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layce2015 · 1 year

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Sin City

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Bobby was working on the Colt, while Dean and I were melting metal into bullets when Sam walks in. "Hey." He said and we look up at him. "Hey, what's up?" Dean asked him. "Might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop." Sam replied. "Well, that's thrilling." I mutter, sarcastically.

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens." Sam said. "Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker." Dean said to him. "Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln." Sam said.

"Where in Ohio?" I asked him. "Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt." Sam said and Dean sighs. "There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach." He said and I roll my eyes at but I smile. "Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time." I said as I pat his shoulder and Sam chuckles.

"How's it going, Bobby?" Sam asked him. "Slow." Bobby said. "Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that." Dean said to him. "Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick." Bobby said.

"So what makes it tick?" Sam asked and Bobby looks up at him, not amused. Sam holds his hands up in amusement. "So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio…" I said as I rise up from my chair then I turn to Bobby and said, teasingly and with a straight-face. "...you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?"

The boys chuckle while Bobby stares at me, incredulously. "Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you." Bobby replied and I smile at him. "All right, come on, we're wasting the daylight, boys." I said to them and Dean starts to get up.

"See you, Bobby." Sam said and we start to leave. "Hey!" Bobby shouts and we turn to him. "You three run into anything — anything — you call me." He said and we nod and head out.

"There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide - I saw it myself." Father Gil said to us as the boys and I, now dressed in suits, walk along side of him as we enter the church. "Well, this shouldn't take long, then." Dean said and Gil sighs then points towards the balcony.

"That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday." He said. "When did he stop?" Sam asked him. "Probably about...two months ago? Right around the time everything else started to change." Gil replied.

"Change how?" I asked, curiously. "Oh, let's just say this used to be a town...you could be proud of. People...cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just...wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was..." Gil said as he started to struggle for words.

"Possessed?" Sam and I asked in unison. "You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes, like a switch had flipped." Gil said. "Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?" Sam asked him.

"Sure, Tony Perkins." Gil replied. "Tony Perkins." I said , nodding. "Good man." Gil said. "Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day, too?" I asked him and he looks over at me, slightly shocked. "I never thought about it that way, but...yes. about the same time as Andy — about two months ago." He said.

"Well, thank you, Father. Appreciate your time." Dean said and we begin to walk away then Sam begins to speak in an undertone. "Two months ago, we open up the devil's gate, all of a sudden this town turns into Margaritaville? It's no coincidence." Sam said and Dean and I nod.

We make it to the hotel and enter our room, Dean chuckles then elbows me and nods at the mirrors on the ceiling. I scoff and shake my head when the door across the hall opens.

"Richie." Dean said as he looks over and the other guy looks up. "I don't believe it." Dean said as Richie smiles. "Hey, Dean...Winchester, right?" He said. "Yeah." Dean said when a tall scantily dressed girl appears from Richie’s room.

"This is my sister, uh, Cheryl." He said. "Hey." She said and the boys and I stare at her. "Cheryl." Dean said as Richie hands Cheryl some money. "There." He said to her and she leaves. "Well, you know...stepsister." Richie said, shrugging, and Dean shakes his head, slightly.

"Come on in." Dean said and Richie comes into the room. "This is my brother, Sam." Dean said as he gestures towards Sam. "And this is my girlfriend, (y/n)." Dean said and Richie nods. "Hey. How you doing?" He asked. "Not too bad." Sam said as I nod at him.

"How do you two know each other?" I asked, gesture towards Dean and Richie "Sam was in school and you, I think, were with your dad." Dean said. "It was that succubus, in Canarsie right?" Richie said to Dean. "Yeah, yeah." Dean said. "Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to gank her." Richie said. "Whoa, whoa. Wait. Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up." Dean said and Richie chuckles.

"Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was." He said. "Richie, Richie, know what? I told you then and I'll tell you again — you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed." Dean said and Richie's phone rings.

"Talk to me." He said into his phone then he turns to Dean. "FYI, Winchester — words hurt." He said and I chuckle as Richie goes back to his phone. "Yeah? No, it's not a good time, babe. Later." He said while Dean gives a look towards us. Then Richie hangs up.

"So you find anything in this town, anyway?" Dean asked him. "Ah, no. I got nothing. Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?" Richie said. "Yeah." Dean said. "No, I got nothing." Richie said. "Typical. What about your sister back there?" Dean asked. "Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?" Richie said and Dean gives him a look of disapproval.

"Right. Seriously. Church guy, hobby-shop guy — they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Hey maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it." Richie said. "Yeah, that's where we are, too." I said. "You know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in this town. You know, raising hell—" Sam said. "Yeah, but why would a demon blow his brains out?" Dean asked. "Well, for fun? You know he wrecks one body, moves to another. You know, like taking a stolen car for a joyride." Richie said.

"Anybody else left in the town that fits the profile — you know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?" I asked. "There's Trotter." Richie said. "Who's that?" Sam asked. "Well, he used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden? Brought in the gambling, the hookers. ...Ah, he practically owns this whole town." Richie said.

"Know where we could find him?" Sam asked him. "Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours." Richie said to us.

Later, the boys and I pull up in the Impala. The town in buzzing, it looks like Mardi Gras — people wandering around with cocktails, sexy girls, and lots of action. "I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town." Dean said to Sam as he looks around. "It is. At least, it's supposed to be." Sam said.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do some research." Dean said and I punch his arm. "Ow!" He said and I raise an eyebrow. "I was kidding!" He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Mmmhmm. I'm sure. Just to remind you, I know my way around guns and knives." I said. "Careful, princess, jealous doesn't look good on you." He said and I give a playful glare at him.

He smirks at me then he leans down and kissed my cheek as we head into the bar.

We thread our way through the crowded bar. People were drinking and dancing and seem to be having a good time. Up ahead, we see Richie as he brushes past a woman and approaches us. He's wearing a somewhat shiny orange short-sleeved shirt halfway unbuttoned to reveal a white t-shirt underneath.

"Oh, Richie. Look at you." Dean said. "Hey." He said as he and Dean shake hands. "Bringing satin back." I remarked and Richie looks down at his outfit. "Oh, you like this? Try Thai silk — Canal Street. You'd have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Cost to me — fuggedaboutit." Richie said.

"How much is forget about it?" Sam asked. "Ah, forget about it." Richie said, waving his hand, then he points out an older man. "That's Trotter over there. He sits there all night. Can't touch him." He said.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender." Dean said and I turn my head to him. "Like hell you are!" I said and he chuckles. "Besides, me and her, we got a little...somethin'-somethin' lined up for later." Richie said to Dean. "Yeah, right." Dean scoffs.

"Stings, don't it? All right. I got to hit the head, release the hostages. Be back in a few." Richie said and Sam laughs at Richie's general cheesiness as he walks away.

"No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel." Dean said. "You think so?" A voice asked and we turned and see Father Gil sitting nearby. "Oh." Dean laughs. "Busted." I muttered to him. "Sorry, Padre." Dean said to Gil.

"Knew you three would find your way here. They all do." Gil said. "No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?" I asked him. "Like it or not, you go where your flock is." Gil said as the bartender pours him a drink.

"Plus, the clergy drinks for free." She said. "True, and a certain bartender owes me a confession." Gil said to her. "Not in this lifetime, Father." She said, smiling. "I better see your butt on Sunday." He said then he looks at Dean as he leaves the seat. "Nickel or no nickel." He said and he leaves.

"What can I get you three?" She asked. "What's your speciality?" Dean asked her. "I make a mean hurricane." The bartender said. "I guess we'll see about that." Dean said and she walks away and my jaw clenches at this.

"You drink hurricanes?" Sam asked. "I do now." Dean said. "Do you still want your fingers?" I asked him and he smirks at me. "You know, I'm starting to like this jealous side of you. It's kinda hot." He said and I glare at him.

"Hey." Sam said as he hits our arm and points towards two men ar a pool table nearby. One guy raises his gun and shoots the second guy point-blank in the forehead. The crowd erupts in chaos and the shooter aims the gun at his own head.

Dean runs and tackles him to the ground. Sam and I make our way over to them and Sam surreptitiously splashes holy water on him. But the man seems really surprised and outraged by being splashed with water, but doesn't sizzle.

"What are you doing?!" He asked, annoyed, and the boys and I share a look then the man mutters to himself. "He slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!" He said.

"Somebody call 911!" Sam shouts and the bartender runs off.

We were standing in the bar as the cop arrested the shooter and take him away. Then one of the officers comes up to us. "You three ready for your mug shots?" He asked us and the boys and I look at him, nervously, and the cop hastens to reassure us. "The photographer's gonna be here in a few, and...take your picture for the local paper." He said.

"Be an honor, Officer. What a thrill!" Dean said, relieved but also was giving a fake enthusiasm. The officer nods and walks away then I turn to the boys. "Yep, time to go." I said. "Wait a second. Wait a second." Dean said and we look over at him.

"What?" Sam and I asked him. "Where's Richie?" He asked and we shrugged. We looked around the bar as we leave but didn't find Richie so then we head out.

Later, at a different bar, Dean was sitting at a table, a large burger in front of him. His phone was up on his ear but he hangs it up and looks at it, speculatively.

"You do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?" I said to Dean as Sam returns with some beers for us. "How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?" Dean grumbles. "Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed." Sam said as he sits down.

"He's a moron. I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail. I got to go find him." Dean said. "I'll come with you." I said. "All right. Meanwhile I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy." Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here." Sam said. "Or maybe he likes you." I remarked and Dean snorts with laughter. "Ha ha, very funny." Sam said as he gets up and leaves.

Dean was able to track Richie's phone which lead us to a large house. We searched the house and found Richie's dead body in the basement, which looked like a place where a ritual could happen. I gasped while Dean stood there and stared at Richie's body. "Damn it." He mutters as he goes over to Richie. "Dean, I'm so sorry." I said and he shakes his head.

"Sam!" Dean shouts, annoyed, into his phone sometime later. We finished giving Richie a hunter funeral and decided to go back to the bar to hunt down that bartender. Dean and I came up with a plan to get her attention towards Dean and she would bring him back to her place down into the basement. That's where Dean would trap her as we drew a devil's trap under the rug in the basement.

Dean went to call Sam but it seems that Sam had to get off of the phone, quickly, as he hung up on Dean. "Sam okay?" I asked him. "Yeah, uh, he said he'd be back here in 20 minutes, so meet up with him and if I'm not back, come find me...or not, I don't care which way." Dean said. "Okay." I said, rolling my eyes. "Good." He said.

"Just remember that whatever I say, I don't mean it." I said as he looks me over. "I know." He said and we share a quick kiss before he heads into the bar.

I stand outside of the door as I watch him sit at the bar and order a drink. He gets the drink from the bartender then another woman, in scantily clothing, comes up to him and gives him a seductive smile and talks to him.

I felt a lump in my throat and anger in my chest as I take a deep breath and storm into the bar. "Are you freaking kidding me?!" I shout as I go over to Dean, who looks up at me in shocked. "Honey, it's not what you think!" He said and I stnad in front of him and fold my arms.

"Oh really?! That's what you said about that bitch from the other night!" I shouted and Dean gives a look of shock and a bit of fright. "You know what? Forget it! Just...just.." I stammered as I try to summon some tears to make it look real. I immediately started to think about my dad and his last moments and this brought tears to my eyes.

Then I glared up at Dean and said. "Screw you! Never talk to me again!" Then I turned and left the bar as Dean calls out to me but I continued to walk out. "Baby, please!" Dean said and he goes to grab my arm. I turn to him and slap him across the face, yank my arm out of his hand then I walk out and away from the door as I wipe the tears from my eyes and composed myself.

I hope that was convincing enough for the bartender to talk to Dean. He'll charm her and then she'll feel pity for him and take him home. Normal girls would hate this plan but I trust Dean enough that nothing will happen, he hasn't given me a reason to not trust him...as a boyfriend that is.

Eventually, I saw Dean and the bartender walk out of the bar together and I stepped to the side of the bar so they wouldn't see me. Dean looks over his shoulder and sees me and I give him a nod then he gives me a wink before he turns back ahead and walk with the woman.

After walking around a bit, I make my way back to the bar and see Sam coming out of the building. "(Y/n)!" Sam said as he comes over to me. "I thought you'd be with Dean?" He asked. "We found out that that bartender is a demon and she had killed Richie. Dean said he'd take care of it but it's been awhile and I'm getting worried. I meant to meet up with you sooner but...I lost track of time." I said and Sam nods.

"I know where to go." He said and he grabs my arm and we head out.

We make it to the house and knocked on the front door. The door swings open and we look at it but decided to go through it anyway. "Dean?" Sam calls out. "Dean?" I said as we check out the place.

I step forward and hear a weird noise under my feet. I look down and see I had stepped on little pink piggy slippers. I shake my head and kicked them aside then we look at a picture of the bartender with a guy, and a cross necklace hanging on top of it.

Sam sees something behind it and reaches around it them pulls his fingers back which were covered in yellow powder. "Sulfur." Sam mutters and I nod.

"Bobby, It's (y/n). We got a big problem. Sam and I found some sulfur, and now we can't find Dean. Call me as soon as you get this." I said into my phone as Sam talks to the barman once we make it back to the bar.

I hang up and look over at Sam, who was annoyed. "So what did he say?" I asked. "Nothing." Sam replied and I sighed then looked over to see Father Gil sitting at a booth. Sam and I exchange a look then approach him.

"Father." Sam said and he looks up at us. "Yes?" He said. "Um...can we, can we talk to you for a sec?" Sam asked and he nods and we take a seat across from him. "So, the, the bartender the other night, Casey. You know her pretty well?" Sam asked Gil, who nods. "Since she was in pigtails." He replied.

"Well, um, she and my brother, they, uh...they...left tonight. Together." Sam said. "Ah. Well...not that I approve, but they are consenting adults." Gil said. "Right." Sam and I said. "I, I'm sorry. You said brother. I thought the three of you were insurance investigators?" Gil asked. "Right, right. Well, well we are. Um, it's like, it's like a family business, you know? And (y/n) here, is an old family friend." Sam said. "Ah." Gil said.

"Anyways, so, we went to Casey's apartment, and they weren't there. Sam and I just have this feeling that they...that they might be in trouble." I said. "What kind of trouble?" Gil asked. "Just...trouble. Dean has a, how you say, a magnet for trouble." I said and Gil looks us over.

"Look, please, Father, we need your help. Is there anything you could tell me about Casey — anyplace she'd go, maybe...?" Sam asked. "Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket." Gil said as he gets up. "No, wait, wait, wait, Father. (Y/n) and I can do this by ourself." Sam said. "Son, if Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about." Gil said as he stands and puts on his coat.

"Shall we go?" He asked as he has his back to us and straightens his coat. "Yeah." Sam said and we leave the bar.

"So, insurance investigating. You enjoy the work?" Gil asked us. "Yeah." I replied as Gil drives hs. "Yeah, yeah, I...like being able to help people." Sam said. "Ever think about doing anything else?" Gil asked. "Like what?" Sam and I asked in unison. "Mmm, anything. You two seem like pretty smart kids. Somehow I see both of you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things." He said.

"I don't know. I like doing what I'm doing, I guess." Sam said. "Yeah, same here." I said and Gil nods. "Well, it's your life." He said. "And you said that, uh...Dean?" He said to me and I nod. "You said Dean is a magnet for trouble?" He asked and I nod. "Yeah, if he isn't causing it, it'll follow him." I said and Gil chuckles.

We pull up in front of Casey's home, then we get out of the car and start walking towards the home. "Dean?!" Sam calls out but no reply. "Dean!" I shouted and we come upon the front door. "Dean!" Sam and I shout as he pounds door.

"Check that way." Gil said and Sam and I walk off in the other direction around the house. "(Y/n)! Sam!" Dean's voice calls out. "Dean?" Sam and I called out. "Guys, down here! The basement caved in!" Dean shouted as we come up to a grate and see him.

"Dean. Hey, hold on, okay? We're coming. All three of us." I said. "Three of us?" Dean said, confused. "We're here with the Father." Sam replied and Dean turns to look behind him then looked back at us.

"Guys, be careful." Dean said, warningly. Sam and I turn around and see Gil with black eyes. I gasped just as a shot is fired just past Gil's head, destroying a small statute.

He whips around and we see Bobby holding the Colt. Gil then uses his powers to fling him aside then throws Sam into the windscreen of the Impala. I start to run at him but then he flings me back and I hit something hard and I blackout.

I groan as I start to come back to to see Bobby over me. "You alright, girlie?" He asked me as I sit up. "Yeah, just peachy." I said then I noticed Sam wasn't around. "Where's Sam?" I asked. "He just ran inside the house." Bobby said and I get up and make my way into the house.

I just make it towards the basement when I heard a gunshot. I come up next to Sam to see Gil was shot, lightning emits from and circles him as he twitches and dies. Sam then points the Colt at Casey.

"Sam, wait!" Dean shouts but Sam shoots her, and the bodies of Casey and Father Gil, no longer possessed, lie dead on the devil’s trap. My eyes widen at this as Dean stares at his brother as he slowly lowers the Colt, and the bodies bleed out.

"Well, what do you think, Bobby?" I asked him as he, Dean and I walk along the busy sidewalk the next morning. "About what we did here, you think it made a difference?" I asked. "Two less demons to worry about. That's not nothing." Bobby said.

"Yeah, but Trotter's still alive." Dean pointed out. "Humans ain't our job." Bobby said. "Yeah, but you think anything's really gonna change? I mean maybe these people do just want to really destroy themselves. Maybe it is...a losing battle." Dean said to Bobby.

"Is that you or the demon girl talking?" I asked Dean. "Ohhhh, it's me. Demon is dead, and so is that girl it was possessing." He said and Bobby sighs. "Well, had to be done. Sam was saving your life." Bobby said. "Yeah, but you didn't see it, Bobby. It was cold." Dean replied. "Yeah, I'd have to admit that it was pretty cold-blooded of him doing that." I said and Bobby looks at us before Dean stops walking.

"Guys, You think...think something's wrong with my brother?" He asked and Bobby and I look over at him. "I mean, honestly, I was worried about you, (y/n), cause the Yellow-eyed demon said that when you came back from...wherever...it might not have been you." Dean said as he looks up at me and I frown, slightly, at this.

"But now I'm wondering...should I be worried about Sam?" He asked and there was a brief pause before Bobby spoke. "No. I'm sure Sam's okay." He said. "Yeah. Yeah, me too." Dean said then he looks over at me and smirks before he takes my hand and we continue our walk.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester

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carltheclown · 1 year

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the owner of this alt: @larathefox

This is my selfshipping sideblog

Right now obsessed with 🚗 & 🚬

Expect to see many silly things :3

Tags: Toshinori💛, Present Mic 🎤, Robot Devil❤, Bender🤖, Spamton💲, Calculon🥂, Fritz Teufel🐱, Clay Puppington🍷, Rod Putty👓, Postal Dude💥, Springtrap🧠, Patrick Bateman🖤, The Mighty Monarch🦋, Danielle Stopframe🏆, James P Sullivan🍬, Rigby 🦝, Brock Samson🔔, The Spot⚪, Woody Pride🌾, Lord Hater❣, Adult Richie Tozier🎈, Caine🦷, Endeavour🔥, Mammon♦️, Omni-Man💪, Homelander🦅, Herobrine🌲, Post Covid Kyle🍁, Post Covid Kenny🌻, Post Covid Cartman🍔, Narrator(Dude, Stop!)❌, Billy Butcher🗑, Daddy Dearest😈, Lemon Demon🍋, Chick Hicks🍏, Adam (Hazbin Hotel)🕊, John Dory🍟, Harvey (Stardew Valley)🏩, Spanky Ham🐷, Dr Eggman🍳, Spider-Ham🐽, Anger (Inside Out)💢, Mr Peterson🏠, Wario🗝, Bill Cipher⚠️, Moloch (Spooky Month)🐃, Mr Line (La Linea)✏, Charlie Dompler🍯, Shnitzel (Chowder)🔧, Cap'n K'nuckles⚓, Ted🐻, Eduardo🍸, Allen the Alien👽, Silly Billy (Vs Yourself FNF mod)🧢, Lumiere🕯, Tankman/Captain🔫, Disney Crushes (Hades, Gaston, Clayton etc.)🌟, Mr Birchum🛠, Jerry Smith👔, AM (ihnmaims)💾, Rick Sanchez 🌀, Jasper Quartz 🧡, Stanley Pines 🎱, Stanford Pines🤚, Turbo/King Candy🚗, TF2 crushes (Spy, Engie, Soldier, Sniper, Medic)🚬

#f/o #pinned post #selfship #selfship blog

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theskeletoninthegarden · 1 year

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The most beloved and wonderful @ididitforthedogs, the steadfast guardian of Her Majesty Queen Peaches-- May She Reign Eternal-- has tagged me in a song URL spelling meme! (I was just about to hunt up some tag-memes, so this is fantastic!)

I tag @iconicjohnny, and @fullmetalein to follow along this train, but everyone else is invited, too!

(My URL is also very long...I am ecstatic.)

T - The Killing Lights, AFI

Put on your face and let's pretend, these killing lights won't kill us all, again.

H - Honeybee, The Head and the Heart

I cannot imagine how my life would be, if all your gravity did not hit me.

E - END, Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners

So take these as my words: my vows. That I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere

S - survivin', Bastille

And I'm not gonna lie, and say I've been alright. 'Cause it feels like I've been living upside down. What can I say? I'm survivin'.

K - Kill Your Heroes, AWOLNATION

No need to worry 'cause everybody will die. Every day we just go, go, baby don't go. Don't you worry we love you more than you know.

E - Eat Your Young, Hozier

Skinning the children for a war drum. Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns. It's quicker and easier to eat your young.

L - Ladybird, Mappe Of

Came ashore to the warmth of her dearly beloved, Shimmer shells, summer swells and simply the sum of it

E - Electrified, Truslow

We have fire in our veins. We're resonating in the heart. Fan this fire into flame. We're shining brighter in the dark.

T - Thousand Eyes, Of Monsters and Men

No, I'll be a stone, I'll be the hunter. A tower that casts a shade.

O - Off to Sleep, Coeur De Pirate

Fly on, you golden girl, and take all your fears. I'll be with you in your dreams, the world is darker then it seems.

N - Never Had to Leave, Matt Maeson

I see the clouds and oceans. I see it all so clear. I see your heart's still open.

I - In the Woods Somewhere, Hozier

What caused the wound? How large the teeth? I saw new eyes were watching me.

N - No Chances, Twenty One Pilots

We want you home in one piece, now. We come for you, no chances. We come for you, no chances.

T - Train, Brick + Mortar

I smile in the face of failure. I smile in the face of fear. Cause I got a secret window. And I'm gonna take you there.

H - Heaven Knows, The Pretty Reckless

Big man tells you where to go. Tell them it's good, tell them okay. Don't do a goddamn thing they say.

E - Evangeline, Highly Suspect

Your Majesty. Your kingdom is beneath the sea. Apologies for the human race.

G - Girls Like You, Maroon 5

Roll that back wood, babe. And play me close.

A - Another Place, Bastille

I am bound to you with a tie that we cannot break; with a night we can't replace.

R - Recycled Air, The Postal Service

I watch the patchwork farms', slow fade into the ocean's arms. And from here they can't see me stare; the stale taste of recycled air

D - Don't Know Why, Norah Jones

I waited 'til I saw the sun. I don't know why I didn't come.

E - Emily, San Fermin

Emily, let the night take me. Down, down, down the rabbit hole.

N - Not the Sun, Brand New

I'm outside, growing roots again. You've set on me, but you are not the sun.

#god i love music #i put my list on random to see what would pop up #song meme #tag meme #music #songs

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dadswithipads · 2 years

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Live reacting to static shock episodes

"Ep 13 S1"

This show shouldve gotten a 5th season Dammit. Oh not a grave. Aw.

Class field trip and hes 14. That is 8th-9th grade and I know damn well they aint getting field trips.

Virgil has his hands around both Richie and Daisy that is a metaphor for bisexuality thank you.

Daisy's mom is so pretty.

Bruh i would be thomas as well. Nasty food getting thrown around and you're visiting somewhere. Who knows how long until u can shower.

Same wavelength, those two.

Aww. I barely caught it but Richie smiled when Virgil went to take cover as Static.

🎶HEY HEY

Awww. Virgil. Its so sweet cause we eventually see that when he actually gets to meet his mom. She states thats she is proud of him.

This is so smart on the writers if this is intentional but the whole restaurant is the color purple and purple means it's associated with death and mourning. Im not reaching.

It's like the purple monster is attacking Virgil AKA his feelings.

Richie foley okay "fashion sense" 💅.

Awww "i hope i wont have to seperate you two again"

Its giving "Asian F" glee.

🎶HEY HEY HEY

Its giving "Pilot" glee when Kurt gets thrown in the trash.

Love the Hawkins family dynamic.

I wanna cry, dam.

The way grabbed Richie. Awww

Im sorry

Hulk smash.

"Postal" ?!?!?!? He was an infant Richard LMAO. Aw. He sat threw it only because it was Richie.

Is that a ferris Wheel with pill shaped seats???

This is so sweet.

Awww

#live reaction #static shock #virgil hawkins #richie foley

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quinivision · 4 months

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Resultados QuiniVision 2024

Ya están aquí los resultados de la EuroQuiniela 2024!

España con su propuesta Zorrista no convenció al jurado ni al televoto (quedamos en el puesto #22), aunque si que contagió el "Soy más zorra todavía" a todo el público presente en el escenario de Mälmo y se escuchó hasta en Australia. Se cierra así esta bochornosa edición por la cantidad de sinsentidos que se han ido cometiendo desde su arranque y que pusieron en riesgo hasta la propia final...¡pero bueno a otra cosa mariposa! Se llevó el micrófono de cristal…Suiza con Broke the Code! Bien merecido por Nemo (que no sabemos si estará buscando a Dory todavía con tanto giro e ida de aquí para allá en el escenario XD).

¡Vamos con los resultados! Este año fuimos muy poquitos en participar no estaba la gente demasiada ilusionada con España…espero que el año que viene haya mayor difusión XDDD

En 7º posición con 2680 puntos Richi! Desciendes 3 posiciones respecto al año pasado....tienes que estudiar más! XD

En 6º posición con 2847 puntos Febe! Oye, ni tan mal te has quedando rozando el TOP 5!

TOP 5

En 5º posición con 2939 puntos Javi Guerra! Flamante ganador del año pasado este año abres el Top5! Suerte el año que viene y a revalidar el título!

En 4º posición con 2963 puntos Raul T! Fantástico, has mejorado mucho!

TOP 3

En 3º posición con 3083 puntos Nataly! Enhorabuena por esa tercera posición trimadre! Te estrenas en un merecidísimo TOP3!

En 2º posición con 3384 puntos Yo! Para no estar este año mucho al día ni tan mal :P

En 1º posición con 3572 puntos Maria @potimaripoti!!!!!! SÚPEEEEER GANADORA! Clap, clap, clap! Eres una ganadora de POSTAL!

Aquí tienes tu diploma!

Espero que lo hayáis pasado tan bien como yo este año, nos vemos el próximo!!!!!!!!!!

Se os quiere! Conjuro para que año que viene quedemos mejor!!!!! :D

#eurovision

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Foggia. Frode tramite phishing per importo di 43mila euro: identificati i 2 autori della truffa, sequestrate carte e bancomat

Foggia. Frode tramite phishing per importo di 43mila euro: identificati i 2 autori della truffa, sequestrate carte e bancomat. La Polizia di Stato al termine di una attività di polizia giudiziaria, è riuscita nei giorni scorsi ad identificare due individui, di nazionalità italiana, deferiti all'Autorità Giudiziaria per una truffa perpetrata in concorso attraverso il metodo del phishing, procedendo al sequestro del conto in uso ai medesimi con saldo di 43.300 euro. Nel corso dell'operazione della Sezione Operativa per la Sicurezza Cibernetica di Foggia, è emerso che nella giornata precedente i due individui, in concorso con soggetti non ancora identificati, avrebbero frodato un residente della provincia di Brescia per l'importo di 43.300 euro, nella falsa convinzione della vittima di essere in contatto con dipendenti del proprio istituto bancario. La sinergia operativa con la filiale di Foggia di Poste Italiane, che tempestivamente diramava un alert a tutti gli sportelli sul territorio, consentiva agli operatori della Polizia Postale di raggiungere in tempo reale due soggetti mentre stavano eseguendo operazioni di prelievo di contante su un conto corrente intestato ad uno dei due. Il termine phishing (dall'inglese fishing "pescare") descrive la tecnica adoperata da soggetti, i quali "adescano" le vittime con un invio massivo di e-mail ed SMS (in questo caso si parla di smshing), o chiamate vocali (vishing), nella speranza che taluno dei destinatari possa "abboccare". Il contenuto delle comunicazioni è artatamente costruito per sembrare legittimamente proveniente dalle banche: indirizzi e-mail, numeri telefonici, o mittenti SMS "appaiono" assolutamente simili se non identici a quelli del reale istituto di credito, al fine di risultare credibili agli occhi del malcapitato. Lo scopo è quello di ottenere credenziali di accesso alle piattaforme di home banking e, in modo ancora più efficace ed insidioso, indurre la vittima ad effettuare direttamente un bonifico di grosso importo su un conto in uso ai truffatori. La tecnica di social engineering solitamente adoperata induce la vittima a credere di parlare con un operatore dell'antifrode della banca, il quale comunica che sarebbe in corso un'attività bancaria sospetta, ovvero un hackeraggio sul conto corrente della vittima, e pertanto, al fine di salvaguardare le somme giacenti, la invita a traferirle su un altro conto (che gli stessi chiamano "conto d'appoggio"), per poi essere restituite in un secondo momento. Il tempestivo intervento del personale consentiva di recuperare la rimanente cifra di 43.300 euro ancora giacente sul conto dei truffatori, evitando così un ulteriore danno alla vittima. Nella circostanza venivano sequestrate carte prepagate e bancomat risultati intestati ad altre persone, e n. 4 dispositivi telefonici trovati in possesso dei due, nonché vari appunti con numeri di carte e PIN. Sono in corso ulteriori indagini finalizzate alla ricostruzione dell'intera vicenda. Il procedimento penale prende tuttora nella fase delle indagini preliminari e le persone sottoposte a indagini non possono essere considerate colpevoli fino all'emissione di una sentenza definitiva. Alla luce della recrudescenza del fenomeno dei reati commessi mediante "phishing", perpetrati con le modalità di cui si è detto e che possono portare anche a consistenti sottrazioni di denaro dai conti dei cittadini, intaccando i loro risparmi, si ritiene esistente l'interesse pubblico connesso alla divulgazione della notizia. A tal proposito, al fine di evitare di cadere nella "rete del phishing", la Polizia di Stato raccomanda di osservare le seguenti cautele: - diffidare da e-mail che con una qualsivoglia scusa (conferma dei propri dati per un aggiornamento, allarme su un potenziale accesso abusivo in corso al proprio conto, etc.) invitano a cliccare su un link dove viene poi richiesto di autenticarsi inserendo username e password. - Tenere sempre a mente che la banca non ha bisogno di chiedere al cliente i dati di accesso alla piattaforma di home banking, perché li possiede nei propri database. - Diffidare da SMS che allarmano su un accesso abusivo in corso sul proprio conto ed invitano a contattare numeri di telefono cellulare per risolvere il problema. - Prestare attenzione al linguaggio, sovente sgrammaticato, delle e-mail di phishing, nonché all'indirizzo mail del mittente ed agli URL dei link contenuti, solitamente sono diversi dai nomi di dominio ufficiali della banca. - Proteggere il proprio dispositivo installando un filtro anti-spam. - Proteggere l'accesso alla propria piattaforma di home banking attivando sistemi di autenticazione a due fattori. - Per qualsiasi dubbio contattare la propria banca attraverso i canali ufficiali o recandosi presso la filiale. Per ulteriori informazioni o per segnalazioni, visitare la pagina web https://www.commissariatodips.it, o rivolgersi alla sede più vicina della Polizia Postale.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

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cinemaslife · 1 year

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En Cosecha Oscura habla de un pueblecito rural que vive del maíz y que tiene una extraña maldición:

Todas las noches de Halloween tienen que impedir que Jack Dientes de Sierra entre a las 00:00 en la iglesia del pueblo, si no lo consiguen, una tormenta de arena matará a todos los jóvenes. Pero eso no es todo, Jack te atacará a lo largo de toda la noche buscando matarte, pero ¿porqué?

Jack Dientes de Sierra es un personaje oscuro que será desenterrado y pasará tres días colgado como espantapájaros en un maizal hasta que lo descuelguen y comience a atacar a los jóvenes del pueblo, estos estarán en la calle después de haber estado esos mismos 3 días encerrados en su habitación sin comer ni beber, y serán liberados para que ataquen ferozmente a Jack, y él hará lo mismo por ellos.

¿Quién mate a Jack qué gana? Un Corvette del año 1964, una casa nueva y deslumbrante para su familia y un Cadillac como coche familiar, a cambio deben desaparecer del pueblo.

Para atacar a Jack se disfrazan como en La Purga y van a cazar para poder darles una vida mejor a sus padres y hermanos. Todo esto subvencionado por la Asociación de Agricultores del pueblo, que son tan estrictos que no puedes ni irte de vacaciones sin pedir permiso.

Es imposible que Richie (el protagonista) no se de cuenta de la realidad que le rodea, y es que, solo hace falta reflexionar un poco para saber de que va todo esto.

Da igual que el peak de la vida en ese pueblo sea casarse joven, tener hijos y trabajar en el molino del pueblo.

Richie decide, después de que su hermano Jim gane el año anterior, cuestionar el sistema que lleva siglos instaurado en el pueblo, y solo con rascar un poco en la superficie se hubiera dado cuenta de que todo era una trampa, sobre todo, cuando su hermano le manda postales anodinas para contarle que tal su año fuera de casa.

Pero cuando quiere darse cuenta ya es demasiado tarde, es víctima de las circunstancias cuando sale a la caza pese a que todos le han dicho que no lo haga.

El guion va perdiendo fuelle cuando la película avanza, ya que deja demasiadas preguntas sin respuesta, y las pocas preguntas que se realizan tienen soluciones muy básicas. ¿Cómo puede ser que solo un policía controle a un pueblo donde, mínimo, hay 25 jóvenes en las calles?

#cosecha oscura #cinema #film

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Can we get more Dave x Richie please 😅!!

Of course!!!! I'm all here For RichieDave, DaveRichie, da Vinci.... those two B)

#I'm still figuring our how to draw Richie sorry if he doesn't look like himself #box art #postal #postal game #postal richie #uncle dave #postal movie

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lacking-artdration · 1 year

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I was telling my friend about postal and. I told him about the scene where dave and richie make out and then dave fucking dies and he said "you're keeping that in the rewrite, right?"

#david clark #pmr #richard burnes

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aspenmissing · 1 year

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𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Bobby is working on the Colt, while Dean and Y/N melt metal into bullets. Bobby looks at a magnifying glass at the Colt and looks at a diagram of a part.

"Hey," Sam says, walking in.

"Hey, what's up?" Y/N asks, looking up to her younger brother, Dean shortly following.

"Might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop."

"Well, that's thrilling," Dean says. Sam walks closer.

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church, and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out."

"Even more thrilling," Y/N says.

"Might be some demonic omens."

"Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker."

"Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln."

"Where is Ohio?" Y/N asks.

"Elizabethville," he replies. "It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt."

"There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach," Dean says.

"Sorry. Maybe next time," Sam says, smiling. "How's it going, Bobby?"

"Slow."

"Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that," Dean says.

"Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick."

"So, what makes it tick?" Sam asks. Bobby looks up, not amused. Sam holds his hands up in amusement. Dean rises.

"So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio..." Y/N says teasingly, straight-faced, "...you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?" Sam and Dean chuckle. Bobby stares at her incredulously.

"Well, it won't kill demons by then," Bobby pauses. "But I can promise you it'll kill you."

"Love having these talks with you," Y/N says as she rises.

"All right, come on, we're wasting the daylight," Dean says, smiling as he rises.

"See you, Bobby," Sam says. The three start to leave.

"Hey! You three run into anything - anything - you call me." They nod and head out.

The three arrive at a church and they are all dressed in formal attire, talking with a priest.

"There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide - I saw it myself," he explains.

"Well, this shouldn't take long, then," Dean says. The priest sighs and looks up toward the balcony above the doors.

"That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday."

"When did he stop?" Sam asks.

"Probably about... two months ago? Right around the time everything else started to change."

"Change how?" Y/N asks.

"Oh, let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just... wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was..."

"Possessed?" Sam suggests.

"You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes, like a switch had flipped."

"Father, did you know that man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?" Y/N asks.

"Sure, Tony Perkins."

"Tony Perkins."

"Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day, too?"

"I never thought about it that way, but... yes, about the same time as Andy - about two months ago," the father says.

"Well, thank you, Father. Appreciate your time," Sam, Dean, and Y/N start to leave.

"Two months ago, we open up the devil's gate, all of a sudden this town turns into Margaritaville?" Sam says. "It's no coincidence."

Sam, Dean, and Y/N enter their hotel room, Dean chuckling at the mirrors on the ceiling, when the doors across the hall open.

"Richie," Y/N says, and the other guys look up.

"I don't believe it," Dean says as the twins share a look.

"Hey, Dean," Richie points at Dean then to Y/N, "Y/N Winchester, right?" Richie smirks at her.

"In the flesh." Y/N says, nodding her head.

"Yeah," Dean says, and the twins walk closer until a tall blond scantily dressed girl walks out of Richie's room.

"This is my sister, uh, Cheryl."

"Hey," she says.

"Cheryl," Dean says. Richie hands her some money.

"There," she takes the money and walks away. Richie looks back at the three, "Well, you know... stepsister."

"Gross, Richie," Y/N mutters.

"Come on in," Dean says, and Richie walks in. "This is our baby brother, Sam." The two shake hands.

"Hey. How you doing?" Richie asks.

"Not too bad. How do you two know this guy?" Sam asks, looking between Y/N and Dean.

"Well, you were in school," Dean says.

"It was that succubus, in Canarsie, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Y/N says.

"Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to gank her."

"Whoa, whoa. Wait," Dean says. "Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until me and Y/N showed up."

"Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was."

“Richie, Richie, you know what?" Y/N starts as Richie's phone starts to ring. "We told you then, and I'll tell you again - you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed." Richie pulls out his phone.

"Talk to me," Richie looks to Y/N. "FYI, Winchester - words hurt," he goes back to the caller, "Yeah?" He pauses, "No, it's not a good time, babe. Later." He hangs up and sits down on the couch.

"So, you find anything in this town, anyway?" Y/N asks.

"Ah, no. I got nothing," Richie says, smirking. "Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?"

"Yeah," she says, nodding.

"No, I got nothing."

"Typical," Y/N says, rolling her eyes.

"What about your sister back there?" Dean asks.

"Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?" Richie says but looks at Dean and Y/N's reaction. "Right. Seriously," Richie stands up. "Church guy, hobby-shop guy - they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Hey, maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it."

"Yeah, that's where we are, too. You know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in this town," Sam says. "You know, raising hell-"

“Yeah, but why would a demon blow his brains out?" Y/N asks.

"Well, for fun? You know he wrecks one body, moves to another. You know, like taking a stolen car for a joyride," Richie says.

"Anybody else left in the town that fits the profile - you know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?" Dean says.

"There's Trotter."

"Who's that?"

"Well, he used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden? Brought in the gambling, the hookers. ... Ah, he practically owns this whole town."

"Know where we could find him?"

"Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours."

Sam, Dean, and Y/N pull up in the Impala through the town, the streets buzzing with life and it looks like a Mardi Gras celebration - people wandering around with cocktails, sexy girls, half-naked men, lots of action.

"I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town," Y/N says, looking around at the action.

"It is. At least, it's supposed to be," Sam says.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do some research," Dean says.

He looks excited to follow a bunch of attractive women. From a car, a woman in a miniskirt watches him, then gestures for him to come. Dean approaches the car and looks at her, smiling; Sam and Y/N come to fetch Dean and smile embarrassedly at the woman as they pull Dean away. They enter Trotter's bar and thread their way through the crowded bar. Dean is at ease, moving through the crowd. Y/N is trailing behind him, nodding her head to the beat of the music. Sam is getting bumped into and seems to feel a little awkward and overstimulated. Richie brushes past a woman and approaches the three. He's wearing a somewhat shiny orange short-sleeved shirt halfway to reveal a white t-shirt underneath.

"Oh, Richie. Look at you," Dean says.

"Hey," Dean and Richie shake hands.

"Bringing satin back," Y/N says, and she hugs Richie.

"Oh, you like this? Try Thai silk - Canal Street," Richie says. "You'd have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Cost to me - fuhgeddaboudit."

"How much is 'forget about it'?" Sam asks.

"Ah, forgot about it," Richie points to an elderly guy. "That's Trotter over there. He sits there all night. Can't touch him."

"So, what do we do now?"

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender," Dean says, nodding his head to the woman.

"Easy. Me and her, we got a little...somethin' - somethin' lined up for later," Richie snorts.

"Yeah, right," Y/N says.

"Don't be jealous, sweet cheeks. You and I can try if you want," Richie says, winking at her. Y/N raises her eyebrow at him before laughing and punching his shoulder.

"Haven't changed."

"All right. I got to hit the head, release the hostages," Sam laughs. "Be back in a few," Richie says before walking away.

"No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel," Dean says.

"You think so?" A voice says. The three look to see Father Gil, sitting at the bar with a drink in hand.

"Oh," Dean laughs. "Sorry, Padre."

"Knew you three would find your way here. They all do."

"No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?" Sam asks.

"Like it or not, you go where your flock is," The bartender pours him a drink.

"Plus, the clergy drinks for free," she says.

"True, and a certain bartender owes me a confession."

"Not in this lifetime, Father," They both took a drink.

"I better see your butt on Sunday," She smirks before Father Gil gets up and turns to the three, mostly Dean. "Nickel or no nickel." They smirk before the father leaves, and they turn their attention to the bartender.

"I like him," Y/N says.

"We all do," The bartender says with a smirk. "What can I get you guys?"

"What's your specialty?" Dean asks.

"I know someone who makes a mean hurricane," she says.

"I guess we'll see about that," Y/N says. The bartender smiles before she turns to a male bartender.

"Corey," The woman says. The male turns to her, humming in response. She walks away, and Sam looks to Dean and Y/N, smirking.

"You drink hurricanes?" He asks.

"I do now," Dean says, smiling.

"They're the best," Y/N says. Corey then walks over to the three, setting their drinks down.

"On the house," he says, giving Y/N a wink, which she returns with a smile.

"Really?" Sam asks, smirking.

"Yep," Corey says, looking to Y/N with a warm smile. Y/N smiles before she takes a sip before he then walks away to serve other people. Y/N then turns to her brothers, seeing them staring at her.

"Dude, you’re the best sister," Dean says. "You can get us free drinks."

"I mean, what can I say. I'm just amazing." Minutes later, Sam spots a man holding a gun.

"Hey," He says, hitting Y/N and Dean on the shoulder and gesturing them towards the man with the gun.

The man then raises his gun and shoots another man, point black in the forehead. The crowd erupts in chaos. Trotter and his Hench guy stand up. The man with the gun then aims the gun at his own head until Y/N tackles him to the ground. Sam and Dean surreptitiously splash holy water on him; however, the man seems really surprised and outraged by being splashed with water but doesn't sizzle.

"What are you doing?!" He shouts. "He slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!"

"Somebody call 911!" Sam shouts. The female bartender picks up the phone to call while Sam then exchanges a look with Trotter.

Later, the man who had the gun was cuffed and lead away. The siblings were sat at the bar, watching him being lead away.

"Too many cops here. I saw we roll" Sam says.

"Just be cool" Dean says.

"Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst" Y/N says.

"So, what's the deal, then?" Sam asks "People in this town getting possessed or not?"

"I don't know. Maybe it is just what is it - town full of scumbags"

"Yeah. Maybe" A police officer walks over to the three.

"You three ready for your mug shots?" He asks. Sam, Y/N and Dean look nervous and the cop hastens to reassure them "The photographer's gonna be here in a few, and ... take your picture for the local paper" Dean looks relieved.

"Be an honour, Officer. What a thrill!" Dean says.

"Yep, time to go" Sam says rising.

"Wait a second" Y/N says "Wait a second"

"What?" The brothers say in unison.

"Where's Richie?"

#supernatural #older sister winchester #supernatural fandom #supernatural fanfiction #reader insert

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