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nomanwalksalone · 3 years

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ALTERNATIVE STYLE ICON: JIMMY WANG YU IN THE MAN FROM HONG KONG

by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans

There are things we always want to reclaim from our past, even from its most confused, bittersweet moments. In my case, the thoughtful moments driving home late at night down Santa Monica Boulevard decades ago from an essay-writing extension class at UCLA. With the top down on my coincidentally Australian-built convertible (a deathtrap, a future girlfriend would call it, and refuse to get in), those summer evenings seemed flower-scented, ripe with potential that would go wasted, still and quiet and beautiful in a city that was not mine.

I was taking this after-work class after feeling like I was losing my marbles, wanting to find a way to collect myself after college. College had beaten any confidence in my ability to write for personal expression out of me. I would not rediscover that in that class, in fact not for decades until blogs like No Man Walks Alone reached out to me and I could process and piece back together parts of myself, those disjointed, uncalm, uncollected pieces of myself. At the time, I was young and unmoored, and the station at the lower end of the dial I’d listen to on those drives back reflected that feeling of unreality and detachment. It played everything, ironically or not, everything from the Laverne and Shirley theme to what would have at the time been cutting-edge electronica. And one-hit wonder Jigsaw’s strange “Sky High”, whose refrain “You’ve blown it all sky high” was sung altogether too casually for someone to be expressing the upheaval of their entire life.

I was pleased to rediscover the song playing as the main theme to 1975’s The Man From Hong Kong, whose star Jimmy Wang Yu is today’s Alternative Style Icon. The song’s strangely flip attitude towards destruction works perfectly in this bizarre, bizarrely interesting movie, which ends on the climax of Wang Yu blowing former James Bond George Lazenby and an entire floor of Lazenby’s apartment building to kingdom come. After setting Lazenby (yes, Lazenby himself, in a practical effect that actually did leave him with burns) on fire by kicking him into his open-plan 1970s fireplace…

Lazenby had blown his own career sky high by walking away from a multi-picture Bond film deal to instead star in 1971’s Universal Soldier, a confounding mashup of Easy Rider and The Dogs of War whose chief point of interest is that feminist writer Germaine Greer plays a minor role. Lazenby claims that his friend Bruce Lee was set to star with him in The Man From Hong Kong until Bruce met his mysterious end at the hands of either a Dim Mak death touch or a medication allergy. Jimmy Wang Yu stepped into the role and Lee’s vacant shoes and acquits himself well in all respects except the unfair and unwinnable one of being in the shadow of a deceased legend, deceased so very much larger than life.

The Man From Hong Kong showed how exploitation films could be strangely liberating, indeed subversive. It was a so-called Ozploitation film by dint of its Australian production, going so far as to have its first scene a fight atop sacred landmark Ayers Rock, where a future Mad Max actor actually beats legendary martial artist and fight choreographer Sammo Hung. It also exploited many other period trends: the Kung Fu, international thriller, and loose cannon cop fads, with Wang Yu a polished Hong Kong police inspector able to charm very white Australian beauties out of their hang-gliding pants and bikinis. Nearly a half century later, moviemaking still is rightfully criticized for emasculating Asian men, yet in this 1970s exploitation film an Asian man got to carry out the old seduction tropes of the regressive, lily-white British spy movie, even if (as Alice Caldwell-Kelly has observed) the characters do engage in racist banter about it.

This is very much a Jimmy Wang Yu showcase. It’s certainly not Lazenby’s fits that stand out in this movie. As my friend Matt Spaiser of The Suits of James Bond has pointed out, Lazenby has to dress the part of a playboy bigwig villain, and wears old playboy clichés like gold-buttoned blazers with draggy 1970s long collars and fat ties, all in combination with the long sideburns and Zapata ‘stache that make him look like a more butch Peter Wyngarde. Wang Yu, instead, makes a deep blue his theme color, first in a rollneck with light salt-and-pepper tweed jacket in his suave arrival scenes in Australia, then as the color of the jumpsuit he wears in a viciously violent car chase and final fight where, as agent of the most chaotic good, he smashes through the windows of Laz’s penthouse apartment. That jumpsuit could have been iconic, were it not eclipsed by the yellow jumpsuit that would turn up in Bruce’s boss fights in Game of Death, released infamously long after Lee had died. In the shadow of the legend, shadows of legend. In contrast, Wang Yu’s dark green corduroy suit that he wears for his first confrontation with Lazenby is iconic and uneclipsed. Despite its 1970s exaggerations of style and details, its material, color and dash are very much contemporary, corduroy being one of the casual materials in which suit designers are trying to lure us out, even if might wear a bit warm for hot girl summer or whatever the current name of this current uncertain, tentative summer is. Perhaps hang gliding should make a comeback, although not in Sydney airspace.

Uncertain and tentative, you do what you can to collect yourself, invest at the time in what you can of yourself, and decades later maybe, maybe, you get somewhere, even if you can never stop looking back.

#rjman #reginaldjeromedemans #alternativestyleicons #features

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criticlog · 3 years

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SPN S1E18 - Something Wicked

Dean you gave your brother an ID with Bikini Inspector on it?? Lmao Sam looks so award!!

Okayyy creepy lady with upside-down cross in the room. That’s not concerning (turns out it’s not but that does look sus)

Oh no… Not a flashback

LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT: John left his kids stuck in a random motel room for days (3 nights according to Dean), forbade them to leave at any point in time, and left Dean to in charge of Sam’s safety when there was a monster on the prowl?? WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU???

Oh hey it’s the micro-aggression kid!

Tiny Sam using the puppy dog stare on Dean, it’s super effective

Sam what are you wearing? Where did you get that shirt?

Why would you get so close to her face? If you think she’s a monster, why would you get right up in her face like that Dean?

Damn, it really looked like Dean was gonna murder that doctor in broad daylight, nice acting there Jensen

Yeah no, I’m not over this. This literally wasn’t Dean’s fault and Sam is right! He was a kid and he should have never been left with that kind of responsibility in the first place. John is the only one to blame and the fact that he sent Dean here as if it’s his job to finish off this monster is fucking cruel and sick. Like the writers know that that’s not okay right? right???

Anywayyys, that jump scare got me a bit

This scene really reminds me of that dementor scene in Prisoner of Azkaban with Sirius

Wonder how that kid is gonna explain the multiple bullet holes in his bedroom wall and floor lmao

#CLwatchesSPN #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #supernatural #1.18 #s1e18 #something wicked

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chickenghost1 · 4 years

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LSS Ads Graded

Okay so I’m gonna list as many ads as I can think of and grade them based on the stripping content within. Going from S tier down to F. S tier obviously being an all-time great and F tier being ads which are complete missed oppourtunities, where it’s teased but never happens or maybe happens completely off-screen. D tier will be ads that actually have LSS content but execute them really poorly.

I definitely didn’t list all the ads I could remember so I might do a Part 2 soon. If you have any ads you’d like to see me grade please send them in!

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adidas: B - "The parking inspector gets stripped by a supersonic tennis ball" is probably a sentence that hasn't been typed before, so points to this ad for uniqueness. I like that one of her bra straps has broken in the process, that's some nice attention to detail that you just don't see in a lot of these.

BI Norwegian Business School: B - The one scene worth noting is the hot blonde losing her business suit in a job interview. Quite a restrained embarrasment, it's fun.

Best & Less: C - Fun, but underwhelming. I like her surprised and dare I say excited reaction, but it doesn't go anywhere from there.

Citroen Happy Days: C - Good but I can't find a high quality version anywhere which doesn't help. Probably B tier if there was.

DIM: A - Both these ads are utter classics, but my favorite of the two is the one with the cat. Yes it doesn't show anywhere as much skin but the woman is an utter bombshell.

Doritos Dinamata: B - I love the build-up to the stripping. Really builds the tension. Bonus points to the shot of her scrubs coming apart at the seams, really ties it together.

Doritos Power of the Crunch: A - CLASSIC bit of LSS. Hot woman wears dress, dress flies off, hot woman gets embarrassed.

Dunlop: A - The runners version is above the tennis ones simply because there's more to it. (First they lose their tracksuits, then their uniforms). All three versions of this ad are classic though.

EU Personal Data: B - The fact that she's stripped naked is superb, but it's a damn shame we A: don't get to see actual nudity beyond some generous side boob and B: she doesn't react at all, really keeps this from the upper echelons. So close.

Elephant Auto: B - This feels like a classic LSS ad. All the flying junk gets in the way of her which doesn't help it but besides that it's great.

Gilt: B - Another ad that benefits from a build-up. It works for the payoff and it delivers. Not spectacular, and there's a version of this ad with another woman who gets stripped off-screen which is a bit of a tease but it's fun.

Juiced: S - It hits all the right notes. Losing clothes bit by bit, great evolving reaction, utterly hot woman, breasts!

Kit Kat Ice Cream: C - Nearly a B but it just falls short, love the unravelling dress but there's hardly any reaction to it. It just doesn't really reach the peaks it could.

L'Etoile: C - Really creative way of doing it, just wish it was longer.

Magnet: A - Classic ad. Enough said really.

Marks and Spencer: C - Again nearly a B but the scene where she loses her clothes is VERY brief, and is somewhat obscured by camera angles and such.

Mastika Peshtera: A - SO GOOD, I just wish we had it in better than potato quality. It also came with these nice print ads which are stills from mid-strip.

Media Markt: B - The classic vacuum sucks off dress gag, done pretty well, the girl is a babe, do wish we got to see more of her reaction but it's still fun

MetroPCS: S - Two different LSS's take place here, the highlight of course is the Bridesmaids losing their dresses simultaneously, all with different reactions. It was already pretty much S Tier off that alone but the other woman who loses her dress right after too is just sugar on top. Great shit.

NOVY TV: B - The women are hot and their reactions are great. Good solid B Tier ad.

O'Charleys Bread: C - Barely any skin is seen after the rip but her reaction is cute and the shot of the dress ripping from her shoulders is nice. Just inches into C Tier.

Odol - D: It’s creative, I’ll give it that much, but you barely see anything and it’s over so quickly.

PACT Office of Eden: A - FANTASTIC Scene where the woman's clothes rip off in slow motion as her hair falls out of it's ponytail. HOLY SHIT it's good, and it's her real lack of reaction that keeps it from being S Tier. Really great ad though, highly recommended.

Que Chosir réseaux sociaux: B - Smartly dressed woman losing her clothes piece by piece, it's good but it's still lacking somewhat. Maybe becuse its pixilated, maybe she reacts too quickly. Love it in throry but just falls short a little bit.

Sekonda: B - Lingerie? Yes. Reaction? Embarrassed. Hotel? Trivago. ...man if only Trivago had an LSS ad to their name.

Sela: S - Not only is it a fantastic LSS ad, it's a fantastic ad in general. Parkour, a love story, great visuals and titties! Also the censored version features the girl holding on to her bra in a very cute way so extra credit there.

Sex Education Show: B - A woman loses her pyjamas while falling through the sky. I love this but it's held back by the shots of her losing her clothes either being obscured or really close-up, no inbetween. Great ad though, comes close to being an all time great for me. The opening titles also have her losing her clothes too though how is happens is not as obvious, bonus points anyway.

Sheetz: B - The brunette who loses her clothes to 'the force' is a fun yet it's an oh so brief scene.

Target Color: C - The woman who gets her winter clothes blown off down to summery swimwear is fun but it's brief and there's not much reaction.

Target Jeans: B - Great reaction to her teleporting jeans but why DID she react like that? There's no one in the changing booth with her.

The Sims Katy Perry: D - I loved this when it first came out because it was a Katy Perry LSS. Like come on, Katy Perry's dress magically flying off, of course I loved it. But it really isn't that good. She doesn't react to it at all and what she's wearing underneath barely shows more skin than what she had.

Triumph V-Shape: D - I LOVE the shots of the dress turning to ribbons but in the shot where she reacts she's so far away! What is this, an LSS for ants?!?

Under the Skin: C - It's fun but brief. Simple as that.

Vestel: S - Hot blonde woman loses her clothes one by one to a magic washing machine. Fantastic. Only thing that could've made it better was actual nudity but there is generous sideboob.

Vittel: F - THIS FUCKING AD. Right, so there are two ads in this series. One male and one female. The male version has the guys clothes rip apart in very high detail for like 15 seconds and then he runs off to the bathroom in his boxers. The fact that there is a woman version of this should put it in S Tier automatically, right? Wrong. It starts with said lady lounging poolside when she goes to drink the bottle of Vittel and her clothes start to tear. Great start. But instead of reducing her to a bikini or her underwear, it just replaces what she's wearing with almost exactly the same thing, then she goes to dance on the grass. Utter fail, why did they not follow the pattern set by the other ad?!? She's by a pool for fuck's sake it writes itself!! So much potential wasted here.

Vivelle Dop: B - This is great, I just wish there was a bit more to it. Also wish there were HD versions of it but that's neither here nor there.

Westfield Online: C - Damn this had potential! The idea of a hot, smartly dressed woman getting her clothes blown off one by one is fantastic. I like what we got but what we see is HEAVILY obscured and all too brief. Doesn't help that the only copy I ever found was not quite HD. She seems to be naked at the end of it all so bonus points but this could've been so much better. If anybody ever finds a better copy of this please send it my way, it might be enough to bump it up to B.

#commercials #ads #graded #euf

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hippychick006 · 5 years

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4.14 - Sex and Violence

I’m going to call this the episode that hellers should watch a hell of a lot more closely. This is a very long post but there’s so much going on in this episode that can’t be summarised and I want to capture it all so I’ll put it under a cut this time.

Dean wakes up and Sam’s not in bed, but in the bathroom whispering on the phone. It couldn’t look more like Sam’s having a secret affair if they tried, which he kind of is, going off with Ruby.

Did Sam just call Dean kiddo? Dude, he’s four years older than you and thirty!

Sam’s puppy eyes and “please” work on the guy they are interviewing who bludgeoned his wife to death in the opener with a meat tenderiser, so he tells them about the stripper he was going to run off with.

Sam goes to speak to the Dr involved in the case and oh my God, Dr Cara has dark hair, and if you change the last two letters, we get Cass! Definitely hinting at Sastiel which is totally end game (me if I was a heller).

Dr Cara asks to see Sam’s badge again which he shows with a lot more confidence than when he was a bikini inspector in the early seasons. He also looks like an FBI agent instead of a kid just out of high school. My bby is growing up

Hellers need to watch this episode if only because the doctor explains what oxytocin is - which explains why Destiel is not now and never will be canon because there is absolutely zero attraction between Dean and Castiel. I don’t even think Castiel;s body would release any hormones.

Dean walks in and Dr Cara brushes him off and goes back to speaking to Sam. Heh. Later Dean accuses Sam of c-blocking him. No Dean, she’s just into Sam and given your brother is really smoking hot, it should happen a lot more often than it does. Dean quickly cheers up though as they seem to be on a case involving strippers, finally.

They figure out through a phone call with Bobby - and how did the Winchesters cope before him? - that they are dealing with a siren.

The strippers are named after Disney princesses: Ariel, Aurora, Jasmine and next up Belle.

Hellers, this line (which Sam says to Dean in the strip club) will be important later in the episode: “Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion.”

Remember it looking like Sam was having an affair earlier in the episode? Now Dean’s checking through Sam’s phone to see who he called. He dials a number he doesn’t recognise and it’s Ruby. Dean’s pissed. When Sam returns and Dean tells him he forgot his cell phone, Sam looks guilty. Oh show.

They find out from Bobby that to kill the siren, they need some of his venom which may be in the blood of the guys so they go back to the hospital. Sam and Dr Cara flirt and Dean rolls his eyes.

FBI man, Nick Munroe’s arrived and incidentally, the actor, Jim Parrack, is listed as the same height as Jared on google. I liked Jim’s role in this, quality guest stars in both Cara and Jim.

Nick phones the number on Sam’s FBI card to check their credentials and we see that Bobby has a list of phones covering Federal marshals, FBI, CDC, police and health inspectors which is a nice little detail.

Sam persuades Dean to work with Nick to get him out of the way so that Sam can get the blood samples. Dean agrees, but he’s not doing it for Sam, he’s doing it for the girls.

Sam finds the blood gone. Switch to Dean who is bonding with Nick in the strip club. Nick hands over an evidence bag containing a flower which he says was found at each crime scene. Dean recognises the flower from Dr Cara’s office.

Cut to Sam and Cara talking about the case, and Cara says at one point: “Come on. Haven't you ever been in a relationship where you really love somebody and still kinda wanted to bash their head in? ”I’m thinking yes, Dr Cara and that person is his brother.

Dr Cara offers Sam a drink and for the first time in Sam’s history, he accepts (he’s normally the one stopping Dean from taking things - like the Carrigan’s offering peanut brittle in A very Supernatural Christmas episode.

Dean calls and Sam rejects the call.

Sam and Dr Cara get it on and that’s twice Sam’s been shirtless this season. I mean if I’d worked as hard as Jared to get that body, I’d want to show it off a little too.

Sam returns to the motel - and we get a beautiful shot from behind of what appears to be a freshly showered Sam walking down the corridor to the room. Velma Dinkley is right, those shoulders...

Dean’s not in the room so Sam calls him. There follows a whole conversation which I can’t do justice to, but basically Dean tells Sam he thinks the siren is Dr Cara. Sam tells him he doesn’t think it is. Dean asks Sam if he slept with her, which Sam denies and we get this from Dean: “Holy crap. You did. Middle of Basic Instinct and you bang Sharon Stone? Sam, you could be under her spell right now!” and also this one, “No, It's just...first it's Madison, and then Ruby, and now Cara. It's like... what is with you and banging monsters?”

Upshot of the conversation is that Dean doesn’t trust Sam and he’s going to finish off the case himself. I love Dean, I do, and I’d love to say he’s already under the siren’s spell during all of this, but he’s not. My bitter Sam girl is starting to rise up and Season 4 only gets worse from here on out.

The only consolation I have is that Sam looks smoking hot during that entire conversation. Jared really suits the dark suit and the open necked shirt look.

Sam throws his phone after that conversation and I think we’re supposed to see this as Sam becoming angry and unable to control it. I’d have thrown my phone too after that conversation so try harder on the anger front show.

Dean phones Bobby and asks for his help and then Nick to help him with the case and they start following Dr Cara.

Dean tells Nick his crazy theory, and asks Nick to just trust him on that. To Dean’s surprise and delight Nick agrees. Dean says. “Thank you. That's actually nice to hear.”

They share a drink from Dean’s hip flask which is a bad move on Dean’s part, because Nick then says Dean should have wiped the flask before drinking, revealing he’s the siren.

Hellers, this next line is also important: “ I should be your little brother. Sam. You can't trust him. Not like you can trust me. In fact, I really feel like you should get him outtta the way, so we can be brothers. Forever.”

Sam’s been out - not sure where - and when he returns to the motel, he sees Nick sitting on the bed. He asks what he’s doing there but gets jumped from behind and pulled back against the door with a knife to his throat by Dean. Sam quickly figures out that this is not normal behaviour - even for Dean - and accuses NIck of being “one butt ugly stripper.”

Sam doesn’t struggle in Dean’s arms too much and I got to say he looks kind of comfortable where he is. Sam tries to appeal to get through to Dean, but Nick shows Dean is under his control by getting him to cut Sam’s neck a little.

Hellers, this next line is again important. When Sam accuses Nick of poisoning Dean, Nick answers: “No. I gave him what he needed. And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him, that he could trust.” The episode could not hammer this home more clearly, how on earth do you all misinterpret the hell out of this episode?

Nick sprays Sam’s mouth with venom and I’m only slightly disappointed he didn’t get closer to Sam to do it. Honestly, Jim and Jared only had a couple of scenes but they were good ones and I love when Nick beckons Sam forward and he just goes.

There follows a brilliant scene between Sam and Dean with lots of hurtful things being said between them (again it sounds more like Dean’s accusing Sam of having an affair than anything else).

My favourite line during this is from Sam and the delivery was perfect: “You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo.”

BROTHER FIGHT! And we should have more of these, if for the only reason that Jared and Jensen are seamless in the fight choreography when it’s between the two of them.

Dean wins the fight, by crashing Sam through the motel door and it’s interesting the only time I can remember Sam winning is when he was hopped up on demon blood.

Sam’s lying winded on the door, Dean grabs a conveniently located emegency axe and goes to swing it.

Bobby’s arrived! And just in the nick of time. He stops the axe and stabs Dean to get some infected blood and to Sam’s anguished cries of “no!”, he throws the knife at a rapidly retreating Nick, killing him.

That shot of Sam on the floor at the end of the scene :(

At the end of the episode, they both say they didn’t mean the things they said:

SAM: 'Kay. So... so we're good?

DEAN: Yeah, we're good.

Narrator’s voice: They were not good.

What I am going to point out loud and clear for the final time, is that for all four men, the woman appeared as a stripper and they thought they loved her so the relationship was clearly sexual. For Dean, his siren is a representation of his brother.

Coming up, Sam and Dean go to couple therapy. (Which I’ll come back to in episode 4.18 (The Monster at the end of this book).

If it’s not clear, I loved this episode, even with all the brother angst - ok, if I’m going to be completely honest, especially with all the brother angst.

Next up Death Takes a Holiday.

#supernatural #season 4 #rewatch #4.14 #sex and violence #episode review

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shy-violet-soul · 6 years

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The Box in Room 11

Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester Rating: E for everyone Warnings: bittersweet fluff Word count: 1,600-ish A/N: I think the first time I fell in love with these brothers’ history was 1:18, when Dean gave up his Lucky Charms for Sammy. His too-grown-up sacrifice broke my heart. Baby Sammy’s smiling, innocent offer of the prize in the box melted the broken heart pieces. And that moment kickstarted the muse.

A huge thank you to the awesome SPN fic writers who showered some beta magic on this! Thank you, thank you @crispychrissy and @thesassywallflower!

Supernatural characters belong to CW and their creators. This is a work of fiction. Please do not repost without my permission.

Dreamstime.com by Kjrstudio, & creators (I searched & couldn’t find owners, sorry!)

There’s a box in Room 11 that is precious to both the brothers.

One of them knows about it. One of them doesn’t.

While scrounging the nooks and crannies of the bunker, Dean found the old trunk in the storage room. Sturdy, sizeable, it smelled soothingly of cedar as he centered it carefully at the end of his bed. In one corner sat the old baseball glove Bobby gave him as a boy. The leather was scuffed, worn shiny in some places, a bit cracked in others. Tucked underneath it was the only yearbook he ever got - junior year, 1995, Shadyside Tigers. His dad’s US Marines cap lay upside down, a medal engraved with ‘New York State Youth Association - Wrestling Champion’ inside it with the red and blue ribbon carefully folded. His first fake ID’s rubberbanded together - ‘Brian Wilson, Bikini Inspector’; ‘William Greer, IRS’; ‘Robert Palmer, CDC’. The antique pocket watch Pastor Jim gave him when he turned eighteen, the 1988 ‘Sports Illustrated’ with Elle McPherson he stole from a guy’s locker in the 5th grade, a handful of prize tickets from a county fair he’d taken Cassie Robinson to rounded out the collection of mementos from his younger years.

And there was the box.

The old ‘Bank Note’ cigar box looked ordinary. Unremarkable. If you lifted it to your nose and sniffed deeply, you could still catch a whiff of bitter tobacco. It had been carted around for twenty-odd years, shoved under dirty socks, ammo, and a crumpled sandwich bag of matchbooks. The odd scratch here and there, the ragged corners spoke of long handling. As beat up as the box was, it held Dean’s most priceless treasures.

Nestled dead center in a place of honor lay the very first treasure from decades past. Fort Douglas, Wisconsin. Nine or ten year old Dean, already a world-weary parent. Another night of dad leaving them alone. A dumped out bowl of Spagetti-o’s, and the sacrifice of the last bit of Lucky Charms he’d saved for himself. And Sammy’s first gift - the coveted prize in the box.

To anyone else, the little plastic car meant nothing. To Dean, it meant the world. Their childhood didn’t include many frivolities. Crayons weren’t allowed in the backseat after the melting incident; their dwindling plastic soldier army had seen some troops go AWOL; and the Legos not in the vents had been lost in dribbles in countless motels and fast food stops. The boys knew better than to ask for anything. But Dean had watched Sam stare at the Hot Wheels cars and super hero action figures stacked up on the endcaps of Gas n’ Sips across the entire midwest. At his young age, he couldn’t name the feeling that put a knot in his belly at the sight of little Sammy going without even a toy. So, a car, hot rod red, with wheels that shot it forward when you rolled it backwards? A prize of the highest degree. And little Sammy had given it to him. So, it had been the first treasure in the box.

A few months later, he’d been ready to pound on his baby brother when he’d come out from showering to see every bowl, cup, and plate in the puke-green kitchenette filled to overflowing with Corn Flakes from the brand new box. As Dean drew in a breath to threaten the little runt’s life, Sammy had smiled with dimpling delight as he trotted to him with outstretched hands. His pudgy little fingers offered up a genuine Starbot robot, complete with punching arm.

He’d tried to insist Sam keep it, but the little twerp turned those puppy dog eyes on him and he caved. He covered up his true pleasure by gruffly ordering him to clean up the mess. Too grown-up to show how happy he was over a toy, Dean waited until Sammy was asleep before carefully placing the little grey plastic robot in with the red car.

Months passed, filled with shorter pant legs and outgrown, too-tight shoes. The collection in the box grew, too. A color-changing spoon from a box of Trix. A yellow, rooster-shaped bike reflector from another box of Corn Flakes. A box of Rice Krispies produced a baking soda submarine. And, their personal favorite, a ghost detector courtesy of Apple Jacks. He couldn’t remember how many days they’d spent laughing over that thing.

But Dean never forgot the unabashed joy on his little brother’s face whenever he presented him with a new gift.

Every once in a while, when Dean reorganized the chest contents or was searching for the beef jerky, he’d open that cigar box. One long finger would stir through the trinkets, mouth quirking in a soft smile. Each one held a memory that he hoarded up selfishly. But one - one was particularly special.

Sam had just turned ten. He could remember the glint of the dollar coins in the sun as Bobby flipped them to him, one right after the other - five whole dollars for a birthday gift. Even now, he smiled again as he remembered the excited astonishment on his little brother’s face. After hours on the road and a stop at Gas n’ Sip, John had installed the boys in a motel room before leaving to chase down a lead. Dean had kept his shower short, hoping to see if this motel had cable before bedtime. The scene that greeted him at the wobbly kitchen table gave him pause.

Six boxes of Cracker Jack sat scattered across the dented, scratched surface. The caramel-popcorn treat had been poured into an elephant-shaped cookie jar from the counter. Dean stepped closer, popping a few pieces into his mouth as he glanced at his brother. He and his dad were big fans of the sweet & salty snack, but Sam - not so much. Dean took in the tiny plastic bags and scraps of torn paper strewn about the boxes, a couple of plastic bead necklaces, a sparkly pink hair clip, and a couple of rub-on flower tattoos scattered about. Sam, studiously wiping at something over the sink, still hadn’t noticed his brother.

The gangly kid had nearly jumped out of his skin when his big brother asked what in tarnation he was doing. His smile had been all triumph and glee when he’d presented the object: a metal badge pin, etched with ‘Special Police’.

“It’s for you! Here!” Sam chirped. Dean blinked at him in confusion.

“Do you mean that you bought six boxes of something you don’t even like for this? Where did you get the money?” The dimples disappeared as Sam stood wordlessly. That knot in his stomach, now familiar after years of it, hit Dean anew. “Your birthday money. Sam, Bobby gave that to you for YOU, you beanpole!”

“I know that, Dean. And I spent it how I wanted to.” Again, he offered the pin to him. “Here. I had to get more than one box because my odds at gambling suck, remember?”

Dean didn’t move, couldn’t move. This small gesture made his birthday gift to Sam seem small and worthless; what normal ten year old kid wanted a three-pack of Bic lighters, anyway?

A deep sigh from Sammy snapped his attention back to the present, and he watched as his little brother dropped his hand to his side.

“Look, Dean. I saw this little kid at that last diner wearing this pin. When I went to the john, I stopped and asked him where he got it, and he said from a box of Cracker Jack. You’re always talking about how Dad’s a hero, better than a police officer. And, well - you’re MY hero. Better than dad.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Well, it’s true. You’re the one who’s always looking out for me. And I really wanted you to have this. So, when Bobby gave me the five dollars, I wanted to try to get this for you. Please take it.”

Dean stared at the shiny pin, carefully taking it in his hand. Mistaking his reserve for disgust, Sam hurried to speak.

“I know you’re a grown up, it’s dumb, you don’t have to keep it -” he blurted out, moving to snatch it back. His big brother leaned it out of his reach, smiling past the lump in his throat.

“Thanks, Sammy. I love it.”

The ten year old returned his smile, relief relaxing his shoulders. After a moment, his grin widened.

“Besides, let’s just look at this as birthday cake! I can use one of the lighters as a candle!” he chattered out as he waved a hand at the overflowing cookie jar.

Dean could still see Sam’s smile in the wavering glow from the lighter, and him always having one of those birthday lighters in his pocket weeks later. He could hear the laughter from both of them as they gorged themselves on the Cracker Jack. He remembered making his dad turn around because he was sure he’d left the can of salt on the nightstand when really he went running back to get the badge pin he’d accidentally left in the drawer.

After a childhood lived out of duffel bags and a crowded trunk, the Winchesters still struggled with the concept of personal possessions. Even after living in the bunker for some time, it was hard to break a decades-long habit of living ‘temporary’. Most of their favorite belongings still ended up centered around the hunting life. That life had taught painful lessons about loss that would have sent stronger people running for a hermit’s existence, decrying any and all reminders of a past overrunning with tragedy.

But not the Winchester brothers. They still relished their happier memories. Little bright gleams scattered like lucky pennies amid the darkness of their years, giving them something to hold on to and drive from.

Some of those memories lived in a box. A box that one of them knew about, and one of them didn’t.

A box in room 11.

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Amitabh Bachchan shares his version of the bikini pic to tide over this problem on Instagram - bollywood

https://www.liveindiatimes.com/amitabh-bachchan-shares-his-version-of-the-bikini-pic-to-tide-over-this-problem-on-instagram-bollywood/

Amitabh Bachchan is celebrating 37 years of his film Mahaan on Wednesday and has shared facts from the film with a pinch of humour. The actor also treated fans with a hilarious Instagram post as he tried to adhere to the assumed rules of gaining popularity on the picture-sharing platform.

Sharing a picture from the making of the film on Instagram, the actor wrote, “Somebody was explaining to me why I was not getting the big numbers on Insta , unlike all the other youngGEN .. he said “ because you can’t put up a pic in a bikini “ !!! And suddenly this one popped up .. not quite a bikini , it’s more ‘bhara hua kini’ .. from my film MAHAAN .. triple role .. and today 37 th year of its release !!”

The picture shows Amitabh in a striped vest and shorts,walking with a small trolley. It received over 4.3 lakh ‘likes’ within a few hours.

Amitabh also shared some interesting trivia about the film which had him in a triple role. Sharing a collage of all his three characters, he wrote on his blog, “37 years .. ! 37 years of ‘MAHAAN’ .. the triple role .. the star cast .. the making the travel the days of work .. and the joy of a first attempt at a triple role .. VFX never heard of .. yet trick camera work and the efficiency of the technology within limitations .. “

While the actor played a lawyer named Amit with a bearded look and grey hair, he also played his two sons: Guru, a theatre actor and Shankar, a police inspector.

T 3515 – my film MAHAAN .. 37th year of release today .. !!!! triple role .. goodness .. what days .. what a star cast .. Waheeda Ji , Zeenat, Parveen , Amjad , Aruna Irani , Shakti Kapoor .. pic.twitter.com/cAoR8d1Lm0

— Amitabh Bachchan (@SrBachchan) April 28, 2020

He also shared some rare pictures from the making of the film including one with Pancham at Film Center recording studio in Tardeo where the films were developed.

Amitabh Bachchan with Pancham during the making of Mahaan. ( Amitabh Bachchan blog )

Also read: ‘Irrfan Khan is still fighting’: Actor’s rep dismisses extreme rumours about his health, asks people not to create panic

He revealed how the song Pyaar Mein Dil Pe Maar De Goli was shot in the presence of a real crowd in Patan , Nepal, which has now been renamed as Lalitpur. Talking about singing the song himself, he wrote, “Pancham da insisting I sing it .. was really badly sung but went with the moment of the scene , so it went.”

Amitabh had also suffered a hand injury while filming one of the action scenes and had to attend Rishi Kapoor’s wedding with a bandaged hand.

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Season One, Episode Eighteen

Something Wicked

2:37 This is very reminiscent of what we saw in Shadow - the shape of the hand, invisibility. Until we see the creature - although that doesn’t immediately tell the viewer that this is not the demon, at least on a first viewing.

3:20 So they’re back to John sending them across the countryside. He’s potentially a very good researcher, or has good instincts when it comes to seeing supernatural patterns, as Sam is unable to piece anything together.

4:31 The fact Dean has to confirm that school’s out at 4:10 pm. It’s really nothing much, but I think it’s a bit of how he was never really in the school system and never had to routine for twelve years of finishing at 3 or 3:30.

5:34 Bikini inspector? When you’re trying to be professionals? Seriously? Remember when Dean’s juvenile humour wasn’t to cover up decades of torment?

6:08 That look of ‘I’m still going to kill you’ from Sam.

6:39 So this is rather obvious telegraphing - the look, the music, the upside down cross. It’s possibly overdone, unless we’re meant to continue the belief that it’s a demon from the opening and think that this is the demon.

9:13 The guy we just talked to? I’m betting it’ll be awhile before he goes home - Sam. This is said right after Dean talks about John, with a raise of the eyebrows and the camera pushing in slightly. I think it’s a subtle dig at John - that he would already be home if either Sam or Dean was in hospital, although with Sam saying that the house will be deserted, of course.

10:07 For the first time, a younger Sam and Dean!

10:24 John says that he’ll ring once and then ring again so Dean can tell it’s him. Surely… he’s not the only one who would potentially do that?

10:37 It only takes one mistake. You got that? - John. John is trying to protect Dean, and he does somewhat recognise his abilities. But John is putting way too much on Dean. A single mistake could see both him and Sam severely injured or dead. This isn’t the sort of responsibility and consequences a boy of Dean’s age here should be dealing with on his own.

10:52 We don’t know what day it is, but it sounds like it’ll be at least a couple days. And it sounds as though Dean is expected to have the placed locked down that whole time. Again, it’s hardly fair.

11:00 Shoot first. Ask questions later - Dean. Dean’s grown up with that. He’s expected to follow orders and act, not think.

12:08 Dean is rather dismissive of knowing anything about the monster. However, just that he’s heard of it and not Sam says something. He’s also unusually dismissive - usually he will give exposition when called for, but he’s shrugging it off here.

11:02 So this kid is very much a parallel to Dean. We can see it already in the comment and look about the two queens and him being alone on the counter.

12:11 And we quickly see more with the mother. She barely greets him before telling him to go look after his brother - much like John did to Dean with Sam.

14:15 There’s only enough left for one bowl and I haven’t had any yet - Dean. This scene is easily one of the biggest pieces of outright evidence in saying John was neglectful. They do have food, yes, but it’s not particularly healthy, they’ll be in trouble if John is late getting back for any reason, and Dean seems to be having to ration.

14:23 Dean puts the Spaghetti-O’s into the bin. He looks like he doesn’t even think about eating them himself, and then gives up the Lucky Charms to Sam. It’s a behaviour that’s incredibly ingrained for Dean. His well being doesn’t matter, what matters is looking after Sam.

14:38 Do you want the prize? - Sam. Sam is the younger brother, but in his own way is trying to look after Dean and cheer him up.

16:00 I suspect that Dean remembers a lot from learning about the shtriga. He’s trying to be casual and offhand, but it seems like Dean’s trying to get the information out quickly and not really talk about it.

21:22 Again, Michael is very much Dean here. So we can assume that the mother is acting much as John would have. She’s putting a lot of responsibility on Michael, and despite him feeling that it’s his job to look after his little brother, he’s cut out when Michael feels it’s most important to be there.

25:40 You can hear in his voice that Dean is on the verge of tears. We already saw that he was unusually tense when he was talking to the shtriga. But this starts to fully say that Dean has a personal stake in this.

25:45 There’s no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me - Dean. That’s a heck of a weight to bear. Dean acted as any kid could have been expected to, and feels that he has blood on his hands. He presumably has others like it, where he’s been made to feel like deaths are his fault and has carried them for years. It's one reason he hunts, because if he doesn’t, he feels personally responsible.

26:35 So three nights. Holding out for three nights without going out is quite a long time for a kid. It’s detrimental to both of them, socially and mentally to be shut in the whole time.

27:40 Dean already looks scared here, and presumably, the most obvious is that John’s come back.

28:04 You can see Dean shaking. Something happening to Sam is the worse case scenario for him.

28:40 Dean immediately said that he went out. He doesn't even try to cover things up, and I’d think that he’s been conditioned to blame himself as much as John does.

29:00 John’s reaction says a lot. He places all the blame on Dean.

29:38 He looked at me different. You know, which was worse - Dean. That, to me, is emotional abuse. This episode really reiterates the clues we’ve had about Sam and Dean’s childhood. It also says a bit as to why Dean wants to so strictly follow John’s orders. When he failed to follow them, Sam almost died, and that’s an incredibly strong motivation for Dean. Following John’s orders has been very much linked to protecting Sam for Dean.

34:55 I’m glad Sam recognises that this goes into Dean always wanting to follow John’s orders. It’s not something Dean is ready to hear, he doesn’t see it that way, but it’s good development that Sam recognises it.

40:16 I wish I could have that kind of innocence - Sam. I think that getting away from hunting is one way of getting that for Sam - not innocence, really, but not being so aware of what’s out there. If Sam were to live a completely normal life, he would have to ignore the supernatural and any possible hunts.

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Pilot (Part 3): Water Under the Bridge

A/N: A year without posting she comes back with part three! ….Yeah, I’m deeply sorry everyone that I’ve been gone for so long. Life was kinda kicking my ass. I do want to make it clear that I will be continuing this story, it’s still a passion of mine. With that said, I want to thank everyone that stuck with me since the beginning. Thank you, truly, for putting up with me. Please enjoy part three! Word count is: 4,374

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Knowing Sam was now on board with the search, Dean popped the trunk of the Impala and the spare-tire compartment. He propped it open with a shotgun as he dug around the clutter in the arsenal.

“All right, let’s see, where the hell did I put that thing?” Dean voiced to himself.

Sam and you moved closer towards the trunk to get a better view of what he was searching for. Always the curious one, Sam decided to ask something that has been bugging him since his brother told him the news of their father. “So when Dad left, why didn’t you go with him?”

Dean didn’t bother glancing up from his work. “I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans.”

Raising your eyebrows, you couldn’t believe what Dean said. Was he not going to mention that you worked cases with him? Granted the two of you had a sort of falling out and he was probably only informing Sam what he was doing when their Dad disappeared. But still. It stung a little that Dean neglected to tell his little brother that tidbit.

Sam shifted on his feet. “Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?”

Turning towards Sam, he gave him an incredulous look. “I’m twenty-six, dude.”

You rolled your eyes. “Great, and I’m twenty-one. Now that we established that we’re all adults, can you show us the case?”

With a chuckle from Sam and a glare from Dean, the older Winchester pulled out some papers from a folder. He explained how each report was about men who had all gone missing on the same five-mile stretch of road in the past twenty years just outside of Jericho.

Dean picked up a hand held tape recorder and pressed play. “Dean,” John’s voice cut through the static, “something big is starting to happen… I need to try and figure out what’s going on. It may… Be very careful, Dean. We’re all in danger.”

Turns out there was an EVP on the recording. “All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got,” Dean said.

The woman’s voice cracked through the recorder and eerily whispered. “I can never go home.”

Wanting to look over the case some more you took the files from Dean before he could put them back in the trunk.

“You know, in almost two years I’ve never bothered you, never asked you for a thing,” Dean started as he leaned against the now closed trunk.

That was your cue to give the brothers some time to talk. With papers in hand, you leafed through them as you walked trying to find any kind of connection. This proved rather difficult when the cool crisp air finally hit you. The missing person reports couldn’t even distract you enough from the shivers that kept coursing through your body. Your short trek through the empty parking lot ended quickly and you found yourself heading back towards the boys.

“It’s a law school interview, and it’s my whole future on a plate,” Sam stated slowly, completely done with whatever they were discussing.

Dean nodded his head and smirked. “Law school?”

“So we got a deal or not?” Sam waited patiently for a response he never received.

***

Currently, you were occupying the front seat of the car as Dean stopped for gas and Sam rifled through Dean’s cardboard box filled with cassette tapes. You bolted at the opportunity to sit in Dean’s normal spot so you could catch up with Sam.

“That’s awesome Sam. You’re a shoo-in.” You playfully punched his shoulder in congratulations.

His lips twitched into a sheepish smile. “Well, I’m not a lawyer yet.” Sam paused his digging through the cassette box to fully face you. “So how are you, (Y/N)? You’ve been kinda quiet.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I’m alright, maybe a little tired.”

Sam tilted his head to the side as he watched you. Even after all these years apart he could still detect when you weren’t yourself. “I hope you’re not pushing yourself too hard on hunts again, (Y/N).”

“Quite the opposite actually.” A nervous laugh escaped through your lips. “I’ve been taking a break from hunting.”

Obviously not expecting that, Sam’s brows shot up in surprise. A bunch of emotions flickered across his face until he settled on confusion.

You cut him off quickly as you saw Dean walking out from the gas station mart. “I’ll tell you later.”

Sam sported a pouty frown but nodded regardless.

“Hey! You two want breakfast?” Dean asked with a granola bar sticking out of his mouth and an array of junk food in his arms as he walked up beside the pump the Impala was parked at.

Sam glanced at the unhealthy food choices and rolled his eyes. “No, thanks.”

Dean held up the items directing his gaze at you this time. The car door squeaked open, alerting to him that you wanted breakfast. The granola bar he was holding in his mouth was tossed in your direction, effectively hitting you in the face.

“Seriously, Dean?” You scoffed, moving out of the car to pick up the granola bar off the ground.

“It got you out of the front seat, didn’t it?” He smirked as you slipped into the back of the car.

Still looking at the box of cassette tapes, Sam cut off the comeback you were thinking of giving Dean. “So how’d you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?”

“Yeah, well, hunting ain’t exactly a pro ball career,” Dean replied as he filled the Impala’s gas tank. “Besides, all we do is apply. It’s not our fault they send us the cards.” He placed the nozzle back on the side of the pump after the tank was filled.

“Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?” Sam retorted, letting the box rest on his lap while he shifted himself back into the car and shut the door.

“Uh, Burt Aframian.” Dean climbed into the driver seat, placing his soda and chips down next to him. “And his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal.”

“Hector is a nice name, we should start calling you that,” You teased from the backseat.

A short laugh escaped Sam before he turned to the box on his lap. “I swear, man, you’ve gotta update your cassette tape collection.” He shook his head.

Dean spoke with a mix of hurt and disbelief. “Why?”

“Well, for one, they’re cassette tapes. And two,” Sam held up each tape for every band he named. “Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?”

Snatching that last plastic case from his little brother, Dean popped the tape from its cover and into the player.

“It’s the greatest hits of mullet rock,” Sam said with finality.

Not wanting Sam to think you agreed with him, you leaned over the front seat right in between the two brothers and cranked the volume almost completely up. Returning to your original spot, you managed to send Sam a mischievous wink.

The older Winchester couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s face. “Well, house rules, Sammy.” He grinned, starting up the car. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.” AC/DC’s “Back in Black” blared from the speakers as Dean dropped the empty case back in the box.

“You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It’s Sam, okay?” He corrected, struggling to be heard over the music.

Dean whirled one of his fingers around his own ear. “Sorry, I can’t hear you, the music’s too loud.” He smirked as he drove off to the sound of Brian Johnson’s vocals and your laughter.

***

Laying your head against the Impala door you watched the scenery and a sign that read “JERICHO 7” whizz by, as Sam wrapped up his phone call.

“Thank you,” Sam spoke, shutting his phone before sharing what he learned. “All right. So, there’s no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that’s something, I guess.”

Dean glanced at his brother for a split second before directing his gaze back on the road. Your eyes flitted between the brothers trying to gauge what they were feeling based on this news. If it weren’t for the music playing, the car would have been dead quiet.

“Check it out,” Dean announced, nodding his head towards the bridge that was ahead. Several policemen and police cars milled around the area. The Impala pulled to a stop and the three of you just watched the scene on the bridge for a couple of minutes. The car shuddered to a stop when Dean turned the engine off and reached for the glove compartment. Upon opening the compartment, Dean revealed a box which contained an outrageous number of ID cards with both his and John’s faces on them. As the older Winchester sorted through all the fake cards, you could’ve sworn you saw a card with Sam’s face that said “bikini inspector” on it.

After being deemed appropriate, Sam and yourself received the cards from Dean. Observing the I.D. you noticed it was an older picture of yourself by how young you looked. You huffed out a laugh at that. “The amount of illegal stuff I’ve done with you two assholes is gonna come back and bite me in the ass, I can feel it.”

“Shut up,” Dean replied with a scoff and an eye roll. He nudged his little brother who snorted at his terrible comeback, smiling in spite of himself. A final shake of the head and Dean voiced, “Let’s go.”

***

The bridge was bustling with officers, the whole place was crawling with men in uniform. Many of them were investigating the car above and some were below searching in the river. So many police officers in one area made you uneasy.

One officer, a Deputy, near the edge of the bridge leaned over and yelled down towards the murky water. “You guys find anything?” He questioned.

“No! Nothing!” The police diver shouted up as a response.

The officer turned his attention away from the water to the car sat in the middle of the bridge. Judging by the police tape surrounding it, you assumed it was missing person’s ride. A second Deputy was rifling around at the driver’s side of said car when his colleague approached him.

“No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It’s almost too clean.” He explained as the three of you approached, the boys exuding a lot more confidence than you. You let out a shaky breath, suddenly nervous. The months of not hunting finally catching up to you.

The Deputy outside the car decided to strike up a conversation. “So, this kid Troy. He’s dating your daughter, isn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s Amy doing?”

“She’s putting up missing posters downtown.”

You made a mental note of that name just as the boys and you approached the car. Dean took the lead and spoke first. “You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn’t you?”

The Deputy turned at the new voice. “And who are you three?”

Swifty, the three of you flashed your badges in unison. You shocked yourself by how smooth that went. Thank God for muscle memory.

“Federal marshals,” Dean explained, putting away his badge.

“You three are a little young for marshals, aren’t you?” The Deputy questioned suspiciously.

With a short laugh, Dean brushed it off quickly. “Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.”

Well, fuck. If he thought Sam and Dean looked young, you were screwed. You tried not to squirm under the scrutinizing gaze from the Deputy. Gathering yourself, you followed the older Winchester’s lead. “You did have another one just like this, correct?”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. About a mile up the road. There’ve been others before that.”

“So, this victim, you knew him?” Sam threw in as his brother circled around the car trying to examine it.

The man nodded again. “Town like this, everybody knows everybody.”

Still looking at the car Dean asked, “Any connection between the victims?”

“Besides that they’re all men?” You added.

“No. Not so far as we can tell,” He responded with a shake of his head.

“So what’s the theory?” Sam questioned, moving over to stand beside Dean across from you.

“Honestly, we don’t know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?” The Deputy listed off the potential possibilities.

“Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys.” With a tight-lipped smile, you continued to stare straight ahead pretending that you didn’t just hear Dean say that. Trying to regain hold of the conversation you sent a desperate look towards Sam, hoping he could fix this situation. Unfortunately, Sam only made things worse by being very obvious and stomped on Dean’s foot. After you witnessed this happen, you could feel your eye twitch as you held onto the last of your composure.

“Thank you for your time. Gentlemen,” Sam smiled forcefully, starting to walk away with Dean on his heels and you in tow. You were still acting casual in case the Deputies were watching. No need to attract any more attention to yourselves.

“What the hell, De-” You started, but were cut off after Dean smacked the back of Sam’s head.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“Why’d you have to step on my foot?”

“Why do you have to talk to the police like that?”

“Knock it off you two!” You hissed, having had enough of their childish behavior. Walking ahead, Dean turned and stopped in front of Sam. This caused you to stumble into Sam’s back when he paused.

“Come on. They don’t really know what’s going on. We’re all alone on this. I mean, if we’re going to find Dad we’ve got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.” As Dean ranted, he had failed to notice a Sheriff and two FBI agents looming behind him. The older Winchester spun around after Sam cleared his throat and you kept throwing glances over his shoulder.

“Can I help you boys? Ma’am?” The Sheriff asked, brows raised and a nod of acknowledgment in your direction as he spoke.

“No, sir, we were just leaving,” You answered. The brothers followed behind you, as you lead them back to the Impala.

Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head as you heard Dean mutter behind you. “Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.”

***

The next stop on the list was downtown Jericho. The three of you hoped to find Amy, the missing man’s girlfriend, and ask her what she knew. You were in luck because you had spotted her putting up missing person posters by the Highland Movie Theater.

Amy had agreed to answer some questions with her friend Rachel after you had convinced her that you were Troy’s Aunt and Uncles. At first, she was a little confused why Troy had never mentioned any Aunts or Uncles to her. Thinking on the fly, you reassured her that the three of you lived up in Modesto and weren’t around much.

“Oh, that makes sense,” she nodded. “We should talk somewhere more private.” All in agreement with that suggestion, the five of you made your way to the little diner that was down the street.

Sam slid into the small booth first, followed by yourself, and then Dean. Rachel and Amy settled opposite from the three of you.

“I was on the phone with Troy.” Amy began, “He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and… he never did.”

“He didn’t say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?” Sam asked.

Amy shook her head in response. “No. Nothing I can remember.”

While Sam was conversing with Amy, you couldn’t help but stare at her pentagram necklace. About to question her about it, you were silenced when Dean leaned forward and squished you more into Sam’s side.

“Here’s the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something’s not right. So if you’ve heard anything…” He prompted.

The two girls exchanged a knowing glance with each other, which indicated that they clearly knew something.

“What is it?” Dean questioned.

After another look from Amy, Rachel spoke up, “Well, it’s just… I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk.”

“What do they talk about?” The three of you asked in perfect unison. There was an awkward pause as Dean glanced at you and Sam. Shrugging your shoulders you gestured for Rachel to continue.

“It’s kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago…” Rachel explained, “Well, supposedly she’s still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever.”

It was clear at that moment that this was definitely your kind of gig. Hopefully, the information the girls provided would be enough to aid the Winchesters and you in research.

***

The three of you made a beeline to the Library not long after the conversation at the diner. Idly spinning around in your chair, you watched Dean struggle to come up with any search results for “Female Murder Hitchhiking”. Dean tried again by replacing a few words, only to end up with the same lack of results. Sam finally lost his patience when Dean attempted another search for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Let me try,” He said, reaching towards the keyboard, only to be smacked away by Dean.

“I got it,” He assured before Sam completely pushed his brother’s chair away from the computer.

“Dude!” Dean protested, smacking his little brother’s shoulder. “You’re such a control freak.” He muttered. The boys continued to harass each other while you took the opportunity to scoot closer to the desk.

“So, I’ve been thinking. Angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?” You started, gaining both Winchesters attention. Receiving a noise of confirmation, you continued. “Well, maybe it’s not murder.”

Sam nodded in understanding, realizing where you were going with this. Typing rapidly you replaced “Murder” with “Suicide” in the search box. The computer finally produced an article titled “Suicide on Centennial” after three excruciating minutes of loading. Turning your chair slightly you threw a cocky smile towards Dean. His only response was an irritated eye roll.

“This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river.” Sam scrolled through the newspaper article, eyes searching for more information.

“Does it say why she did it?” Dean asked, leaning closer trying to see the computer.

“Yeah,” Sam replied, “An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing. Both die.”

“Jesus,” You murmured.

Dean hummed as Sam quoted part of the article. “'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn’t bear it,’ said husband Joseph Welch.” The man mentioned in the paper was pictured next to the Sylvania Bridge, which you recognized as Troy’s crime scene.

“That bridge look familiar to you?” Dean knowingly asked.

“Let’s check it out,” You announced, automatically standing.

***

The Sylvania Bridge at night was a stark contrast to the one you visited during the daytime. There was no longer any police officers yelling or blocking off access to the bridge. The three of you were currently stopped near the side of the bridge. You could clearly hear the roar of the murky water below as you leaned over the metal railing.

“So this is where Constance took the swan dive,” Dean commented.

Sam turned to look at Dean as you continued to try to make out anything through the fog that appeared. “So you think Dad would have been here?” Sam asked.

��Well, he’s chasing the same story and we’re chasing him,” Dean responded, moving away from the railing and slowly making his way across the bridge. Sam, eager to figure out what’s next, closely followed his older brother with you not trailing far behind.

“Okay, so now what?” Sam questioned.

“Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while.” Dean answered. Sam immediately stopped walking, Dean and yourself pausing too.

“Dean, I told you, I’ve gotta get back by Monday-”

“Monday. Right. The interview,” Dean interrupted.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I forgot. You’re really serious about this, aren’t you? You think you’re just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?”

“Maybe. Why not?” Sam shrugged.

“Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you’ve done?”

“No, and she’s not ever going to know,” Sam said seriously, taking a step closer to Dean.

“Well, that’s healthy,” Dean retorted. “You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you’re going to have to face up to who you really are.” The older hunter turned and started walking away from Sam. You watched silently as the discussion quickly turned into a heated argument. For a moment you considered intervening but thought better of it.

“And who’s that?” Sam asked, a couple of steps behind his older brother.

“You’re one of us,” Dean said like it was obvious.

Sam stormed in front of his older brother, effectively stopping him in his tracks. “No. I’m not like you. This is not going to be my life. (Y/N) doesn’t want this to be her life either.”

Dean’s eyes flickered in your direction for a brief second before he focused his attention on Sam. “You have a responsibility to-”

“To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren’t for pictures I wouldn’t even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom’s gone. And she isn’t coming back.”

As true as Sam’s point might have been, it was still a shock to hear. A gasp flew from your lips as Dean suddenly grabbed the front of Sam’s hoodie and shoved him against the metal pillar of the bridge.

“Guys, that’s enough!” You shouted, finally leaving your spot and hurrying over to where the two men stood. “Knock it off, Dean,” You hissed, attempting to get him to let go of his younger brother. He didn’t budge at your words. With a huff, you decided to try to pry his fingers off with force.

Dean was silent as your nails clawed at his hands; he was too preoccupied glaring at Sam. “Don’t talk about her like that,” He growled, breaking the silence, not before releasing his brother’s hoodie and stomping off.

Ignoring the fuming Dean, you directed your attention to the younger hunter. “You okay?” You asked Sam, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He nodded at you in response.

“Sam. (Y/N),” Dean called.

Turning around to face the direction Dean was, your eyes scanned along the bridge for what he could possibly be looking at. Then you saw it. Or rather her. Lightly smacking Sam on the arm, you pointed out what could only be described as an apparition. There in all her glory was Constance Welch. Despite the obscuring fog, you could tell it was her based on the picture from the article you read. Her face was blank, partly covered by a mass of tangled dark hair. Her long white dress whipped against her ankles and the railing she stood on.

For a brief moment, her empty eyes bore into yours as if she was trying to say something. Without a sound and no hesitation she let her body fall off the bridge and plummet into the awaiting river below.

The three of you raced over to where Constance previously was, searching to find a trace of her. “Where’d she go?” Dean asked, eyes straining to see in the dark.

“I don’t know,” Sam mumbled.

You sighed, “I think she’s gone, guys.”

As if responding to your statement, two bright headlights were shone at the three of you, illuminating your silhouettes against the otherwise dark bridge. The Impala’s engine suddenly roared to life, startling you. Glancing at the boys, you noticed they were just as confused as you were.

“What the f-” Dean trailed off quietly, drowned out by the constant rumbling of the car.

“Who’s driving your car?” Sam directed at his brother. Wordlessly, Dean dangled the car keys between his fingers, jingling them slightly to prove he had them. He slipped them back into his jacket pocket as his and two other pairs of eyes continued to watch the car with increasing worry.

With a jolt, the Impala surged forward, its intent to run the Winchesters and you over.

Panic flooded through you, the beloved Impala which you considered a safe haven was possessed and speeding towards you. With a rough tug on your jacket, you were pulled out of your thoughts and into motion.

“Go! Go!” Sam yelled, prompting Dean and yourself to run even faster.

You sprinted across the bridge, a couple of steps behind the hunters. Your hair blew rapidly behind you as the cold wind stung your cheeks. Sam and Dean would occasionally look back to see where the car was, while you focused on getting away from said car.

Literally running out of options, you stupidly went the only way you could at this point: off the bridge. The Impala was licking at your heels just as the three of you vaulted over the side of the railing.

Flinging your body sideways, you blindly made an attempt to grab the railing last minute. The rusty metal dug deep into your hands, cutting them like a knife through butter. You screamed as you lost what little grip you had on the railing as the weight of your body pulled you down.

Frantically you reached for something, anything, to latch onto. You had to force your eyes to remain open, otherwise, you weren’t sure you’d be able to open them again.

Your body collided heavily with an iron pole, nearly knocking the wind out of you. You landed painfully on your back an instant later.

From somewhere above, you vaguely heard the car’s tires squealing to a stop, having achieved its goal.

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Packed Bars Serve Up New Rounds Of COVID Contagion

As states ease their lockdowns, bars are emerging as fertile breeding grounds for the coronavirus. They create a risky cocktail of tight quarters, young adults unbowed by the fear of illness and, in some instances, proprietors who don’t enforce crowd limits and social distancing rules.

Public health authorities have identified bars as the locus of outbreaks in Louisiana, Florida, Wyoming and Idaho. Last weekend, the Texas alcohol licensing board suspended the liquor licenses of 17 bars after undercover agents observed crowds flouting emergency rules that required patrons to keep a safe distance from one another and limit tavern occupancy.

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Adriana Megas found HandleBar Houston so crowded when she went one night two weekends ago that she left. “They weren’t counting who came in and came out,” said Megas, 38, a nursing student. “Nobody was wearing any masks. You would never think COVID happened.”

The owners of HandleBar Houston, one of the bars whose licenses were suspended, did not respond to requests for comment. Megas said she and her friends drove by five other jammed bars on their way home. “The street was insanely busy,” she said. “Every single bar was filled.”

Photo at Handlebar in Houston ⬇️ 2/3 pic.twitter.com/kOiJTBqm9p

— Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission (@TexasABC) June 21, 2020

In Boise, Idaho, at least 152 people have been diagnosed with COVID-19 in cases that health authorities linked to people who, unaware they were infectious, visited bars and nightclubs, officials said. On Monday, the Central Health District, which oversees four counties, rolled back its reopening rules to shutter bars and nightclubs in Boise’s Ada County.

Bars are tailor-made for the spread of the virus, with loud music and a cacophony of conversations that require raised voices. The alcohol can impede judgment about diligently following rules meant to prevent contagion.

“People almost don’t want to social-distance if they go to the bar,” said Dr. Amesh Adalja, a senior scholar at the Johns Hopkins University Center for Health Security in Baltimore. “They’re going to be drinking alcohol, which is a social lubricant. People will often be loud, and if they have forceful speech, that’s going to create more droplets.”

On top of that, the very act of drinking is incompatible with wearing a mask, a primary way of limiting the spread of infection. Public health experts say many patrons are young adults who may think they are impervious to the coronavirus.

It’s certainly less lethal for them: Fewer than 4% of adults in their 20s with COVID-19 have been hospitalized, compared with 22% of those in their 60s, according to the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Only 1 in 1,000 COVID-19 patients in their 20s die from the virus.

Nonetheless, as bars and other public places reopen, rates of infection in younger adults are rising, and bars are a particularly dangerous vector. Several outbreaks have been traced to bars that cater to college students. In Baton Rouge, Louisiana, health authorities have received reports of more than 100 instances of positive COVID-19 tests tied to bar visits and bar employees in Tigerland, a neighborhood frequented by Louisiana State University students.

Reggie Chatman, a 23-year-old LSU graduate and sports reporter at a Baton Rouge television station, said he was surprised at how crowded the Tigerland bars were when he drove past them last weekend.

“It looked like a football weekend. It was unbelievable, just seeing that many people walking around,” he said. “Each bar had a line in front of it. It didn’t look like they were really stopping anybody from going inside. I didn’t see one mask out there at all.”

Jason Nay, the general manager of Fred’s, one of the bars there, said the bar closed two days last week to test all employees after three workers were COVID-positive. The business reopened Friday night but had only five customers.

“This goes to show you how many people know what’s going on,” he said. “Not even the students who thought they were invincible felt comfortable coming out.” He said that Fred’s will check patrons’ temperatures and hand out disposable face masks this weekend.

Nay, 37, said he believed most students had been actively socializing for months by having friends over to their homes. “Don’t think they changed anything until recently, and I think the main reason why they changed is because their parents really tore into them because they could have brought that home for Father’s Day,” he said.

There are about 43,000 bars in the country. As many states permit them to reopen, authorities have enacted various measures to mitigate the chances of infection. Earlier this month, Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis allowed bars to open at half capacity with social distancing. This week he warned that violators risk losing their liquor licenses if “it’s just like mayhem and like ‘Dance Party USA’ and it’s packed to the rafters.”

In Texas, Gov. Greg Abbott decreed that bars must limit indoor service to half their legal occupancy, keep tables to 10 people or fewer and enforce 6 feet of distancing between groups. “There are certain counties where a majority of the people who are tested positive in that county are under the age of 30, and this typically results from people going to bars,” Abbott said at a press conference earlier this month.

Last weekend, undercover inspectors with the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission visited nearly 600 bars and restaurants in Texas’ major urban areas. The commission posted on Twitter videotapes of two bar scenes and a photograph of a third bar, all showing patrons standing shoulder to shoulder and chatting face-to-face. Those bars and 14 others had their liquor permits suspended for 30 days, with the threat of a 60-day suspension for a repeat violation.

On its Facebook page, one of the bars sanctioned by the commission, BARge 295 in Seabrook, near Houston, said its license was suspended “for allowing some customers to stand and gather at the bar [S]aturday night (no six foot rule).” The bar, which has been promoting its live music, whole pig roasts and a bikini contest, said it would appeal the action.

“Everyone in the country is aware of the situation and has the ability to think for themselves and decide when and where they want to interact socially,” the bar said in a series of posts. “This BS needs to end now. Come out and support local businesses.”

Other bar owners have found the mandates manageable. Greg Barrineau, who owns a number of bars in the San Antonio area, said he rearranged tables and stools to meet the state’s requirements. “The guidelines are not that hard to follow,” he said. While the state does not require masks, he said the county’s administrative officer and the mayor decided to fine businesses if customers did not wear masks, and most patrons have complied.

“You walk in the door, and you sit down and take your mask off,” Barrineau said, adding he was not sure how big a difference it makes. “If they were waiting in the line outside and the restroom, then they would wear them.”

J.C. Diaz, president of the American Nightlife Association, which represents bars and clubs, said it has been harder for bars to enforce mask-wearing because it has been so politicized. “The problem now is people are not adhering to the mitigation measures,” he said. “We’re doing what we can do to prevent the spread of COVID, but if you are a reckless guest who doesn’t care about the health of others, you shouldn’t be out.”

Masks alone cannot solve the problem, said Dr. Ray Niaura, interim chair of the epidemiology department at New York University’s School of Global Public Health. The risk of contagion is impossible to eliminate at bars, especially since many infected people are asymptomatic. “Even if you distance tables, you’re still going to have groups of people together,” he said.

Megas, the nursing student, said crowds have not deterred her from planning to return to Houston bars despite the continued spread of the coronavirus. “I’ve studied it enough and I think it’s been going on long enough that I’m really comfortable around it,” she said. “There’s a small part of me that is just like ‘I would like to get it now, while I’m not in school.’”

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Photo at Handlebar in Houston ⬇️ 2/3 pic.twitter.com/kOiJTBqm9p

— Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission (@TexasABC) June 21, 2020

Reggie Chatman, a 23-year-old LSU graduate and sports reporter at a Baton Rouge television station, said he was surprised at how crowded the Tigerland bars were when he drove past them last weekend.

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