#the sheriff is a sweetheart and ive missed him

[writing-good-vibes]

Hi friend!! I'm so happy you're opening up requests again, I love how they're always related to the season. Ya know it, for our handsome Sheriff Bracket I'd love to request 6 and 28 please? thank you!!

friend, like i said i was waiting for your requests !! 😊 had a feeling i'd be able to be sweet on the sheriff again, it's been a while and i've missed him 💗 this is actually half inspired by another ask you sent me a while ago and it fit kind of perfectly here 👀📚 enjoy, as always 💗

[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]

sheriff brackett (sentimental and polaroid photos)

Work very rarely stopped for the Sheriff. Despite Haddonfield being relatively small, and relatively quiet in that picturesque suburban way that small towns usually are, there had been few days you could remember where the Sheriff hadn't been run ragged, sorting out juvenile delinquency or neighbourly disputes.

To thank him for all his hard work, you thought you may as well keep the house in order. The Sheriff was perfectly capable of household upkeep, you knew that already, but the large home hadn't had a deep clean in a while and, with the summer winding down, you decided there was no time like the present for a clear out.

The bedroom was the last room on your list, and as you dusted and rearranged, it was then that you came across it. A large, shabby cardboard box in the bottom of the closet.

As you pulled it forward, trying to figure out what was in it and if you could just leave it as it was, you noticed the spine of a book poking out. It was plain and, you realised as you pulled it out, was not a book at all.

It was a photo album.

Flicking through the pages, you paused when a handful of polaroids fell into your lap. They had not been properly put away, pressed between the pages to keep them safe when the photo-holders had been filled up.

You place the photo album to the side, wiping the sweat from your brow. The sun was still high in the sky outside and it did not help that you were surrounded by yours and the Sheriff's winter clothes.

The pile of polaroids, you realised, were very old indeed. A few had dates scribbled onto the margin, 1978, '79, '82. The same people were the subjects of most of the photos. It took looking at several photos to recognise one of the subjects.

Looking down at the 1978 photo. A summer's day it seems, by the bright exposure. A young man, squinting against the sun with a cigarette held between his teeth. His hair is a wild halo of frizzy curls around his head. You can see the blue waistband of a pare of Levi jeans just above where the photo cuts off, but his chest is bare.

That's your Sheriff. The years may have passed but you could recognise those eyes anywhere. Those sharp cheeks and lithe muscles that, even now, you could feel beneath the newfound softness he had acquired.

God, you thought, he was handsome. Is handsome. There's something timeless about your Sheriff, something that cannot be lost through age.

You claim it was the dust of the closet that was making your eyes water, and not at all the sentimentality of finding these forgotten keepsakes of long gone summer days. Summer days you were so desperate to let the Sheriff relive, to live through with him.

To take your own polaroids and have someone find them, years from know, and think about the couple in the, how happy then look, glowing beneath the sun on a long forgotten summer day.

[haddonfieldproject]

<<PREVIOUS⏺<<CONTENTS>>

1.2.21 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st AROUND SUNRISE

Haddonfield, Illinois

Rosalita craned her neck to see the time. There was no clock in the supply closet, no light now to see a clock if there was one, the power had gone off shortly after Sheriff Brackett had left her here. When that lightning hit, she thought. She knew the lightning had something to do with it. The Sheriff's daughter, who lay in a hospital bed that took up virtually all of the room in the storage closet, had an IV hooked up to her arm. On the pole that held the IV was a little box with all sorts of buttons and blinking lights and gauges of a sort. Rosalita of course, had no idea what it all meant or was for, but the box had a little display screen that cast a soft blue-green glow inside the closet, and gave her the only light she had. On the bottom right corner of the box was the time. ‪05:46‬. Next to the time was a battery symbol, it was red and flashing...just like the same kind of symbol on the box on Rosalita's IV had been as well before it died about thirty minutes ago and went dark.

This one is gonna die too and soon I'll be in the dark, she thought to herself in her native Spanish, looking down at her newborn baby which she cradled in her arms. The Sheriff had left her, the baby, and his unconscious daughter more than an hour and a half ago. He said he was going to see “just what the hell was going on”. A part of her hoped he'd gone ahead and found it out—or was going to find it out soon— so she could get out of this god-forsaken closet. Another part of her hoped he didn't.

She knew what was going on.

When they had heard the gunshot, she had known right away it had come from Ole' Bitch.

The only thing Sparky Warner may have loved more than his shotgun was draining the cans of Coors Light he used to shoot with it...certainly not Rosalita. He abused his wife almost as much as he had abused the cans. At least when he was done with Rosalita he just rolled ahead on over and went to sleep, but with the cans, he liked to line them up on a log in the back yard and either take pot-shots at them with his .22 or sometimes, if he was in the real mood for some fun, he'd obliterate them with 'Ole Bitch'.

“I named it after your mama,” he had told her once as he pulled it from the back of his work van.

Rosalita knew who the shotgun blast was for too.

Whitey Grey had done a bang-up job on the new roof of the Warner home last year. Sparky had been real appreciative too, and knowing Whitey to be a stand-up guy, and having felt sorry for him because he had been on the outs with his high-school sweetheart, he had been all too willing to give Whitey some odd jobs here and there around the Warner castle in exchange for some cash from time to time.

“Chelsea Keane has always been a fucking bitch, ever since high school” Sparky had belched, crushing an empty beer can in his hand and tossing it off the front porch. “I'm surprised you stayed with her this long.”

Whitey had looked into the hole of the can of his own beer. “I've always loved her man. Ever since we were in six grade. I've always felt she was the one for me.” He had taken a swig. “You know, like my soul mate.”

Sparky had fished a cigarette out of his mouth and laughed, punching his friend in the arm. “You gotta be kidding me with that pussy shit.” He had said, putting a flame to the end of his smoke. “Naw man...you stay here with me. Make that bitch feel what it's like to miss you.”

“You think so?” Whitey had asked.

“Fuck yeah. Besides, I got tons of shit around here you can do in exchange for crashing on the couch.” Sparky had replied, the cigarette bouncing in his mouth.

“Your old lady won't mind?” Sparky had asked.

“Who do you think wears the pants around here motherfucker?” Sparky had exhaled a plume of smoke. “You see,” he had said, pointing the cigarette at his friend. “That's your problem. You always let that bitch run you over. You think I ever let my woman boss me around?”

Whitey changed the subject, “What do you want done around here?” He had asked.

“You're a handy motherfucker...lots of shit.” Sparky had smiled. “These gutters haven't been cleaned a month of Sundays. I've been meaning to pressure wash this driveway. I got siding on the side that's fucked up and could use replacing...and shit...that well in the back has been compromised by about three autumn's worth of leaves.”

Whitey had shrugged and taken another swig of beer. “That sounds cool.”

“Yeah!” Sparky had taken another drag, “And you know...odd job shit. Like bring the salt pellets in from time to time. That shit's heavy and God knows my old lady can't do it.”

They had laughed together at this. Rosalita had watched and listened to this conversation out of the window while she was doing the dishes. She remembered it well because moments after her husband had berated her to his best friend, she had sliced her finger on a steak knife under the soapy water. It had left a small car on the inside of her left index finger.

Rosalita felt that place in the darkness now, thinking.

Yes, Whitey had done a real good job around the house.

After all, Sparky was real busy. His little electric company hadn't taken off the ground as well as he had liked, and he found himself a corporation of one, working seven days a week, twelve hour days.

Anyone with half a brain would have known how this was gonna play out.

One of Sparky's job's on a ‪Tuesday morning‬ had re-scheduled. Rosalita had never found out why. Sparky had come home ‪at ten o'clock‬ in the morning to find Whitey Grey in his underwear making pancakes for Rosalita, who was also in her underwear...well...at least from the waist down. If it wasn't for a well-timed right hook by Whitey and an even better timed smack with the pancake skillet by Rosalita...Whitey and Rosalita would have probably gotten a taste of “Ole Bitch” right then.

Rosalita and Whitey had gotten a room at the Extended Day down in Russellville for awhile, after six months they snuck back into Haddonfield, renting a little apartment two blocks from the Bypass near Orange Grove. By then, Rosalita was sporting a little belly that everyone in town knew wasn't Sparky's doing, and word of mouth travels fast in a little Midwestern town.

So far though Sparky hadn't caused any trouble. Hadn't even called.

That didn't stop Rosalita from knowing that the shotgun blast had come from “Ole Bitch”. She knew it as well as she knew that the sun was gonna come up over Little Egypt ‪tomorrow morning‬ from the east and set over the corn fields and hills to the west ‪tomorrow evening‬. She knew it deep down in the marrow of her bones and the bottom of her soul and had now fought for the last hour and a half to shake the image of Whitey Grey, the father of her newborn baby, laying dead somewhere in the hospital with his brains splattered all around.

And Sparky was now coming for her.

Her and her baby.

Can't think about that now, Rosalita thought, looking down at her newborn baby boy. The Sheriff said he'd figure out what was going on, and he'll figure it out.

Sheriff Brackett had been the top deputy dog in the town as long as Rosalita could remember. If pressed she would say that she had always trusted him, and she would just plain have to trust him now.

The display screen on the Sheriff's daughter went dark. Rosalita couldn't see her hand in front of her face...let alone her baby.

Oh please God. She thought. Let somebody find me in here.

And then she caught herself.

Anybody but Sparky.

NEXT>>

[missingandunsolvedarchive]

Shelby’s Sweetheart: The Disappearance of Asha Degree

**Edited March 14, 2020

In the year 2000, the world breathed a collective sigh of relief upon our survival of Y2K. N*Sync had released their iconic single, "Bye, Bye, Bye", setting the tone for the new millennium of pop. AOL merged with Time Warner and forever implanted the memory of a dial up tone in everyone's heads. It was a year of change--a new decade, a new century, and a new millennium. It was also the year when 9-year-old Asha Degree left her Shelby, North Carolina residence, never to be seen again.

 Asha Degree was described as a shy child. She was part of a tight knit family that valued God and hard work. The Degree children were raised to be self-sufficient--instead of being two trouble making latchkey kids, they let themselves into the apartment after school and were finished with their homework by the time their parents were home. After all, being the star player of her basketball team, she needed to keep her grades up.

 Though Asha was young, she had promise. With a supportive family, good academics, and being a superstar in sports, no one could have foreseen that she would leave and never return.

 The night Asha disappeared; an intense storm was upon Shelby. The southern heat was gone for the winter and the rain lent to the chill of the night. A car accident happened near the Degree home, knocking out the neighborhood's power. This changed the routine--Asha and her brother O'Bryant would have had a bath before bed. Iquilla, her mother, would just have to wake them up an hour earlier than usual, but instead it would only be O'Bryant that morning. Howard, her father, claimed that he checked on the children at 2:30 am, both were in the room asleep. But remember--there was a power outage. That power outage makes this case harder to track. The times differ with every iteration of the story.

 O'Bryant was a light sleeper and heard Asha shuffle twice in the night. Once was to go to the bathroom and the other, he assumed she was changing positions in bed. But by morning, she was gone. Howard's information leads us to believe that she left after 2:30 am and O'Bryant lets us know that they were put to bed for a bit before she left as he was able to sleep.

 That morning, Iquilla frantically searched for Asha. She asked her sister if Asha was nearby at her house. She asked neighbors what they saw. Not Asha. Had someone taken her? The apartment had suggested no. No signs that anyone had forced their way in to snatch a little girl. To confirm? She had packed a bag. Iquilla took inventory and noted some of her clothes were missing, and most of all, a Tweety bird purse. She left on her own.

 It had been known she was afraid of dogs. Her shy and cautious nature coupled with that made it hard to believe she would leave on her own, into the turbulent storm of a pitch-black night.

 When the news hit that a little girl went missing, locals took notice. Someone had seen something, and it was odd to say the least. Early morning February 14, 2000, a little girl dressed in only a white long sleeve shirt and white pants was seen walking along Highway 18. It caused curiosity, someone came back around to check on her, but Asha had become frightened and took off into the woods. This event was the last confirmed sighting of her. But her movements could still be tracked.

 Candy wrappers and one of her favorite bows were found in a shed. Perhaps she'd taken shelter during the storm. Another interesting find? A photo of a girl on the floor of the shed who remains unidentified to this day. Why did Asha have this photo? Did she and this girl decide to meet up? Who is she and is she alive to this day? The shed is where the story lapsed. Asha was gone.

 In August of 2001, 26 miles away, a case that was fading would be back in the media. Terry Fleming, a contractor in Morganton was working a construction site. He broke ground and made an odd discovery. It was a trash bag. Something was in it. A second trash bag, but there was something in that bag. The backpack, belonging to Asha Degree.

 It seemed the case couldn't get any stranger. Why was Asha's bag 26 miles away from where she was last seen? And more importantly, who had buried it with such an obvious intention to preserve it? The case went stale once again and has remained that way. In 2018, law enforcement finally released some small details in hopes of reinvigorating the case and having someone with information come forward. A book titled "McElligot's Pool" from Fallston Elementary Library and a New Kids on the Block t-shirt were deemed vital in cracking this case. Anyone with a connection to these items is urged to contact the Cleveland County Sheriff's office.

 My take? This case is confusing. It feels wrong in every way. It's never good when a child goes missing, but there's no possible suspects. By all accounts, it looks like Asha left of her own volition. It's the backpack that leads me to believe in something more sinister. For it to be 26 miles away from where she was last seen, it had to have ended up there by some other means of transport. Despite Asha being an athlete, it is impossible that she could have travelled that far on foot in the conditions of that night. The burial? Oddly meticulous. Someone wanted to protect this--possibly to unearth again--so they wrapped it in 2 trash bags. My mind travels to trophy behavior.

 Trophy behavior is exhibited by killers that want to relive their crimes. They keep something from the victim, a body part or one of their belongings, and they relish in what they've done and that they're the only one that knows about it. Asha's case is still that of a missing person. Her body has never been found and in fact, not everyone believes it's a body we're looking for. The Charley Project classifies Asha as "endangered missing". This is a term usually reserved for people who are presumed to have met with foul play or have conditions that require medical attention. Other outlets report that law enforcement is operating on the idea that Asha is alive.

 As for the 26 miles away? We may have an answer for that, but it's incomplete. In May 2016, police revealed they were looking for an early 1970's Lincoln Mark IV or Thunderbird after obtaining information that a girl fitting Asha's description had been seen getting into one around the time of her disappearance. We can't know if it was Asha that had been seen getting into the vehicle. Someone had tried to approach her which led to her fleeing into the woods. If in fact it was her, who was driving the car? How did they get the shy Asha to let her guard down and get in? Did they bury the backpack?

 No suspects have officially been named and while some names took residence on the suspect list, they no longer live there. Donald Preston Ferguson was convicted for the rape and murder of 7-year-old Shalonda Poole in Greensboro, North Carolina. Shalonda's case bore similarities to Asha's which caused police to focus on him for her disappearance. He was involved in search efforts for Shalonda, exhibiting similar behavior to a person that collects a trophy. He liked seeing the pain and chaos he caused. While he was ultimately discredited, I think police could be on the right track. While it was unlikely that Asha met a predator on the internet as her family didn't own a computer--she still could have been groomed by someone in the close circle of the Degrees.

 Harold and Iquilla have been cleared as suspects and fight for their daughter to this day. But maybe someone they know doesn't share the same intention. The shy and cautious Asha packed a bag to leave. How did she get a photo of an unknown girl? This says that Asha could have been in contact with someone that encouraged her to make her escape that fateful night, perhaps another child also groomed by an adult? As mentioned with Donald Ferguson, it's not unusual for a killer to aid in search parties or involve themselves in the case. A neighbor of the Degrees keeps Asha's memory alive with a small "shrine" dedicated to her in his front yard. He claims Asha was like the neighborhood's baby and it's like he lost someone too. It's easy to see this as a concerned neighbor, but the level of concern can strike people a certain way. Is there something behind his concern? So far, law enforcement has deemed no. All the public knows is that Asha is gone. We don't know who took her, or if she was even taken.

On February 14, 2020, her parents will have another anniversary of their marriage, and 20 years without their daughter. The case of Asha Degree is still open.

[halessinclair]

five times kissed

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

I. Haley nervously chewed on her thumb nail as she sat there on her very first date with Spencer. She had to remind herself there really wasn’t anything to be worried about since she has known Spencer for so long, with her being best friends Aubrey and known The Taylor family since a kid and Spencer being close friends with Weston, the pair always were around each other. Maybe it was the fact she stopped seeing him as that dorky kid who talked about things that Haley didn’t know anything about, helped her with her homework when she was close to chucking the book across the room. Her other friends already experiencing their first everything and boys while she was more along the lines of not sure what to do but rely on romantic movies or books she found herself enjoying on the down low. Haley walked up the steps to her house, knowing her father was probably at the Sheriff station until eleven. She fiddled with her house keys in hand and finally glanced up at Spencer with a shy smile. “I had a really good time,” mentally reminding herself not to blab out like word vomit. “I hope we can do that again.” The awkward silence and shy smiles so innocent like that Haley leaned forward to kiss Spencer on the mouth, hoping she wouldn’t head butt him in the teeth considering the only guy she kissed was Weston when she was thirteen. Pulling away as she felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment before quickly opening her door and looked once more behind her, giving Spencer a wave. 

II. In Junior year of high school, Haley was still uncertain on what she wanted to do after high school, which was probably why she focused more on the now instead of ahead. They were at a house party one of the guys from the football team was throwing, Haley being a cheerleader at the time was invited and in turn she dragged Spencer along no matter the suggestions he threw out to avoid the idiotic actions of their classmates. Haley finishing up her third red solo cup of beer, giggling as she wrapped her arms around Spencer’s shoulders who was leaning against the kitchen counter smiling down at her. She couldn’t imagine falling in love with anyone else at this point, but logically she knew that not every high school relationships stayed together once school was over. Haley recalled the conversations of what they wanted to do career wise, spoke about their families and him knowing about the situation with her mom. Haley was grateful to have a boyfriend such as Spencer who continued to surprise her each day and made life a little easier and happier. “I love you.” She grinned drunkenly at him, leaning forward and giving him a quick peck on his lips, giggling into the kiss as she felt his hands pull her closer. 

III. Haley dreaded for the day to come, graduation day, everything felt like a blur from applying to college at Wilmington to stressing about finals. The brunette stood there with the flowers in her arms from her father struggling not to cry about his daughter graduating high school. Knowing that after today she was officially going to become single. It was her idea that she brought up with Spencer about breaking up before college, part of her wanted him to experience college life single and figure out himself, the other part was Haley was afraid that he would resent her if they did stay together and be the cliche high school sweethearts who got married after high school and started a family early. As the night went on and the seniors throwing a last bonfire party for graduating, Haley felt a little more clingy as she found herself reaching out for Spencer’s hand, holding onto him as she willed for the night not to end. They laid on the towel facing the fire as she leaned back against Spencer, watching their classmates and friends socializing and laughing. Haley pulled away to turn around and look at Spencer, forcing a smile on her face. “It’s going to be weird after this you know? I mean…we agreed we’d stay in touch, we wouldn’t be those jealous exes who constantly sabotage each other’s relationships or whatever crazy thing people do. Even though we are no longer going to be dating, I want you to know that I will always be here to listen, you’re my best friend and I will probably always love you–even if you eat the last piece of the fries.” Haley let out a soft laugh, closing her eyes when she felt him lean in and pressed his lips against hers. 

IV. Two semesters into college and Haley felt like she wanted to pull her hair out from last minute of putting her portfolio together for photography. Instead her roommate dragged her out of the room to go to a party that people were throwing, one thing she realized upon being at college was the constant partying people did and along with orgies that happened on their floor. Haley was still unsure of what she was doing with herself and tried to date since Spencer and her broke up. As she held the cup in her hand and searching around the room for someone that she knew, her brown eyes widen at Spencer, laughing when their eyes met as she pushed through the crowd to get to him. The pair conversing as if they haven’t been in touch daily, talking about classes and professors, old feelings started to rise in Haley’s heart and believed that it always would be like that no matter how many times she reminded herself that it was for the best. Maybe she was lonely and missed how things used to be or still in love with Spencer Bayer, she pulled him away from the crowd of people and into the bathroom and locking the door behind them. Their lips meeting and hands fumbling with each other’s clothes, Haley didn’t care at the moment of the outcome to this, all she knew was she needed and missed the man in front of her. 

V. As several years passed, their relationship still remained as friends, conversing and even seeing each other date others was still foreign yet acceptable. Haley felt weird at the fact she managed to love another to the point on marrying him, always assumed that it would or hoped that one day Spencer and her could rekindle their relationship. She remembered the look on Spencer’s face when she presented the engagement ring, could tell how shocked before congratulating her. their gaze meeting on her wedding day and even dancing with her as they spoke about how weird it was they were adults and starting new lives. When Haley found out about her pregnancy with Bryce, it was a mixture of emotions, she was happy and excited but the fear of turning out like her mother dwell in the shadows. She started to turn more towards Spencer, both of them discussing their fears and about their lives. Maybe it was the emotions she had while being pregnant or how easy it was for them to laugh and speak as if all these years nothing has changed. Nearly in their mid-twenties, Haley was taken back by the brush of his lips against hers, closing her eyes briefly at the familiarity of his lips against hers and emotions hitting her harder and perhaps it was the beer he had that had him doing just that, Haley pulled back and placed her hand against his chest. “Spencer…we can’t…I’m married and I–I’m pregnant, I think it’s best if I leave and we never speak about this again.” It pained her to say those words and the look on his face, she cupped the side of his face and gave his cheek a brief peck before grabbing her purse and walking out the door. 

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 8x06: “Southern Comfort”

THEN: Garth Fitzgerald IV. Sam retired because he met Amelia and they had a normal life. Dean was in Purgatory. Benny’s his new friend, whom Sam immediately distrusts.

Kearney, Missouri.

RIP first victim. Decapitated.

Oh shit, here we go.

“You want to talk about Benny? Fine. Let's talk.”

“Okay. How about he's a vampire?”

Don’t talk to Dean like he’s 5.

“Don't pretend I don't get it. I know you had to do what you had to down there.” No, Sam doesn’t get it. He didn’t just “do what he had to do”. Dean genuinely befriended Benny after going through Purgatory together.

“And what about my friend, Amy? She was what? 'Cause you sure as hell didn't have a problem ganking her.” 

Amy had been killing people.

Benny hasn’t killed a single person since coming out of Purgatory.

You spent ONE DAY with Amy. Dean spent a year with Benny.

“He tell you he's not drinking live blood, or something? And you believe him. Wow. Okay.” HE KNOWS, HE’S SEEN BENNY DRINK FROM HIS BAGS.

“Yeah. I got a vampire buddy, and you turn your phone off for a year.”

“Don't turn this on me.”

You’re using Dean’s past year against him, he’s gonna turn around and do the same to you, regardless if it’s fair or not.

“Look, Benny slips up and some other hunter turns his lights out, so be it.”

“But it's not gonna be you, right?”

It is, actually, and it’s gonna be heartbreaking, so screw you very much.

At the crime house.

“Sam, Kevin's in the wind, okay, you're sulking around like a eunuch in a whorehouse, and I can't help but ask myself, when is decapitation not my thing?“ pfft.

Garth!!!

I really don’t get the annoyance they have with Garth??? That’s always been an issue of mine concerning the Winchesters.

Look how happy Garth is to see them again! What an angel!!

“Uh, you guys have no idea how much I missed you.”

“A Texas Ranger, Garth? Seriously? We're in Missouri.” Says the man who’ll say he’s a Texas Ranger in Kansas in S13.

Garth’s multiple phones.

Ringtone #1: “Jump” by Kriss Kross.

“Since when is giving advice your job?”

“Hold up. Are you the new Bobby?”

“You shut your mouth.”

“Yes.”

“You shut your mouth!”

I could honestly punch Sam and Dean for how mean they are to Garth. Garth’s been helping out as best as he could since three of the best hunters in the community either died or went M.I.A.

Scott Lew.

Eww. Green goo.

OHHH WHY DID GARTH HAVE TO TASTE IT????

Ringtone #2: “Wild Wild West” by Kool Moe Dee.

“One of those things rings Hammer, I'm throwing down.” Get ready to throw down then.

“Alcott” was carved into Chester’s chest.

“Do you remember anything at all about what happened? Um... Chester dying?”

“Not really. Bits and pieces, I guess.”

I get the joke too, Garth.

A visible negative reaction to the name “Alcott”.

“Sara had one night with him, whereas I was with Chester for 37 years.” And yet you couldn’t let go of her going to prom with him?

Lunch time.

“I was in Purgatory.”

“Like the Purgatory Purgatory?”

“No, the one in Miami.”

ohoho.

“Man, that’s balls.”

“That's not how you say ‘balls.’"

Why don’t you cool your damn jets, Dean?

“So, how’d you get out?”

I CAN’T STAND that passive aggressive move Sam does there.

Garth went to college and then dental school.

“Where'd you think I got my first case?”

“Let me guess - Tooth Fairy.”

“...Yeah. Man, I felt terrible when I ganked that SOB.”

I love that last line and the genuine sadness when Garth says it. Bless his heart.

Scott’s asthmatic, and he’s got ectoplasm coming out his ear.

HOT COFFEE TO THE FACE, GOOD LORD.

RIP Jeff. Killed by Scott.

“Sussex”

One of Bobby’s hats!

STOP BEING A FREAKING GATEKEEPER DEAN

“That's not how you wear it.” WHAT OTHER WAY IS THERE TO WEAR A HAT

AGAIN I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY TREAT GARTH LIKE AN ANNOYANCE TO DUMP ON EACH OTHER.

Sara Alcott, now Sara Brown.

Domestic Sam flashback. 

Sam and Amelia had sex. 

“You asked me if I lost someone. I did. My husband. He died in Afghanistan eight months ago.”

“We were together forever. Or at least it seemed that way. Then one day, Don just enlists. Didn't ask me, just said something about wanting to do the right thing. Next thing I know, he's off overseas and I'm all alone. I got a couple letters, some phone calls, and then a knock at the door. Just like that. And everywhere I looked, all I could see was judgment and pity and just this constant reminder of Don everywhere. So I moved here... and became even more of a hot mess than I already was. And you hit a dog.”

This is one of Amelia’s better moments. When she lets go, when she lets her walls down, she’s honest and sweet.

“Easy there, flyweight. Last time you drank a beer, I had to pick you up off the floor.” Fair enough.

“You’re such an idjit.”

“Idjit's supposed to be used angrily. Okay? Not happy. If you're gonna butcher it, don't say it at all.”

KNOCK IT OFF, DEAN.

“Bobby belonged to all of us, Dean – not just you and Sam. Now, I'm just taking what he showed me and trying do something with it. That's all!”

It’s nice to see Garth stand up for himself. It certainly shut Dean up.

Grudges are the connection.

Bobby’s journal holds the answer: spectre.

The Confederate Unknown Soldier.

“See, the idea was, they took a faceless, nameless soldier they couldn't identify, and they buried him here to commemorate all the soldiers who died.”

“Did you learn that in college?”

“Nope – Civil War re-enactments. Once a year, every year. Don't hate.”

I hope Garth’s still doing what he loves.

Love that sass.

Sam finds the string. That’s an important clue.

“Why open it up if you're not gonna take anything?” Oh, but they did.

“Sure. We won.”

LMAAOOOO I LOVE THAT

Scott’s having an asthma attack. Deputy goes to get the inhaler...gets possessed by the spectre.

RIP Sheriff. Killed by Deputy Doug

Did Scott even get his inhaler?

Our next lead: Karl.

Dean’s on Karl, Sam and Garth have research.

“Hey, uh, Sam. If you ever need to talk, I just want to let you know that I'm here. About anything – you know, life, uh, Dean, you.” Garth’s a sweetheart.

Flashback.

“Hey. Uh, just lock up when you leave. I'm late.”

“Wait, what?”

Amelia’s probably got work, don’t worry about it, Sam.

“I know I said a lot of things last night, and I know I can't ask you to forget them. But just... Do.” And then she’s back on her bullshit.

“Because I don't need your pity. I don't need you looking at me the way they all – like that.” Is it me or is she confusing pity with sympathy?

“Hey, ump. You remember me? I stole second!”

“Karl? What the hell are you doing? Why are you doing –”

“Why am I gonna make mustard from your brain stem?! I don't know. Why did you call me out, ump?”

OF ALL THE THINGS TO HOLD A DAMN GRUDGE ABOUT

A theory on who the Confederate Unknown Soldier is.

“Corporal Collins of the Union shot and killed his brother, Vance, who fought for the Confederacy. Local boys.”

“Legend has it that Vance swore vengeance on his brother with his dying breath. Years later – consumed by guilt, no doubt – the corporal dug his brother up where he'd buried him on the battlefield and brought him home.” 

UH, DID HE HAVE TO SMELL HIM LIKE THAT?

There’s the spectre’s object: a penny.

W E L P

Three Days Ago. 

“Fell on Black Days” by Soundgarden. I always wondered what the song was, I always enjoyed it.

I love the montage of how the coin got passed around.

“Well, let's go through some of Sammy's greatest hits.” Let’s not.

“Yeah, I might have lied, but I never once betrayed you.” Uh, Amy. 

“I never once left you to die.”  Ok, can’t argue with that.

Garth putting his life on the line. 

“Come on, Dean. You do not want to kill your brother. You – you've been protecting him your whole life. Don't stop now.”

“He left me to rot in Purgatory!”

“All right. All right. Maybe he did. I don't know. I wasn't there. But I'm sure he had his reasons.”

“Just like you had your reasons for Benny.”

“Who?”

LMAO

“Benny has been more of a brother to me this past year than you've ever been! That's right. Cas let me down. You let me down. The only person that hasn't let me down is Benny.” Oof, that’s gonna stick with Sam.

“Goodbye, Sam.” :(

NICELY DONE, GARTH!

“How come that penny didn't jack you like everyone else? I mean, I can understand why it didn't affect the kid who took it. He's young and innocent. But, uh, everyone at some point in their life feels like they've been screwed.”

“Not me, man. I let all that stuff go with the help of my yogi, my Sega Genesis. And you should, too. You can't change the past, amigo.”

Garth’s a damn saint.

“Now, there's something I want to say to you. Stop being a idjit! With Bobby dead, you and Sam are all each other has. And that's not so bad, man. Now, you know what's coming next, right?”

Garth hug! Garth hug! Garth hug!

Ringtone #3: “U Can’t Touch This” by M.C Hammer.

“Yo, Lamar. What do we got? Wendigo? You got a flare gun? No? What about a flame thrower?  Then you'd better get some sneakers, buddy, 'cause you're gonna have to run.”

I love Garth.

Why couldn’t we have ended the episode there?

“I don't pity you. Okay? I don't. You and I – we're a lot of things, but we're not to be pitied.” True.

God, how much was she drinking?

The start of their relationship.

“You and I both know you didn't need that penny to say those things.” True. Dean will reiterate that Benny’s the best friend he ever had in a later episode, completely on his own will.

“Own up to your crap, Dean. I told you from the jump where I was coming from, why I didn't look for you. But you? You had secrets. You had Benny. And you got on your high and mighty, and you've been kicking me ever since you got back. But that's over. So move on, or I will.”

Again, I won’t argue with Sam. Dean should’ve told Sam about Benny from the jump (maybe then Sam wouldn’t hate Benny so much). Dean does deflect from talking about his own past year but bringing up Sam’s. It’s been happening for months and Sam’s sick of it. I get it.

“You know what? Hear this, too. I just might be that hunter that runs into Benny one day and ices him.”

And there^ is where I draw the line. The first half was understandable but that^? I think that’s Sam’s rather pathetic attempt to say something that’s gonna hurt Dean’s feelings the way his own feelings were hurt. Like, Sam...don’t embarrass yourself.

[the-fiction-witch]

Last Night

TV SHOW: GODLESS COUPLE: WHITEY WINN X READER RATING: SMUTTY + KINKY + SPANK KINK AF

Y/N POV:

“LET ME OUT” I scream russeling the bars

“Not gonna happen sweetheart” The sheriff tells me as he sorts out paperwork on his desk “sorry...” he sighs

“LET ME OUT!” I yell

“sorry Sweetheart I’m going out got to leave you with the deputy when the danm boy get’s here” the sheriff sighs

“I’m here, here” whitey ran in though the door

“Okay what the hell is wrong with you...you had a bath, you don’t do that” the sheriff says to him

“I uh, I just uh wanted to uh....” Whitey stutters

“I don’t wanna know” the sheriff says “Look after the murder” he tells the boy “Miss Y/n, This is my deputy Whitey Winn he’s gonna keep an eye on ya tonight” he tells me and I dont reply 

the sheriff then quickly left me alone with this deputy boy 

“sooooo.....” He begins 

“Don’t” I tell him with a sigh

“Okay” he sighs “look missy, It dont matter what ya done to me” he shrugs

“Really?” i smirk

“Uh hu, Don’t mind, hated the old bastard personalty” he laughs leaning on the wall by my cell

“So did I” I smirk “He caught me taking candy once, Spanked my bare bottom for stealin’” I laugh

“Ohhh where you always such a bad girl?” he asks

“Oh yes sir Mr Winn” I smirk “Over time a girl learns to like getting spanked” I smirk

“Really?” He smirks turning and leaning on my cell it’self keeping his one hand on his gun “Might just have to give you a spanking myself see if that’s true” he smirked

“I wouldn’t mind” I smirk

“Bare hand on bottom or...” he smirks at me

“that’s up to you” I smirk going close to the bars within a few inches of him 

“ah ah back up little lady, not so close” he tells me drawing his gun on me

“No” I smirk

“Back up else I’m putting a bullet in your leg darlin’“ he tells me so I sigh backing away

“I thought you might be fun” I sigh

“can’t have you too close hun, don’t know what you’ll do” he sighs

“I wont kill you if that’s what your worried about” I sigh 

“really you wont kill me, even if I shot you?” he asks

“Nope, I got no problem with you Mr Winn, I have a rule I don’t kill pretty boys” I explain

“Really? I’m a pretty boy?” he asked a little surprised

“Oh yeah, town of mostly women, surprised they arnt beating your door down Whitey” I smirk

“No... all a bit to old for me” he sighs

“what about me?” I smirk going right close to him

“Your getting hanged in the morning Hun, don’t matter trying to seduce me your a bit late should have done that yesterday” he smirked

“Aww why didn’t you come see me yesterday then  I would have” I smirk

“I was helping the ladies in town with some Hotel repairs” he shrugs

“aww too bad you could have got seduced” I smirk

“I admit ‘m kinda regretting the decision now” he smirked

“But what says I can’t seduce you today” I smirk trying to get my hand out the bars to play with  his hair

“Oh no you dont” he says pointing his gun at me again “No hands outside the bars, or you wont have no hands” he says

“What does it matter I’m getting hanged tomorrow anyway” I laugh

“You keep being so damn miss behaved will come in there and give you a spanking I swear” he smirks at me

“Why not I don’t learn well” I smirk 

“Don’t want you escaping hun” He smirks

“I promise I wont escape, Ive come to terms with my death Whitey i dont fear it I aint getting out of it, I killed a bad man I aint afraid of my maker for that” I smile

“You promise, no trying to escape?” he asks

“I promise, after a spanking I always become such a good girl” I smirk

“Oh why didn’t you get a spanking  before you shot a man” he laughs

“You weren’t about then” I smirk

“should have called on me” he smirked

“I remember, for another life” I smirk “When I get the drive to be a bad girl so find Whitey Winn he’ll spank a bad girl back to being good for a dollar and eighty eighty cents” I smirk

“Wow, Im charging now?” he smirks

“I think you would first few girls that would be free but the ones like me who would keep coming back they get charged, but every tenth is free or something like that” I smirk 

“I suppose you would be my number one customer” he smirks

“Oh I would have to move in with you for you to keep up with my business Mr Winn, it would save a lot of time and money for us both if I would just seduce you and marry you, then I would get it free every night” I smirk leaning on the bars setting my tits around the center pole so it goes between my tits and starring at him as I lick up the pole

“Not every night, some night’s my little wifey gotta look after her husband” he smirks

“I would, every night after my spanking, I’ll suck ya till ya scream big boy” I smirk

“Oh would you now?” he smirks looking me up and down and I just wink at him

“Just a little business Idea for ya, In your next life” I smirk

“I’ll think about it” he laughs “But how will I in this next life meant to know it’s you?” he smirks

“You wont forget me” I smirk winking at him “Could I have something to eat your sheriff might be merciful with his bullets but by god is he stingey with the dinners around here” I beg

“Alright, what do you want? i think theirs some cakes and things somewhere” he offers leaving my bars for a moment to look around 

“Fruit if you got some, I’m dieting to many cakes ...don’t wanna cheat now I’m so close to death and all” I giggle so he gets me a banana “Ohh thank you” I giggle trying to take it

“Hands in the bars, I told ya bout that” he sighs giving me the banana 

“Big one” I smirk

“guessed you probably liked the big ones” he smirks as I peal it

“I have a feeling you aint talking bout fruit no more?” I laugh

“Maybe I aint” he smirks “go on then you wanted it” he sighs so i smirk taking as much of it as I possibly could almost the whole thing in my mouth in one go and looking at him I saw him bite his lip a little excited so I bite making him jump “You are a dirty girl” he sighs

“Your the one thinking off it like that” I smirk “soo, what times my hanging?” i ask

“Nine” he shrugs

“Really can’t you push it back a bit I want my last morning to be a lie in” I beg

“sorry hun nothing I can do bout it” he shrugs

“Fine don’t I get like a last meal?” I smirk

“sorry can’t afford it, this place aint exactly a golden city” he sighs

“It’s okay, what about a last request?” I smirk

“in the morning hun” he smirks going to sit in his chair and sleep as it was getting fairly late now 

“Whitey?” I smirk

“Yes?” he asks

“What would push you enough to spank me?” I smirk

“if you want it so damn bad you only gotta ask darlin’“ he smirks leaning his arm on his desk and smirking at me

“Nope, wont feel the same, has to be for being bad” I smirk and I just giggle putting both my hands out side the bars trying to reach him “Ohh my hands are out” I smirk “and my head” i giggle sticking my head out the bar’s but he just laughed at me 

“You just want a spanking that’s all you want?” he smirks

“but only for being bad” I smirk

“well if you got dollar eighty eight cents I’ll find something bad you’ve done” he smirks leaning on my bars so I dug some money out my bra and stuck it out the bars and he happily took it counting it all making sure it was real and such “this is four dollars” he says

“I know, It should be a long one” I smirk

“alright, i will keep this any bad thing you do you get a spanking” he smirks

“But I want it now!” I complain

“Hun Im in here all night if you dont act up by morning i’ll give ya the money back” he smirks going and sitting in his chair and almost instantly was asleep so I sigh sitting on my bed for a while very grumpy i feel in pain somehow when I moved I moved a hair pin in my hair and it was poking me so I took it out and smirked seeing the door lock better getting on my knees and picking the lock pretty easy it didn't even wake him up so I smirked sitting on his desk and taking one of his guns 

“Hey Whitey” I smirk he opened his eyes facing my cell and quickly noticing I wasn’t in it and that I was pointing his own gun at him

“How did you do that?” he asks more surprised I did it then mad at me for it

“hair pin” I giggle with a shrug he quickly gets up grabbing my arm taking his gun back and throwing me back in my cell locking the cell again and holding his hand out to me so I hand over my hair pin

“the rest too” he sighs so I take all my hair pins out and hand them over to him letting my hair fall down all over the place and  he threw my hair pins away out the window “You are a very bad girl when ya wanna be” he smirks grabbing my waist though the bars and forcing my back tightly against the bars and I felt his hand very firmly grab my arse cheek 

“ohhh Mr Winn I don’t believe a grope was part of the arrangement” I smirk

“Yeah well then you broke out and stole my gun, Bad girls get a spanking, Naughty girls get fucked,but sexy girls have to cum” he smirks

“Which am I?” I smirk

“That’s just the problem darlin’ your all of them” he smirks before spanking me hard though the bars making me lightly groan “cant get a proper angle though the bars” he sighs

“why don’t you come in here then?” I smirk 

“No more escaping” he smirks and I nod

“Good girl” he smirks unlocking my door and quickly locking himself back inside with me “bend over the bed” he smirks at me but I shake my head “Oh but you where being so good, going back to bad girl now you know what your getting for it?” he smirks coming over obviously to bend me over himself but I grab his neck and kiss him hard until he melts into my kisses and I pull away leaving him wanting more but I turn around putting my hands on the cell bars putting them on the outside of the bars separating my legs to stand easier and within seconds I felt his hand on my waist soothing me for a moment as you would a beast before you kill it and sharply and painfully his hand hits me spanking me hard he kept going each time harder and rougher on me making me moan louder each time biting my mouth to the point of blood wanting more worse harder faster and as if he heard my request he moved up my dress revealing my bare ass cheeks to him and spanking me harder making me moan loudly for a moment running his hands all over me exploring me for a moment “You know if you went such a bad girl, I think I would marry you” he smirked

“You know?” I smirk

“I would, but if you went so bad You wouldn’t like spanking so much would you?” he smirks and I just moan in response as he spanks me again my cheek feeling sore already “and I’m not sure I would like ya any other way” he smirks

“Ohh... good girl or bad I will always need a spanking whitey” I smirk

“Good” he smirks spanking me hard both sides making me moan loudly almost screaming “where you gonna say somthing?” he smirks

“No” I begin

“Lair” he smirks doing it again but harder

“UMMMM!” I scream

“come on you wanna say somthin’ what is it?”

“Nothing” I groan

“Lair” He smirks spanking me harder then ever both sides making it sting insantly

“Uhh WHITEY!” I moan

“Ohhh Thats what it was, you where moaning for me” he smirks doing it again 

“UHHHH WHITEY!” I moan

 “I think this is the best my hands can do Im afraid missy” he smirks as I hear him fiddling with somthing little metal sounds and suddenly 

“UHHHHH WHITEY!” I scream as he spanks me with his empty gun it felt so bad but so so good “Uhhh Whitey Please” I beg

“what you want it again?” he smirks and I just nod and he spanks me using his hands again to tease me

“Please Whitey!” I beg and within seconds I feel him use his gun again

“Uhhhhhh WHITEY YES!” I scream hearing my screams spook the horses outside 

“one for breaking out” he smirks hitting me hard again spanking me with his gun “two for taking my gun” he smirks doing it again “three for being so dirty” and again and again “and this one cause I like ya screaming” he smirks hitting me again harder then before leaving me as a moaning mess against the bars “that’s enough spanking for one night hun” he smirks

“What No! Whitey please more Please Please! just a little more” I beg “this might be the last time I get a spanking and our so good at it” I beg

“am I?” he smirks running his hands all over me and spanking me again less hard this time

“Uhh Yes! Whitey please” I beg

“No more spanking” he smirks making me sigh a little annoyed he stopped till I felt something on me on my bare skin something big, and hard and throbbing

“Ummm Whitey, is that your gun on my back or do you just really like spanking me” I smirk

“well My guns are in there hostlers darlin’” he smirks

“thought so” I giggle 

“so it’s not my gun one guess gone, what else could it be?” he smirks

“Ummmm maybe some more fruit for me?” I smirk playing with him

“Ohh good guess, but sorry honey wrong again” he smirks spanking me hard again

“Uhhh Whitey” I moan softly

“go on then...what is it?” he smirks

“Your cock?” I smirk

“well done” he smirks “do you wanna guess where my cock is going?” he smirks

“Im my pussy?” I ask sweetly

“Got it in one darlin’“ he smirks and I feel him move me up a little where I had fallen a little cause of my spanking and slowly push inside me 

“Ohhhh Whitey!” I moan as soon as I felt him inside me it felt so good my god am i gonna miss him when he leaves again it takes him a little while he starts to move going all the way out just leaving the tip inside me and going back as deep as he could go “UHHH WHITEY YES! OH GOD WHITEY!” I moan

“Uhh god damn your Good” he moans back

“I havent had a man in here since 1882 should have cleaned up the place” I smirk

“oh no bother darlin’ I’ll make do” he smirks grabbing my hips hard and going in and out and in and out so fast and so deep god it made me gush on the inside and outside i swear someone will have to clean the floor under me soon else I might just be the cause of a La Belle flash flood I could hear the horse outside causing a lot of noise almost as much as we where in here “what the hells wrong with him” He sighs

“He knows his masters riding something else” I smirk

“Oh yeah, think he’s jealous” he smirks thrusting slowly and teasingly 

“Oh I would Indeed, but I aint quiet so used to having such a powerful stallion between my legs” I smirk

“You aint talking bout horses no more are ya missy” he smirks 

“Indeed I aint Mr Winn” I smirk so he smirks at me more going as fast, as hard, as deep and as rough as humanly possible I felt my orgasm explode inside me spraying my squirt all over his cock as I rocked into a state of bliss by his continued pounding trying to make my high last as long as possible but even when it began to die he didn’t stop he kept up this pase for so long I was rearing again but as I felt my pussy twinge so close to another I felt him shoot off inside me like a firework the hot sticky stuff coating my insides his thrusts slow and small trying to elongate his pleasure for as long as he could trying to avoid the pain of the gentlemen’s after orgasm his hips jerking in some odd angles and ways trying to get every drop of his seed inside me

“Uhhh Good girl” He moans still calming down

“My god Mr Winn, if I knew breaking out got me that, I would have broken out ten times by now” I smirk just as he pulled out of me i felt so empty him not being here anymore

“Umm Miss Y/n if I knew how good that was I’m not sure I would have ever left you alone” he smirked

“Uhh I’ll hold you too that whitey next time” I smirk sitting on my bed and he sat beside me both of us exhausted letting his now soft and smaller cock just sit out his pants to lazy to fix it 

“You wanna know somthin’?” he smirks and I just nod still calming down “I’ve never done that before”

“really?” I giggle

“Yeah, Never even kissed a young lady... until tonight” he smirked at me

“Ummm I doubt that whitey, your far to good at spanking to be so innocent” I smirk

“No honest, Never, you where my first” he smiles at me blushing a little

“aww whitey” I giggle cuddling closely to him “I would make you feel better the old Oh I was too dont worry, but honestly I dont even know who my first was...some horny boy in the forest most likely” I sigh “so, hanging tomorrow morning” I sigh

“Unfortunately so darlin’“ he sighs looking a bit upset 

“You where all for my hanging before, im a sick little murder” I smirk

“that was before I feel in love with ya” he smirks giving me a kiss

“yeah well, shit happens” I sigh “now I do believe I owe you something Whitey Winn, I said a good husband spanks his lady to make her behave and she rewards her good husband with sucking him till he screams, you might not be my husband but you still spanked me better then any man Ive never known, not even my pa could spank me back to being good as good as you can whitey” I smirk

“thanks I’ll take that as a compliment, but you dont owe me nothing the deal was a spanking for a suck i got to fuck ya thats much better if anything I owe you” he smirks

“and you made me cum almost twice actually, Id say I owe you one” I smirk

“sorry I was trying to get you there I swear I was but...I couldn't hold it no more” he sighs

“It’s okay, you’ll just have to owe me” I smirk “and i’ll owe you one” I smirk giving him a kiss “Whitey winn” i smirk “You think in another life I could’ve been Mrs Winn?” I smirk

“un doubt-ably” he smiles

“I look forward to when I get to live that one” I smirk “I don’t think i will be so luck to get that one next” I smirk

“I hope you do” he smiles at me giving me a few more sweet kisses before we both feel asleep here in my cell