I answered, quickly getting dressed. "Dean. Where was he?"

"What?" Sam asked with a frown, getting to his feet.

"Cut the bullshit, Sam, this is serious!" I exclaimed, whipping back around. "Stop with the fuck-her-incoherent plan for a second, all right?"

"What?" he repeated, but there wasn't much of a question in his tone.

"I know that you know I'm not all what I've put myself out there to be, and I also know that you know that I know this right here isn’t anything legit, so listen up: you're right. Dean's right. I'm a liar. But I'm not lying now."

"Sure you aren't."

"Dean's in real danger."

I don't know what the expression on my face looked like, but Sam immediately stiffened and gulped - he'd heard me loud and clear. 

"Tell me," he said, hustling to get his clothes back on.

"You first - when Dean got laid last night, do you know who it was?"

Sam looked at me, puzzled. "The waitress was at the club ---"

"NO!" I yelled, threw one of his shoes at him, which he dodged. "Focus! In the car, dumbass! Who did he fuck in the car? Did he say a name? Did you see her, like was she the bartender at the restaurant, or was the medical examiner a chick, or ----"

"I don't underst ----"

Since he was officially being of no use to me, I bolted out of there, took a sharp left, started banging on the door of Dean’s room; the waitress finally opened it nigh on the twenty-thousandth pound, standing there cool as could be with that rat's nest of bleach piled atop her head, the near see-through joke of a blouse replaced by an old black tee of Dean's.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, sweetly, politely, even though there was a slight grunt underneath her words, seeing as how I'd shoved her ass to the side, plowing ahead to the bathroom where I rightly assumed the confirmation of my gut feeling was located.

"Oh fuck me," I said for the second - okay, more than that, but in this sense - time that day.

"I got almost all of my mascara off it," said the waitress, coming up behind me. "I didn't realize it was so nice."

She'd washed it out in the sink, that shirt-turned-snotrag that I’d found under the seat and handed to her earlier, and it was now hanging over the shower rod. It reeked of motel shampoo, and the mascara hadn't really come out, just gotten smudged around into grey stains that made the cream cardigan look like a jaundiced leopard. I reached up, pulled it down, closed my eyes briefly before I read the tag, even though I knew. I just fucking knew.

CHANEL

"It's, um, not yours, is it?" she asked.

I threw the cardigan into the tub as I turned to her with a look for asking such a dumbshit question, one I was now positive she knew the answer to, and not just because it was plain that I wouldn't touch Dean unless it was a proverbial gun-to-head situation.

She jumped slightly, the combo of the sharp splat of the clothing and the fierceness in my eyes rightly startling her. I took a small step forward. She took a big step back.

"Y-your... your eyes are... the, um... they look like how when... when sometimes my ex would take ----"

"Yeah, my pupils start to dial it up to eleven when I get scared or pissed, and I ain't been scared of anything in a long, long time, so guess where I'm at right now."

"Mad at me?"

I grabbed her by the neck, put her up against the wall, and she squirmed, clutched onto my wrist. I didn't choke her, nor did I lift her off the floor, but I had a damn good grip. She needed to get my message. Fast.

"Now I don't give three shits how you play it in front of Sam and Dean, or the rest of the human race for that matter, I really don't, but from here on you're dropping this dimbulb bunny shtick with me, because I get you're legitimately shit-for-brains and too stupid to breathe on most subjects, but not when it comes to people. You're pretty damn good at reading people, aren't you?"

Though she kept hold of my wrist, the halt in the squirming and the chagrined expression on her face was my answer.

"You navigate jobs like stripping and waitressing as pro as they come, and you handled those cops like a boss, and you summed up Dean in a hot second, knew exactly what fantasies to wrap him up in. How am I doing? Reading you?"

A barely-there shrug.

"Thought so. And you're crafty, I read all about how you got yourself out of the marriage to that asshole biker who liked to knock you around. Duke the Douche, your sister liked to call him, wasn’t that it?"

Widened eyes.

"Oh I did my homework on you, you think I wouldn't? So we're done with this sweet little ray of sunshine bullshit. I hate those small-dicked fuckers who hit women ---" I slid my grip up, pressed into her face hard with my fingertips "--- but I got a big dick, and I will break your jaw if the next words out of your mouth aren't in your real voice, and show some real brains, and have some real information, 'cause you don't start talking straight, you're not gonna talk at all, you got me, Malibu Barbie?"

She nodded best she was able, and I let her loose. As she sat on the bed, head dropped, posture slumped, she cleared her throat. And then she started picking at chipped polish on her thumb.

I huffed and crossed my arms. "We're on the clock here!”

Sam chose that moment to enter the room, opening his mouth to no doubt start yelling again, but the waitress beat him to it. Except it wasn't a yell that came out. What came out was a voice that was still light but less breathy, and a good quarter step down on the scales than what we'd heard so far.

"What do you wanna know?"

Sam's eyebrows shot up, looking from her, to me, then back again.

"When did Raquel get back in town?" I asked, getting right to it.

"I'm not sure when, exactly. I'd talked to her on the phone while I was at work the other night."

"We're gonna need to get some exactly. Was it when your manager was playing grab-ass?"

"Mmm-hmm. And I told her I was getting scared, being all alone. That the FBI was in town investigating those murders."

"And you told her about the murders? That they were your roommates’ boyfriends?"

"Uh-huh."

"And she made a beeline back, so you wouldn't be by yourself."

Another set of nods. "But she said she didn't want me to miss out on a good time, that I needed to get out of the house for some fun, get my mind off it, so she'd go with me to the club opening, hang around til I felt comfortable." The waitress paused and gasped. "She's okay, right? Did anything happen to Raquel? She was home when I left today..." A puzzled look briefly crossed her face. "I think she had company over, because I heard ----"

"Yeah, yeah, she's great, she's fine," I interrupted. I turned slightly to Sam, including him on the next level of my sleuthing. "I have the feeling that together, the two of you will fill in some big gaps. I want you ---" I pointed at the waitress "--- to tell everything Raquel said about last night, and you ---" my finger went in Sam's direction "--- to tell everything Dean said."

They both looked at me blankly.

"On your marks! Get set!" I prompted, and in my most threatening tone.

Sam went first. "Ah, well ---” He paused, glanced at the waitress. “Listen, I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything, but Dean... he sometimes just ---”

The waitress cut him off. “It’s okay, Sam, I know he slept with somebody else. It’s not like we’re dating. Go ahead. Tell her whatever he said.”

And what Dean said was this: it seemed while Sam and I had been up to some legitimate dirty work the day prior, in the time between the morgue and the trio’s meltdown, Dean had decided to park himself at a bar and sulk over how the waitress was planning on having a ball without him. So after striking out with the hot co-ed bartender - god, just so unbelievably predictable - who'd reportedly called him "geezer", he took his bitter ass over to the club, despite the soiree being invitation-only. And he spotted someone more his age leaning against a light post to the side of the building, puffing on a pale pink Fantasia, someone who put that baby bartender to shame, someone who was an absolute dish, tips to toes, tall and curvy, looking like she'd just hopped off a vintage Hollywood poster.

And ol' Raquel knew him on sight, courtesy of the suck-face selfies the waitress had showed off of the two of them, bragging about what a tough guy he was, how charming, how he had all the right moves. Given the waitress' foul taste in men, and the way she was a damn dirtbag magnet in general, Raquel likely presumed Dean was one more in an ever-growing line. The waitress reported that Raquel hated the professor for stringing along roomie Monroe, and she loathed the long-time boyfriend of roomie Loren for stringing her along since junior high.

"Oh shit," I muttered, bringing a hand to my forehead. I'd inadvertently had two of the mara's prime targets taken out. At least she didn't know; if she had, she'd have likely tried to rail me in the not-so-fun way.

"Oh shit, what?" the waitress asked, and it broke me out of my thoughts.

"What came next? Did Raquel tell you she was leaving?" I asked as my reply.

"Mmm-hmm, because she’d met a guy. She said she’d stay if I was still nervous. But I told her it was okay, because my friends were..." the waitress began, but trailed off.

"They're dead, we know, gotta keep moving honeythighs," I said with a few snaps of my fingers, which caused Sam to glare at me as he sat on the bed next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. I sighed, opted to move her along without going full-tilt bitch. For now. “When did you know it was Dean - was it the sweater?”

Sam cut in, speaking to the waitress. "Time out - your roommate is the person who --- I don't ---" He looked to me. "She's the reason you think Dean's in trouble? I mean, you know this woman?"

"So do you.”

The waitress’ eyes grew wide as she stared at Sam. “You slept with Raquel, too?” Then, softly - “Wow.” Softer - “Ew.”

Sam frowned at her, then brought his eyes to mine with a look that said Spill it.

“You do. Well. You know her work," I said, hoping my return look conveyed my meaning, and boy howdy, did it.

Sam glanced down at himself, or rather, at his now-rumpled Fed gear. "Let me change," he told us, standing and rushing over to his bag.

"We'll be in the car," I replied, then gestured at our clearly clueless third wheel to gather up her stuff - and once we were settled, she started gathering some clues.

Leaning forward, resting folded arms on the back of the front seat, brow knit, she asked, "How did you know it was Raquel? I don't get how it has to do with Dean being in trouble. He's not in trouble with me. So you and Sam don't have to be upset on my account."

I fought the urge to pop her in her perpetually pouty lips, but instead just shifted to look at her. "I met the ol' girl earlier, noticed she was wearing the shell to that sweater set. Not many people dress like that around here. And it was crammed under the front seat, and he’d gotten his panties in a twist when Sam had put you in back last night. I put p-and-v together, like a good investigator does."

"But you investigate..."

The question trailed off and no babbles followed, so I took in the sight of myriad light bulbs firing up behind her eyes. "Go ahead.” I gave a quick point to the motel. “Apparently hair care's taking priority over certain death, we got a minute or two.”

“Is Raquel who you guys have been looking for? You think she did... that she's been murdering people when she was out of town? Because she wasn't? Wasn't out of town? She was in town? And she was ---"

"Yes. I'm saying Raquel came back in town and killed your manager."

"But she didn't kill the boyfriends or the people at ---"

"No."

"No?"

Shit. "Yes. They're, ah.... they fit her M.O. No to the club."

"’Cause she has an alibi,” the waitress said, glancing to her left, at the scene of Dean’s crime. Looking back up, she asked, “So Raquel’s, like, a for real serial killer?" A beat or two, a few of the bulbs ratcheting up the wattage."Oooh, orrrrrr...."

"Yeah. Or."

What felt like millennia of silence passed before the waitress spoke up again. "Can I ask you something? About something you said earlier?"

At that moment, Sam came out of the room, hair perfect, weapons bag thrown over a shoulder. I started the engine as I responded. "What?"

"You have a dick?"

I rolled my eyes. "Metaphor. Do I need to explain what a metaphor is?"

A sheepish look immediately hit her face. "Maybe?"

"Later."

WEDNESDAY, 5:38 p.m.

"You think she's going to kill Dean how she killed our other roommates' boyfriends, don't you?"

Sam and I looked up from our weapons assembly to stare at the waitress, surprised.

We'd broken into the diner on the modest main street, the one that had been our go-to lunch and late-night-dinner stop. They'd have normally been open and hopping, but the mayor had initiated a curfew; triple homicide plus mass murder'll light a fire under even the sleepiest of towns. It was a little extreme - everyone should be closed for business at 5:00, everyone should be locked in their houses at 8:00 - but it worked perfectly for me. I had no doubt my boss' attachés were in town, likely put their finger on the scale so that Recovery would have full run of the area.

"Do you think that's why she... why she did it?" the waitress added. "To see if he was a cheater? I told her we weren't serious."

"She's not your friend," Sam said, but gently.

"You think that's what it was, though, right?"

"Maybe she got the impression you like Dean more than you let on," Sam suggested, resulting in an instant down-turned look from the waitress as response, yet just as suddenly, she raised her head again, back to her bright, bubbly - and in this instance, clearly faked - persona.

"Hey, I bet you guys are hungry. Or, you will be after you're done... um, working. I'm gonna get going on some food, okay? Okay!"

She'd barely finished her sentence before turning and heading in the direction of the kitchen. I opened my mouth to call out and tell her not to bother, to just sit still for once. Sam put a hand on my arm.

"Let her feel useful," he advised.

I jerked my arm away, went back to looking over the arsenal we had laid out across the tables of three booths. Between the two of us, it was decently impressive. Impressive for most anything other than a mara of Raquel's caliber, anyway, that I made sure of - last thing I wanted was her incapacitated. Long as they worked her down to the level I could get her non-corporeal and pop her into that pandora gizmo (be still my heart, in-house coven and some FedEx-worthy transportation spell work), then I was gold.

"I don't know that our team will get here in time to nail the bitch, but this'll at least keep her busy, help you get Dean out of whatever bondage she's got him into," I commented. Lied. Whatever.

"So they are coming?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. Locked and loaded."

"Why do you think she'll go after Dean? Won't she have bigger issues to worry about, with them breathing down her neck?"

"What loyalty she thought Dean should have to Barbarella was beyond me, but suffice to say she took it for a test run, and he failed, and given that she couldn’t get her rocks off with the two long-time sources of her ire, it makes sense that the manager’s comeuppance was gore-a-palooza. Still. I met the broad, she's intense. No way that one asshole satisfied the craving. Especially since he wasn't actually involved with anyone at their Playboy mansion."

Sam nodded, began sticking various weapons on him, but when he started to put his jacket on, he noted me pulling out my case of toothpicks and froze. "Um, that's your prep work? You're not going to change clothes? Maybe bother with getting yourself locked and loaded?"

“Nope,” I replied, sticking the pick in my mouth and returning the case to my pocket. “I’m staying here with the waitress. Hold down the fort. Make sure she doesn’t add to the mess your brother’s gotten us in.”

He pulled his jacket on the rest of the way, straightened it with a sharp tug, and huffed as he ran a hand through his hair. Then he looked me dead in the eye, saying, "I could actually use your help, you know."

I shrugged. "She needs it more."

"Because you care so much about her," he shot back, the words coated in sarcasm.

"Has nothing to do with caring, it's just logical. You and Dean are a team, can practically read each others' minds. Like I told you before: it’s hunting 101. Limit liabilities in the field.”

“Thanks for the tutorial, it’s my first day.”

“I'd be a distraction. One of us could bite the dust."

"What, because I care so much about you?"

I snickered. "Oh honey, no. Because I care so much about me. It wouldn't matter if the sensible thing - you know, greater good and all that - meant you needed to handle some goon when another had Dean against the wall, you'd turn your back on what mattered just to rush to his side."

"Turn my back on... Right. Yeah. Since Dean doesn't matter."

"Are you leaving at any point in the next century? To scoop up whatever's left of Mr. What Matters?"

"You're a bitch," he muttered as he stormed by me, knocking into my shoulder on purpose.

"You’re a large-diameter dickhole," I muttered back; then, louder, as he walked out the door, I got in one final dig. "Have a stellar Wednesday! Fingers crossed it doesn’t turn out Tuesday!"

He shot me a bird without turning around.

I locked the door behind him, put the half-drawn blinds down all the way, and turned off all the lights except for the ones directly over the counter seating area, to make it look good for the waitress. She came out of the kitchen to find me taking off my suit jacket and hanging it on the hand-carved coat rack by the door. So, so quaint this joint - I hoped it'd catch on fire.

"We're closed!" she said, but when she saw it was me, a tiny frown hit her face. "Did I not hear the bell ding?"

"You did. Sam's off and running. It’s just us girls," I replied, walking over and plopping down on a stool. "So what's cooking?"

"Nothing yet, I'm just getting some burgers and a pie ready to go for when they come back."

"They may not come back."

"You think they'll leave without saying bye?"

I gave her a look. "What did I say about the playing dumb?"

She blinked a few times, then softly said, "Oh." After a pause, she added, "I guess it's a habit."

I took her in for a moment - minus the mascara still holding on from the night prior (fuck if I knew how, I'd have to ask her the brand), her face was clean of makeup, revealing a barely-there touch of freckles. Her hair was in a smooth ponytail, the clip-in extensions coming out when she took it down from the messy bun, and she looked fantastic. And I told her so.

She let out a near soap opera-level gasp. "Really? Seriously?"

"Lookit, if all that other shit makes you happy, I mean, you do you. But from where I sit, it doesn't seem to, and it seems like a real pain in the ass to deal with every day."

She snickered and nodded. "It's not cheap, either. But that’s what Dolly says. Takes a lot of money to look so cheap."

I grinned. "See, there? Smart cookie. You don't have to play dumb to be attractive. Trust me, the kind of men that attracts? The kind who don't even bother to remember your name? Not worth your time, anyway. I think you know that."

"Men like Dean?"

"Like Dean. He's a mess of trouble sewn into a sack of squirrel."

"You don't like him very much... I mean, the way you talk to him... talk about him..."

"I'm pushing him because he tends to get pulled off course by women, whether it’s chicks like you or his landfill of mommy issues, and I'll let you in on a secret: he's getting closer and closer to a real grade-A cunt back on the home front. He needs to get done with her so that he - and Sam - can really start getting down to business. Like I'm trying to get down to business. With you."

"I don't understand. I’m not playing dumb, I promise."

"I didn't come here for some creature, the mara wasn't my mission - neither were they, them being here was a surprise. A kinda nice one. See, my assignment was to get to you."

She eyed me warily. "What do you want with me? T-to... are y-you... gonna kill me?"

I laughed. "No, no, pumpkin - I try not to get my hands dirty nowadays. But I'll tell you another secret: I was behind the first two dirtbags taking dirt naps."

Her eyes got wide. "Are you really the creature? Not Raquel?"

"Oh she's the real deal. We knew about your roomies and their troubled love lives from profiling you, and her cover was way good. Don't get me started on our surveillance team."

"O-okay, I won't."

"That asshat manager of yours was an unplanned bonus, so was Raquel, but earmarking those other creeps as the ones to be taken out instead of some rando townsfolk was just me being... nice."

"You don't seem very nice."

I tapped her forehead with my finger. "See. Like I said. Smart. Ditch the dumb act for good. This looks prettier on you."

"But I don't get it - why'd you do that? Have them killed?"

"I wanted to scare you."

The waitress blanched. "It... it worked. But ---"

I reached out, took her hand. "I need you to go back home."

She stared at me, opened and closed her mouth a few times, then inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath which didn't do a thing to bring any color back to her cheeks.

"You need to patch up whatever went down between you and your sister. You know. The one who works at that low-rent wing joint called Cooter's, which should be getting sued any time now."

That got a response. "We haven't... it's been years."

"Your sis is roomies with a gal that my company's very interested in - but she's about to screw herself over with all the partying she's starting to do with said sister. She's gotta be as pure as a newborn babe... well, maybe not that clean, but at least on paper, she needs to be close if she's going to get her foot in the door with a politician who’s going to be a big damn deal. And you’re going to teach her how to be a class act."

"I don't know anything about ----"

"You will. Because I'm going to teach you."

The waitress pulled her hand away, took several slow steps back, shaking her head as she went.

I stood, began to walk around the counter. "Don't you think you've spent enough time on the run? Doesn't matter what name Dean calls you, 'cause it's not your real one."

Now her face flushed. "Well... I bet your name's not real either!"

"I bet you're right." I came to a stop right in front of her. “This gal is real, real important. And we don’t want your sister to play the part of mentor, we checked her out, and - no offense? - her idiot act is legit. There’s that, and the weed. She’s a space cadet, but you? You’re a diamond in the rough. Not to mention? You’ll be rewarded. Oh baby girl, will you ever.”

Another round of silence, some looking around at anything and everything that wasn’t me, and when she met my gaze again, I knew I had her when she asked, “So who is she?”

“Your new best friend is one Kelly Kline.”

The lights suddenly began flickering. Car alarms went off. I felt a small vibration up to my ankles as the ground briefly shook. Shouting floated our way from somewhere down the street. The Impala’s engine came and went. Then, in the not-so-far distance came the sound of galloping, and it got closer, and closer, and fast, the sharp clomps on the pavement indicating our favorite mare was not wasting any time.

“What is all that?” the waitress whispered.

I smiled, shot her a wink as I answered. 

“It’s showtime.”

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Author’s Note #1: I am profusely sorry for the lateness of the completion of this story. The draft for the final parts was accidentally deleted, and then I had an out-of-the-blue thing, and then I lost my mojo on this story, blah-blah-biscuits, excuses and whatnots. Mea culpas all around, especially to the folks whose challenges this included. I won’t do this with challenges again, cross mah heart.

Author’s Note #2: My personal challenge was to see if I could seamlessly integrate more than a few prompts (okay, sooo… between y'all & some from my own challenge, it ended up around 20… what’re you staring at?) without the challengers feeling shorted & without you all noticing what they were. Why?

Even without the bolding of prompts that authors often include, sometimes they don’t feel like they “fit” with the writer’s typical style/cadence, at least for me. So see if you can guess them & be the judge of if I pulled it off.

The challengers are all being noted below, however the prompts won’t be revealed til the last installment. [There’s one that stretches throughout, and I didn’t want to ruin the ending!]

It is *not* my expectation the Challengers read this whole thing/beyond the part where their prompt(s) were (especially poor Melissa, whose prompt is the one that spans the entire shebang!), cross-my-heart!

Author’s Note #3: I’m also not gonna use the tags for all the challengers anymore because I’d given y’all the link to the master post way-back-when for inclusion in your challenge round-up posts/lists, hope that’s okay - besides, I’m finishing this up so late from when it started, I’m doubting you’re following your tags anymore. Did I mention I apologize? I’m *so* apologizing.

Author’s Note #4: All my stories (save the pure humor & goofy AU) are set in the same “universe”, and Top of the World readers may wanna pay attention to this one, in particular. ;) They’re getting an epilogue to this that contains some juicy behind-the-scenes tidbits in celebration of the completed first “season” and the premiere of season two later this summer, which is loooong overdue! (Wait, it’s August, is summer technically over? Okay, then, late summer/early fall. Eek.)

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@kas-not-cas​ - #Kas’ 2.5K dialogue challenge

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@katymacsupernatural - #katys wish upon a star challenge [1/2]

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@kathaswings​  -  #Lina’s chiliad

@deansdirtyduchess​ [the artist FKA melissaj616] - #Melissa Celebrates!

@idreamofhazel​ - #hazels throwback challenge

…..and of course, #Nash200s

Also in past parts, the “JUST FOR KICKS” pair….

@theblackharrystyles [the artist FKA blackcaptainrogers, FFKA senselesssamii ] - #Samii gets scary

@impala-dreamer​  -  #Dreamer’s OP4A Challenge  

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Hawkesbury Junction

Today’s cruise took us from Hungerfield Bridge to Hawkesbury Junction, or from A to B on the map below!

This was a meandering journey which would have taken twice as long if we had travelled along all the old loops! In many ways there wasn’t much of note, apart from having to replace the foot bridge which swings across the canal between Rose Narrowboats hire centre and their work yards, this was accomplished with Martin putting the boat into tick over, jumping off and moving the rickety bridge before hopping back on as Penelope moved out of the narrow section.

Rose Narrowboats has a special place in my heart as it was where I first went on a narrowboat holiday with Martin and his friends Rex and Sylvia 40 years ago almost to the month!

We hired a boat called Swan Lake and travelled down to Oxford for a week before turning round and Martin and I left Sylvia and some of their children joined them and took over crewing 😊

Beyond the boat yard after much wandering back and forth we reach a place called Ansty, which I believe is twinned with Royston Vasey. The canal passes through the village high up on an embankment. In many ways it would be a good spot to stop, especially as the village has a club room with a bar, but the people who have bought houses at the foot of the embankment complained that people in moored boats would be able to look into their upstairs windows so the CRT have made the whole village a no mooring area!

After a delightful stretch alongside the M6 😳 the canal wriggles its way to Hawkesbury Junction and Sutton Stop where the Oxford canal meets the Coventry canal.

Sutton Stop is the stop lock with a rise of 12 inches (Yah boo sucks, Boris, we canal dwellers never stopped using imperial measurements!) which acts as a barrier between the two canals who were locked into fierce arguments during the building of this stretch of the waterways. The lock acts to isolate the water of the Oxford canal which is slightly higher that the Coventry canal. The other notable thing about this Junction is the sharp 90 degree bend you have to turn as you leave the stop lock and join the Coventry canal. The Greyhound pub is ideally located to provide entertainment for the drinkers as people struggle to get round, the aim being to do it in one move, fortunately Martin was at the helm so we made it safely.

The pump engine house is still standing although sadly the Newcomen Steam Engine, named The Lady Godiva (what else?!) was decommissioned in 1913 and removed. This engine used to pump water from the coal mines at Bedworth and the surrounding area and supply the canal.

We moored just beyond the pump house just in time to avoid the rain, but later went for a walk down the towpath where there were some interesting carvings on the benches and metalwork on the bridge.

A peaceful night and a very chilly morning, only 14 degrees so the fire went on again - but as usual by lunch time the sun is kicking in and the boat is almost too warm, although I think Martin appreciates it when he comes in off the back of the boat!