#bobby and rufus coaching...

[rathockey]

the spn hockey au is slowly growing in my head...

[slenderm]

I fully understand your concerns @ambersock; one of the biggest mistakes that The Winchesters made was focusing on hiring good looking actors instead of more capable ones. So, when i thought about this spin off, i pictured young actors that are good looking, but that i think that also have potencial for this genre.

Altough one of Callan McAuliffe first roles was a teen romance, he's now a grown up man that has become part of The Walking Dead, so i think he could work in a series Supernatural style. Of course, the main challenge would be the way he would portray a younger version of Bobby Singer that would still remind of Jim Beaver's version.

As for the actor i imagined playing Rufus, i think Trevor Jackson is the one who has some resemblance to Steven Williams in my opnion. I've been keeping up with his acting career since i saw him in a Disney Channel movie and he had acting in distincts genres along the years, which makes me believe that he could have a chance in this one too.

As you see, neither of them aren't anything near of being very known names in the industry, but neither were Jared and Jensen when they started - they had various types of roles in their background, but nothing that would made you say right away that they would play such roles as monsters hunters that well. Just like them, it would be a shot in the dark to find actors that would be able to portray characters so well established in the main story, but definetly not a impossible task.

I mean, it's obvious that i can't say for sure that either of them could be a great choice - i can only imagine; besides, my guess was most based on the resemblance both of them had with the og Bobby and Rufus. Anyways, it also makes me believe that, not just them, but any actor that would play those characters, would need extra acting coaching, because Jim and Steven added their own special touches into the characters and made them entertaining, which are such big shoes to fit.

You're right, when Rufus met Bobby, he already was a married man, which it was very likely that both of them were that young as like Mary and John were when they met. That's why i pictured that both Bobby and Rufus would be in their late 20's or early 30's. Let's say that the series would take place in the late 70's or early/mid 80's, then the styles could help to make them look older if in need.

And as you mentioned, the chemistry between the actors would be very important for the series work, because Jim and Steven chemistry is what made us love the characters just like Jared and Jensen did with Sam and Dean. So, for a Bobby and Rufus spin-off don't fail in casting like The Winchesters did, it would take a lot - and i mean A LOT - of research to find the right actors.

Altough i agree that a spin-off about Dean jr would probably be the best oprion, part of me has always wondered how a Bobby and Rufus spin-off would be.

I imagine that it could be the closest from the original show: two main characters with different personalities that bounce between themselves in a entertaining way; Bobby entering the hunting world after losing his partner and dealing with the grief (like Sam with Jessica); them going on hunts on Bobby's car (i remember that was a green one); etc.

And it can explore new paths without changing canon: it can show creatures that we already saw on in Supernatural but still show new ones that never appeared in the main show (i remember that Bobby mentioned that him and Rufus hunted a Baku one time, which we never saw Sam and Dean hunt it); show how Bobby met John (and Sam and Dean as kids) and how they used to hunt together; find more about Rufus background and how he started hunting; Bobby starting to write his "guide to hunting"; but, most importantly, we can find out what the hell happened in Omaha that Rufus said he would never forgive Bobby for it.

Anyways, for me, it would be a spin off that i would like to give it a shot IF they stick with canon without that multiverse bullshit like they did with The Winchesters and if they portray the characters right.

I always thought a young Bobby & Rufus spinoff could work. Hire young, very attractive looking actors and market the premise as more comedic than horror to attract the general audience. Supernatural was originally marketed as X-Files meet Hardy Boys and less on Gothic horror. And eventually become more in the vein of Criminal Minds with Bobby working from his home and feeding real time info to Rufus in the field like we saw in Supernatural.

[hawkstincan]

putting jackles band on the same playlist where glee soundtrack already was… was a mistake. of course my brain went to the gleenatural land. because where else would it go, honestly? I need this shit out of my sistem. 

I just want this nice full au story where Winchesters were raised by Bobby and Rufus. with sheriff Mills as a good aunt and Crowley as an NEVER LISTEN TO THIS ASSHOLE HE'LL GET YOU IN TROUBLES uncle. 

they have a smaller age gap. for the sake of them being in the same school. (and because why not) 

Mary was killed in a robbery gone bad. John is on his vengeance crusade (or dead as well). 

Dean is out and proud. he has two great dads, okay, he can be bi. and it's not like anyone has problems with school sport's star hitting on both boys and girls. or joining a glee club (except for their coach Michael or Lucifer, who later tries and fails in destroying said glee club). if they have tho Dean's quite good in fights too. 

and just imagine Cas in Kurt's outfits. any of them. (or that time when he was hitting ball on field)

awkward 100% gay kid. with several assholes of brothers. who be bamf when he pissed of (no trash swimming for Cas) but also he appreciates Dean's attempts to play a knight in shining armor for him. 

when Dean asks Cas out for the first time Cas thinks it was on a bet or as prank.

[atc74]

Watching You - The Epilogue

Square(s) Filled: Michael for @heavenandhellbingo, Character Death for @spngenrebingo

Warnings: Fluff, drinking, a wedding, angst, more angst and some more angst. Major character death

Summary: Almost a year has passed since Y/N learned that her boyfriend’s brother was her stalker. With time comes healing and Y/N and Sam are ready to take the next step. But is anything ever really over?

Pairing:  Coach/Teacher!Sam x Coach!Reader

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Michael Shurley, Dean Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, Alex Jones, Rufus Turner, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle (mentioned), Donna Hanscum

Word Count: 6025 (I apologize for nothing)

Written for: @heavenandhellbingo and @spngenrebingo

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches​ with whom I have realized I have an abusive and co-dependent relationship with. As my beta, she makes me a better writer and in turn, I punch her right in the feels but she still loves me, and for this I am forever grateful and love her back. (No, I am not making light of abusive relationships, having been in one, it’s an analogy people).  And to @alleiradayne, for her unwavering support.

A/N: This is the third and FINAL (yes, final) installment of Watching You (CATCH UP NOW). I wasn’t completely satisfied with the original ending. Although I am very proud of it, I just felt it was lacking some finality and @amanda-teaches convinced me to finish it to my liking, because every once in a great while, I crave giving you guys something that is very much ‘not me’ and drawing a new emotion from you is my oxygen! I hope you like it, too!

Looking for the next level fan experience? Check out Sam’s or Dean’s scent now! Buy it here from @scentsfromthebunker!

Y/N sat in her office. It was a quiet Friday at the school, for once, and she was taking advantage of the peace. Sam was at a Cross Country meet and wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours, so she had time to prepare for their next volleyball game. 

The first month or two of her relationship with Sam had its ups and downs, especially when it turned out his brother was her stalker and intended to kill her because he believed he would lose Sam to her. Things between her and Sam had been a little touch and go immediately following Dean’s confession. But since the trial, it had been smooth sailing and she had never been happier.

She decided to call it an early day to get home before Sam and needed to make a few stops on her way home. 

Her phone rang as she was loading groceries into her car. ��Hello, Handsome.” 

“Hey, gorgeous,” Sam drawled on the other end. “Whatchya up to?” 

“Just leaving the market and heading home. How was the meet?” She smiled, hearing the mischief in his voice. 

“Great! Katie and Josh both finished first!” He exclaimed. “I’m on my way home and I want to celebrate!” 

“I can get on board with that!” she agreed. “See you there.” 

“Bye, beautiful.”

~*~

“So, what’s the occasion?” Y/N asked over a simple dinner of steak and potatoes later that night. 

“Well, my kids won today. Your girls are going to win on Monday,” he explained, pausing. “And, it has been exactly one year since our first date.” 

“Sam,” she gasped. “You remembered?” 

“How could I forget? The most incredible, stunning creature asked out this awkward giant after he admitted he was horrible with the ladies,” Sam smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. 

“Stop,” she giggled, allowing him to pull her up and into his arms. 

“I know our first few months were a little tumultuous, to say the least, but we’re healing, and I have never been happier. Coming home to you each night is the greatest thing in the world,” Sam proclaimed. “If only you could make my next dream come true...” 

Y/N was a sap for Sam and she fell right into his trap. “Baby, I always want to make your dreams come true.” 

“Then marry me,” Sam stated. He held up an impressive antique style solitaire diamond ring. 

Y/N could see he was nervous as the ring shook in his hand, sending prisms sparkling along their dining room walls. She understood how he felt, her own stomach had erupted in a swarm of butterflies. She held out her hand to him. “Yes.”

Sam slipped the gemstone on her finger. 

“Sam, it’s gorgeous,” she whispered.

“Nothing will ever be as beautiful as you are. I promise to always protect you,” he vowed, pulling her in, brushing his lips over hers. The kiss started much like their first, sweet and a little shy, both of them thinking about their future together. But, much like the last year, it quickly morphed into something solid and heated. 

Sam lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, as he carried her to the living room, laying her gently on the sofa. Clothing was stripped and tossed away to be worried about later. Promises of what was to come mingled with their moans and heavy breath. Promises of a family and a future. 

“We should call Bobby and Jody,” she remarked later that evening, Sam wrapped around her from behind, her favorite blanket concealing their nudity. 

“There’s plenty of time for that,” Sam said. “Do you want to set a date first?” 

“As soon as we can,” she chirped, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. 

“A wedding takes planning, Y/N.” 

“No, an event takes planning, Sam. Bobby, Jody and Alex are basically the only family we have. We have a few friends from work, but that’s about it. We could set this up inside a month,” she insisted. 

“Are you pregnant?” Sam blurted out. 

“What? No!” She laughed. “But I don’t want to wait, Sam. Besides, the sooner you make an honest woman out of me, the sooner I can be.” 

“Well, I do think I’ll like that,” Sam moaned in her ear. 

“Later, Romeo. Let’s start making a list and maybe we can knock out a few tasks tomorrow,” she insisted. “But we’re telling Bobby and Jody in the morning.” 

“Fine, but we’re going for a run first thing, then you’re making breakfast,” Sam teased. 

“How about loser makes breakfast?” she taunted.

“I’ll take that bet,” Sam grabbed her, crashing his lips to hers to seal the deal. 

~*~

“A Winchester shows up at my door with a pretty girl and a bag of pastries…” Bobby grumbled. “It sounds like the start of a really bad joke.” 

“How about a pretty girl shows up at your door with a bag of pastries and a Winchester?” Y/N laughed as she hugged Bobby. 

“I like that a lot better,” he replied. “So what do I owe the pleasure so early on a Saturday?”

“Bobby, it’s almost noon,” Sam chastised. 

“And some of us ain’t getting any younger. Plus, I had a job last night,” Bobby yawned, pouring another coffee for himself, plus two for Y/N and Sam. 

“We wanted to ask you something. Well, two somethings,” Y/N started. “Where’s Jody?”

“Right here, honey,” Jody turned the corner, a smile on her face seeing the two of them in her kitchen. “What’s up?” 

“Sam and I are getting married!” Y/N squealed, holding her hand out to show them her ring. 

Jody hugged Y/N tightly, so happy for her young friend. Bobby smacked Sam in the back of the head. “Don’t screw it up, ya idjit.” 

“I won’t, Bobby,” Sam promised, gazing over at his soon to be wife, a smile splitting his face. 

“I wanted to ask if we could hold the wedding in your yard? Jody, your gardens are so beautiful and I couldn’t imagine starting the rest of my life with Sam anywhere else,” Y/N explained, her smile hopeful. 

“Of course you can,” Jody agreed. “I’d be honored.” 

“And, Bobby?” Y/N turned to face the man she had come to admire and love over the last several months. “Would you give me away?” 

“It would be my pleasure, girl,” Bobby smiled for once. “Now come ‘ere.” He stood and wrapped his arms tightly around the girl he had come to love as if she were his own. 

“So, did you set a date yet?” Jody asked.

“September 28,” Y/N replied quietly, turning to Sam. 

“We’ve got a whole year to get the planning done,” Jody started rambling. “Bobby, we can finally add that gazebo and koi pond I’ve wanted…” Jody pondered aloud, taking a sip of coffee. 

“September 28 this year, Jody.”  

Jody nearly choked, coffee sputtering from her mouth as she coughed. “What?!” 

“I’m so sorry!” Y/N stood to grab a towel. 

“That’s in three weeks!” Bobby hollered. 

“Yes, it is. But we talked a lot about this last night. It’s going to be a small affair, less than twenty people. We can easily throw together everything quickly, and we already met with a caterer that can make it work,” Y/N reasoned. 

“”Well, then, let’s go take a look and see what y’all wanna do,” Bobby suggested. 

After walking around the house and yard, Y/N had decided where to set up the altar and, with Jody’s help, the tables and chairs for the reception. 

“Uh, what are you doing?” Alex’s voice carried through the backyard. 

“We’re getting married!” Y/N shouted. Alex ran towards her, hugging her tightly as the women jumped up and down together in the yard. 

“Fools,” Bobby gumbled. 

“I think it’s adorable,” Sam smiled, looking at his fiancee and friend. 

“Yeah, but you’re in love with one of ‘em. I gotta live with the other one,” Bobby clucked.

The girls left to go dress shopping leaving Sam and Bobby to their own devices.

“What’s on your mind, boy?” Bobby asked. 

“You could always read me like a book, Bobby.” Sam laughed. “I got this idea, but I might need your help.” 

“Well, let’s take a look at this idea of yours then,” Bobby stood and walked toward his pole barn. He stopped by an ancient fridge and pulled out two beers, handing one to Sam. “Something tells me I’m gonna need this.” 

~*~

Tables had been set up and a dance floor had been constructed in Bobby and Jody’s backyard. From the bedroom window, it looked like a fairy party. Y/N had decided to stay with Bobby and Jody the night before the wedding and Sam would remain at home. She couldn’t wait to marry him. Turning down the bed, she crawled in before calling him to say goodnight, even though they had only parted less than an hour before. She had barely said goodbye before she fell asleep, dreaming of her future with Sam. 

~*~

The smell of coffee and bacon woke her the next morning. Stretching long in her bed, Y/N threw the covers aside and shuffled to the bathroom. She exited a few minutes later, hair in a mess atop her head, and followed her nose to the kitchen. 

“Happy wedding day!” Jody greeted her excitedly with a steaming mug. “Have a seat, breakfast is almost ready.”

“Thanks Jody,” she smiled back at the woman she had grown so fond of over the last year. “Flowers should be here by eleven and the food and cakes about four.” 

“Girl, don’t you worry. I got this handled. Your only job is to get all pretty and show up on time,” Bobby grinned ear to ear at her over his coffee.

“I really can’t thank you guys enough. For, well, everything.” Y/N gave them both knowing looks as Jody set pancakes and bacon on the table. 

“Eat up!” Jody announced. “Big breakfast and we’ll have a light lunch in your room about two while you’re getting ready.” 

“I’m so stoked for today! It’s like that nervous feeling I always get before a big game, but I know everything is going to go my way, ya know?” Y/N laughed, piling food on her plate. 

“Today is going to be a great day!” Alex declared, taking a seat at the table. Breakfast was a  jovial affair as they chatted about the day’s events.

The morning passed quickly as Y/N bathed and pampered herself before Alex returned to do her hair. She sat at the dressing table, rubbing her favorite lotion into her smoothed skin, when a knock sounded at the door. “Come in.” 

“Hey,” Alex greeted her as she rushed across the room, pulling the curtains closed. 

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked suspiciously. 

“Um, Pops made me do it. Just promise you won’t look out the windows. Sam’ll kill me if you do,” Alex pleaded. 

“Is he here? Can I see him?” Y/N stood, rushing to the door. 

“No, he isn’t here. Yet. But just promise, okay? They have a surprise for you, but they’re all hush hush about it. I don’t even know what it is,” Alex revealed, turning to her friend. The doorbell sounded through the house. Alex pulled out her phone to check the security camera. “Oh it’s the florist! I gotta go! Stay here!” 

Y/N laughed and waved Alex off as she ran out of the room and bounded down the stairs. She returned to the dressing table and looked over her supplies, making sure she had everything they needed. Satisfied, she turned her thoughts to Sam. She couldn’t wait to marry him and the next few hours couldn’t pass fast enough for her. 

The sound of heavy footfalls roused her from her thoughts as Alex returned to the room with a curling wand in one hand, two beers in the other and a mile wide smile on her face. “Ready?” 

~*~

The soft rap of knuckles broke through the laughter. “Y/N? Honey, it’s time.” 

Alex opened the door to reveal Bobby on the other side. His hair was combed and he looked rather dashing in his smart, dark gray suit. She turned to Y/N. “I’ll see you guys downstairs.” 

“You clean up nice, Bobby,” Y/N giggled as she walked toward the man that was about to give her away. She laid one hand on his chest, smoothing the invisible wrinkles on the lapel. 

“I dressed down so I don’t steal your thunder, pretty girl,” Bobby jested. “You, you look beautiful, Y/N.” 

“Thank you, Bobby.” She smiled. “Shall we?”

“Let’s get you married, girl. That idjit is driving me crazy, pacing around in my lawn like he is. He’s gonna kill my damn grass!” he grumbled, but Y/N could hear the pride in his voice. 

~*~

Y/N and Sam exchanged their vows under an arbor that Sam and Bobby had built as a surprise for Y/N. It was made from branches and draped with fairy lights hanging from it. Over the top branch, Sam had secured boughs of baby’s breath, adding a feminine touch to the rustic arbor. 

After signing their marriage certificate and celebrating with their guests, Sam and Y/N had headed to Bobby and Jody’s secluded lake cabin for their honeymoon. Jody insisted they would do the cleanup, only Bobby grumped the entire time. “It’s my damn house! Why am I the one picking up all this mess?” 

“Robert Steven Singer!” His wife's voice bellowed out across their yard. “Those kids have had one hell of a year. You will stop your complaining right now. We will clean up while they enjoy their honeymoon in peace!” 

“Yes, dear.” Bobby returned to the task of breaking down the few tables and storing them back in the outbuilding. Truth be told, Bobby was happy as a pig in slop for Sam and Y/N. After what Dean did to them, hosting their wedding was the least he could to help them maintain some normalcy. He glanced over at his wife, beautiful as ever in the morning sun, as she gathered the leftover floral arrangements. What he didn’t expect was to see her face twist into one of worry, bordering on fear. 

“Bobby!” 

For an old man, he ran faster than he had in some years, reaching her side in seconds. “What’s wrong?”

She didn’t say anything, only handed him the small card she had plucked from one of the arrangements. He read it a few times, the look on his face matching hers. “Where did this come from?” 

“It was in the flowers that were delivered yesterday. I was just going to bring them to the hospital, and save the cards for them to read when they got back, but,” Jody explained. 

“I’m calling Sam. We don���t want to scare them, but Sam needs to know,” Bobby commanded. 

The conversation was frantic on Bobby’s end as he spoke to Sam. Sam was trying to maintain his composure with his new wife in the same space. He listened carefully as Bobby read him the note and went through his instructions. He knew where the weapons locker was. He knew there was a trap door leading to a cellar in the closet of the master bedroom. A reinforced cellar that locked from the inside. He had never understood before but, after the last year, he silently welcomed Bobby’s paranoid behavior. 

“Rose are red, violets are blue. I’ll come soon after you say I do.”

“My next call is to the warden. Dean should have had all his mail privileges revoked, but I ain’t takin’ any chances here,” Bobby explained. “Alex just left to follow up with the florist to find out where the note originated from.” 

“Thanks, Bobby.” 

“We’ll get this son of a bitch, Sam.” 

“I know you will.” Sam ended the call and ran his hand down his face. 

“Maybe Dean wasn’t working alone. Maybe Shurley was in on it the whole time?” Jody proposed as Bobby dialed the number for the prison. 

“Get Alex on him as soon as she is done with the florist,” Bobby told her. 

Jody shot off a text to Alex as Bobby was on the phone. The agitated look on his face told her what they already knew. It wasn’t Dean.

“Ain’t him,” Bobby confirmed. “Warden said he started a fight, tried to kill a guy over pudding in the mess hall and he has been in solitary for the last month.”

“Pudding?” Jody raised an eyebrow. 

“Apparently they don’t get pie in prison,” Bobby chuckled despite the situation. “Alex get anything?” 

“Not really. The order was placed online with a credit card over a week ago. They’re tracing it now,” Jody informed him. “But, the email is probably a dead end and the card a prepaid debit. She’s headed over to Shurley’s to question him now.” 

“Well, let’s get the rest of this crap stowed so we can come up with a plan,” Bobby suggested, throwing his arm around her waist as they headed back into the yard. 

~*~

Sam thanked the drama classes in high school for helping him conceal the news of the recent threat from Y/N. Three days into their honeymoon and they had barely left the bedroom except to eat and shower. He couldn’t wait to see her glowing with their child and hoped the sheer amount of his ejaculate had done the trick. However, their food supply was low and they would have to head into town if they wanted to eat for the next four days. He would go, but didn’t want to leave her alone. If they went together, at least he would be by her side and could keep her safe if something happened. 

Thankfully, the trip to town was uneventful. Sam whistled while they unpacked groceries, stealing a kiss here and there from Y/N. She was all smiles for him and he didn’t want to ruin it. That however, clearly wasn’t up to him when he heard her scream moments later. Sam ran toward the master bedroom. 

Y/N had pushed herself up against the wall in the far corner of the room, tears streaming down her face when Sam entered the room. She pointed toward the bed where a plan white envelope lay in the middle. 

“Rose are red, violets are blue. I can’t wait to take another life from you.” 

Sam moved to the closet quick as lightning, pulling up on the trap door. “Go. Lock the door and wait for me. I love you.” He kissed her and gently shoved her toward the hidden staircase. Once he confirmed she was inside and he heard the lock catch, he moved to the weapons stash. With deft fingers, he spun the dial until the lock gave. He removed the HK45 and an extra magazine from the shelf. 

Although he was sure no one was still in the cabin besides Y/N and him, he cleared it room by room, just as Bobby and Dean had taught him. He even did a quick perimeter sweep on the property, but found nothing that shouldn’t have been there. There wasn’t even so much as an animal print in the dirt. Frustrated, he pulled out his phone and told Bobby what had transpired. 

“Come home, boy. You’re too far from civilization and, if something does happen, I can’t get to you fast enough,” Bobby stated the obvious. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. We’ll pack up and be on the road in an hour,” Sam agreed. He retreated into the cabin and knocked on the hidden door. “Babe? It’s me. It’s all clear. Please open the door.” He was only met with silence. Not even a sniffle or whimper coming from below. His heart started racing. “Y/N! Open the door. It’s safe to come out. Please?” Sam turned, pacing the room. He stopped dead. There was another note on the bed. He opened it, his fingers trembling as he read the words. 

Roses are red, violets are blue. You’ll scream for her, just like Jessica did for you.

His blood ran cold as he dialed Bobby frantically. “Is there an exit?”

“What are you talking about Sam?” 

“The cellar room, Bobby! Is there a fucking way out besides the closet?” 

“Yes! There is a tunnel that runs out fifty yards, exits in the boat house,” Bobby sighed. 

Sam took off at a full sprint the minute he hit the back door, his long legs carrying him across the lawn to the lake. 

“Sam!” Bobby’s voice came through the phone. 

“The boat’s gone and the door is open. He left another note in the house. How the fuck did he get in?” Sam screamed. “And, why the fuck didn’t we know my brother had a fucking partner?” 

“Sam, Rufus is on his way. Jody is on the phone with the locals. Go back to the house and stay put,” Bobby ordered. 

“I need her, Bobby,” Sam cried into the phone. His perfect life vanishing right before him. 

“I know boy. I know. We’ll get her back.” 

Bobby turned to his wife as she hung up with the sheriff's office. “They’re on their way.” 

“Why didn’t we see something like this coming?” 

“Because Dean confessed. There was no need to investigate further. Let’s go back and take another look at Shurley. Alex said he isn’t home. She talked to his neighbors, they said he left yesterday morning,” Jody relayed. 

“Fuck,” Bobby groaned. “Better make some coffee.” 

For hours, they combed over the original case files from Sam’s college girlfriend, Jessica Moore. There wasn’t much to the case prior to the fire and her death. Michael Shurley had been seen in the vicinity, but he lived in the building. “Sam said he got weird, but there is nothing in his history to suggest he is capable of something like this, Bobby. His background is clean.” Jody stood to pour more coffee and her bones creaked as she stretched.

Rufus had checked in with them earlier. The locals had combed the tunnel and the boat house, but the only sign something was awry was the stolen boat. The cellar door locked from the inside only, same with the exit door. It didn’t make sense to the sheriff as she shared her professional opinion with Bobby’s seasoned investigator. 

“Bobby, I am telling you, this was an inside job!” Rufus struggled to keep his voice down, not wanting to alert Sam. 

“Rufus, I have known this boy damn near his entire life!” Bobby argued. 

“Singer, you’ve known me longer than that boy’s been alive. How many times have you known me to be wrong?” Rufus challenged him. 

“Never,” Bobby conceded. “Balls!” 

“I’m staying here with him for a few days. I called in some backup to keep eyes on him, too.” 

“Who?” Bobby demanded, not wanting to involve anyone else in this mess. 

“Ellen.” 

“Ellen Harvelle? Your ex-wife Ellen?” Bobby gasped.

“Yes, my ex-wife,” Rufus replied. “She’s still in the area and Sam doesn’t know her. She’ll be able to keep tabs on him if he leaves and follow him. I can’t. But she and her daughter can.”

“Best option we got, I guess,” Bobby sighed. “Just keep me posted, huh?”

“Copy that.”

Rufus didn’t have to wait long for Sam to become restless. 

“Rufus, we need to go looking for her!” Sam shouted, breaking the silence in the cabin. 

“Sam, we need to stay here in case she comes back. You need to be here in case he calls you. I can’t trace the call if I don’t know it’s coming in,” Rufus reasoned with him. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Sam resigned. “I’m going to make something to eat. You hungry?”

“I could eat. But you’ve got enough going on right now. I’ll take care of it,” Rufus told him. 

Grilled cheese and tomato soup wasn’t exactly what Sam had in mind for dinner, but, with his wife having been kidnapped by a psychopath, it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was finding her. 

Sam excused himself for the night and retreated to the master bedroom where he tried to sleep, but hopes and dreams of their future morphed into nightmares. 

Rufus drifted off on the sofa, the fireplace and the television lighting the room. But, life as a former military man had made him a very light sleeper and he opened one eye at the sound of an engine starting in the distance. 

He grabbed his phone off the table next to him and dialed Ellen’s number. “I think he’s on the move.” 

“Jo’s at the end of the road on an all terrain. She’ll see him if he leaves,” Ellen informed him. “I’m on the other side of town. Lady called in suspicious activity at the old Novak place.”

“Keep me posted,” Rufus told her as another call rang through to his phone. He answered the incoming call. “Turner.” 

“Lady out on Route 33 called in some suspicious activity and appears there is someone staking out the house.” Sheriff Hanscum filled him in on what he already knew. “Wouldn’t happen to be one of yours, would it?”

“I told you earlier, Sheriff. We take care of our own and we’re all licensed professionals. If that son of a bitch is in there, she’ll see him. But you better hope your men to get to him first, because she ain’t gentle. Trust me, I know. She’s my ex-wife,” Rufus laughed. His long legs carried him through the house and sure enough, Sam’s room was empty, the bed untouched.

Rufus placed another call. “Jody, I need a property records search.” He relayed the address and waited while she accessed the data.

“Huh. Get a load of this. The property is registered to a Chuck and Amara Shurley. So, I did a little digging. Used to be owned by Lucille Novak, who died about twenty years ago. She left the house and surrounding land to her children Chuck and Amara. Chuck has four children, the youngest? One Michael Shurley,” Jody revealed. 

“Son of a bitch,” Rufus marveled at the revelation. “I think Sam is on the move. Jo’s on Sam, Ellen’s watching the house. How soon can you get here?” 

“We’re only about thirty minutes out,” Jody replied. 

“Good, ‘cause this might get ugly,” Rufus admitted and disconnected the call. He put on a fresh pot of coffee and waited. 

~*~

“What do you want with me, Michael?” Y/N screamed for the hundredth time since he had taken her from the cabin. From her husband. Her ears were ringing and her head still throbbed where Michael had struck her on the boat because she wouldn’t stop screaming. 

“It’s what we want with you. Now shut up!” Michael Shurley growled. He had been pacing the dirt floor basement of some old farmhouse for hours. 

“Lucky me, I get two stalkers,” she sassed. She had moved from frightened to annoyed some time ago, after her assailant revealed himself to her. She was also royally pissed as the ropes bit into her wrists behind her back. 

The sound of a door shutting above them snapped Michael’s attention from the floor. “Finally!” He rocketed up the old staircase and slammed the door shut behind him. 

Y/N tested the ropes again without Michael in the room. Damn! They were too tight as she tried to wriggle her wrists, but the rickety chair she was tied to wobbled sideways under weight. She kept moving, her eyes glued to the staircase. She could hear voices upstairs, angry voices as they argued. 

“This wasn’t the plan, fuck nut!” The new voice bellowed. It was definitely male, but old houses were built solidly and she couldn’t recognize the voice with her ears still buzzing.

“Yeah, well maybe I’m not a fan of the plan, douchebag!” Michael retorted. 

There was a scuffle, dirt rained down on her as they moved across the floor. She shook the debris from her hair and continued rocking. On the fourth round, the chair gave way, falling apart beneath her. She muffled her grunt as she hit the hard floor. Y/N managed to disassemble the chair to free her arms. As the voices above her got louder, she quickly scanned the space, looking for an escape route. 

“You and Dean had your fun! Now, it’s my turn! Where is she?” The second man demanded. 

“Downstairs,” Michael disclosed. “But, I’m not done. I didn’t get my turn because he’s a control freak. I want the same time I got with Jessica! She was supposed to mine!”

“You’ll get what I give you, loser.”

Heavy footfalls crossed the floor and Y/N knew she was running out of time. Overwrought, she ran toward the dark corner of the basement behind the stairs, a glint of light garnering her attention. It was a window! She dragged a nearby crate to the wall, using it to reach the ledge. Much to her surprise and good fortune, the window opened with ease. “What a dumb fuck.” Y/N muttered to herself as she lifted herself out the window. 

She took off running as fast as her legs would carry her. They were cramping from being tied to a chair for so long, but she only needed to make it to the road. She could see it in the distance. Just a little farther. She missed the fallen tree hiding in the tall grass and went down, landing hard in the overgrown field. Groaning, she turned her head towards the road when she heard the rumble of an engine. She didn’t dare call out for help if Michael and his partner discovered she was missing. Y/N crawled back to the tree and tried to hide against it as well as she could. 

She looked ahead and saw the grass moving and a flashlight low to the ground. Maybe it was her ears, now ringing louder with the recent fall, but she swore she heard her name. 

“Y/N?” A female voice called out again. 

“I’m here,” she whispered. “Please help me.” 

“Hi, honey. My name is Ellen. I’m friends with Bobby. He sent me to find you,” Ellen held out her hand to help Y/N up. “Now stay low so we can get out of here.” 

Y/N didn’t respond, only nodding her agreement. She couldn’t wait to get back home to Sam and get back to living their new life together. 

They reached Ellen’s car and she helped Y/N inside, shutting the door softly behind her. The car was still running and the heat was on. Y/N wrapped her arms around her in an attempt to get warm. She could see Ellen at the drivers door, she was on her phone but she couldn’t hear the conversation. Ellen nodded sharply and put her phone away before she opened the door. 

Noticing Y/N shivering, Ellen turned up the heater and grabbed a blanket from the backseat, handing it to her. “You okay, honey?”

“No, not really. This is so fucked up,” she murmured. 

“Bobby and Jody’ll be here in a minute and we’ll get you taken care of, okay?” Ellen told her sweetly. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Ellen seemingly typing out messages on her phone, while Y/N just stared wide eyed into the night. Her trance was broken as a police cruiser passed them like a bat out of hell, lights flashing. 

“That’s our cue,” Ellen replied, pulling back out on the road, following the squad into a long driveway. 

Y/N started crying when she realized where they were. “No, no, no! I’m not going back. You might as well kill me now!” 

“Oh, honey. It’s okay. The police are gonna get him. You’re safe right here with me,” Ellen assured Y/N as she continued to shake and cry. Ellen turned her attention back towards the house when she saw the sheriff motion her inside. Perfect timing as Bobby’s pick-up rolled in next to her. “They’re here.” 

Y/N looked up and the first thing she saw was Jody’s face. She opened the door and rushed around the car to embrace her. Ellen followed suit, meeting Bobby at the front of his truck. 

“Sheriff wants her inside,” Ellen explained, looking over at Y/N wrapped in Jody’s arms. “Needs her to identify the man that took her.” 

“I don’t like it. Can’t it wait till tomorrow?” Bobby protested, but Ellen just shook her head. “Fine. Y/N, sweetheart? We need to go inside and talk to the sheriff. We’ll stay with you the whole time, okay?” 

“Okay,” she sniffled. “Where’s Sam?”

“We’ll get him for you, okay?” Ellen told her as they headed to the door. 

Ellen stepped inside first, followed by Bobby, Jody and Y/N bringing up the rear as she clung to Jody for dear life. The sheriff greeted each of them before addressing Y/N. 

“Mrs. Winchester, I need you to tell me if you recognize this man,” Sheriff Hanscum said softly, cognizant of the recent trauma she had endured. 

“Yeah, o-okay,” Y/N stammered. Jody helped her into a chair as one of the deputies led a handcuffed man into the room. “That’s Michael Shurley.” 

“Thank you, Mrs. Winchester,” Sheriff Hanscum acknowledged, crouching next to her. “My name’s Donna, Y/N. I need a favor, I need you to look at one more. You think you can do that for me?”

She nodded as Donna stood. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor until a man’s shoes came into view. Y/N followed the line of his legs up, her brow furrowing as she reached his face. Her hand flew up, barely concealing the yelp that fell from her mouth. “Sam?”

~*~

Two weeks later, Y/N was sitting at the kitchen table having coffee with Jody. Her days were far from normal now. She resigned from her job at the school and moved in with Bobby and Jody. 

“I want to see it,” Y/N raised her head and looked Jody in the eye. 

“Y/N…” Jody paused, realizing she was referring to Sam’s recorded confession. 

“He wouldn’t talk to me when I went to see him. I deserve an explanation,” Y/N objected. “He owes me that much.” 

“Donna already turned it over. They’re being prosecuted for Jessica’s death. Dean’s still serving his life sentence, but Sam and Michael will get theirs now, too,” Jody empathized. She couldn’t imagine what the poor girl was going through. All she knew was that she needed to take care of her, just like her own daughter. That meant protecting her from the truth. She didn’t need to hear the ugly truth.

The house phone rang, startling them both. “Hello?...Yes, just a moment please. Bobby? Phone call!” 

“Got it!” Bobby answered from his office, Jody hanging up the receiver. 

“Ladies,” Bobby greeted Y/N and his wife as he entered the kitchen a few minutes later, giving them each a kiss on the cheek. 

“Who was on the phone?” Jody inquired, refilling his coffee. 

“That was the warden,” he announced. 

“Oh?” Jody remarked.

“Um, yeah. He called with some news,” Bobby gulped. “Y/N, I don’t even know how to start…”  

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Y/N looked up, tears in her eyes. 

“How-how did you know?” Bobby faltered. 

“Michael said Dean was a control freak. It didn’t go according to plan and I’m still alive. Dean’s gotta be pissed. It just makes sense that he would go after Sam, since he couldn’t finish the job,” Y/N shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Dean’s dead, too. They killed each other,” Bobby elaborated. “And Michael hung himself in his cell.” 

Jody knelt next to Y/N’s chair, a comforting hand on her arm. “It’s over, baby girl.” 

“No, it’s not, Jody. It’ll never be over,” Y/N surmised, looking into Jody’s eyes. “I’m late.” 

~*~*~*~*~

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[fk12b]

HE IS BATMAN

Oh, my Chuck. People don’t talk about this. Or maybe they did and I’m the last one to know. As always.

So that makes Sam Nightwing? I mean, he went to high school with Clark Kent. He was a total ass with the poor Superman. He almost got into a fight that Lizzie Mcguire stopped. We all know Dean was keeping an eye on Sam, those days. He was the football coach at Smallville High School and had a loving relationship with Lana Lang.

Obviously, Jackie, the sweetie pie, is Robin.

Okay. So, anyways, if Dean is Batman then Bobby is Alfred and Rufus Lucius Fox? If that is true, Cas is Rachel then.

Uf, Dean’s life is so exhausting. Possing as FBI, Being Bruce Wayne, the righteous man who has to stop Lucifer and another apocalypse and being hot all the way.

So, what I was gonna talk ‘bout? Oh yeah, Batman! Yeah, I wanted to try a new fic. A Batman fic! Sure, like Batman, Batman. The Bat. Gotham’s Batman.

I just wanted to give it a try and do a completely different fic, and I chose DC Fandom because my ‘Other Fandom Masterlist’ it’s desert.

So gotta contribute to making this list grow!

[mccallingtheshots]

"You don't always think your plans through, but you're still the brains of our operations." Scott stifled another laugh. "That poor cat must be deaf by now... with the way Coach is always shouting." He headed outside Bobby's office again, and froze when said man approached him. "Wait! There's something I need t--" "-- Scram, McCall!" Finstock bellowed. "And you! STEP AWAY FROM MY COMPUTER!" He waited impatiently for Stiles to get off his desktop. "Coach, we were just going through your photo albums. W-we thought you might like a collage of your cat, Rufus." The Werewolf lied. He forced a smile in his friend's direction, though he was terrified of what might happen next. Would he and Stiles be cut from the Lacrosse team? Bobby turned to Scott and squinted. "Nice try, kids. I don't keep any pictures of my cat on this crappy computer; they're all on my laptop. And his name is Raphael-- he's the best damn tabby cat in the world!" He motioned for Stiles to move.

"impulsivity has nothing to do with a good plan. so, that's not negotiable." stiles half glared at his brother, his buddy. rapidly tapping in the password, he smirked at himself, proud. "it's not that hard. coach always makes his password his cat's name. kinda since eighth grade, like, it's well known, scotty."

he only froze in his tracks when bobby's voice boomed. mieczyslaw's fingers halted, paralyzed with fear until stiles rose a solitary hand and offered a small and friendly grin with a tiny wave. "hi... coach. uh.." whiskey orbs glanced over at the werewolf then, bulging gently as if silently asking scott to help.

[crowdvscritic]

round up // OCTOBER 20

Hubie Happy Halloween, friends! I’m not sure what October’s been like for you, but here’s a quick summary of my month:

Re-acquainting myself with my collection of (mostly gray and navy blue) sweaters

Ordering an embarrassing—like, I lost count kind of embarassing—number of lattés

Alternating between enjoying the ombré of the fall trees and cozying up with the first logs in the fireplace

Revisiting all-time favorite stories like The Scarlet Pimpernel by the Baroness Orczy, the extended Lord of the Rings movie trilogy, all three seasons of Stranger Things, the 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries, and several Harry Potter movies

In short, this month has been all about finding joy in the little things, which is the essence of our search for coziness in autumn. Since these monthly Round Ups only focus on pop culture that’s new to me, that means this month’s list is shorter than usual, but many of the movies and shows feel like warm blankets I’ll return to again. Though, as you’ll see, a few are not…

October Crowd-Pleasers

Enola Holmes (2020)

A movie so charming, I’m on the verge of rewatching even though it’s only been a few weeks. (It’s a rare occurrence for me to return to something so quickly.) It lets a stacked cast of performers known for dramatic roles flex their comedic muscles, including Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, and—most spectacularly—Millie Bobby Brown. You can read my full review of the new Netflix movie at ZekeFilm. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10

Murder, She Wrote (1984-96)

This entry comes with a bit of an asterisk* because Kyla and I watched this murder mystery procedural in 2018 for our podcast, SO IT’S A SHOW? At the time, I was open to watching more episodes, but it was never so easy as with the launch of the Peacock streaming service. All 12 seasons are available in the free tier, and I never thought a show about murder—and in the procedural format, which I don’t typically love—could be so enjoyable. Angela Lansbury’s mystery writer/amateur detective Jessica Fletcher has become a non-ironic role model for me—I aspire to be as gracious, intelligent, humble, uncynical, and assertive. Also, who says I’m not aspiring to spending my 60s writing, traveling, and solving crimes while wearing a fabulous collection of cardigans?

The Return of SNL

When Saturday Night Live returns in the fall, I always squeak out during the premiere’s opening credits, “My friends are back!” It’s a silly thing to say about an ever-rotating group of people I’ll never meet, but when you’ve been watching Kenan Thompson do his thing for close to two decades, you can only be delighted to see him after months of absence. While the “At Home” episodes this spring were a treat I didn’t think possible, it’s even better to have my friends back at it in their usual environment with the high production value of Studio 8H. These were the skits that made me laugh the most month:

“VP Fly Debate Cold Open,” mostly for the Jeff Goldblum tribute (4602 with Bill Burr)

“New Normal” (4602)

“Dr. Wenowdis on Weekend Update” (4602)

“Enough Is Enough,” a bit which explains my feelings about almost all celebrity political takes (4602)

“Canadian News Show” (4603 with Issa Rae)

“Election Ad” (4604 with Adele)

“The Bachelor” (4604)

For more on how this season has come together back in the studio, you can read the Vulture interview with Lorne Michaels about it.

Coach Carter (2005)

A based-on-a-true-story movie about an unconventional basketball coach (Samuel L. Jackson) who wants his players (including a baby Channing Tatum) to succeed on more than just the court. It’s a straight-down-the-middle story that shares DNA with many of the inspiring sports movies that came out in the wake of Remember the Titans, but it’ll scratch that itch if that’s what you’re looking for. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7.5/10

Double Feature — Early ’90s Halloween Classics: Edward Scissorhands (1990) + The Addams Family (1991)

Both of these movies start at Christmastime, but both are spooOOooky movies in their bones. Not all Halloween movies are Tim Burton movies, but all Tim Burton movies are Halloween movies, including Edward Scissorhands (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10). Tim Burton is hit-or-miss for me, but I was pleasantly surprised at how moving this idiosyncratic fairy tale was. Johnny Depp is at his most tortured as a Frankstein’s monster whose inventor (Vincent Price) gave him scissors for hands, Dianne Wiest finds the heart and comedy in your local Avon representative, and Winona Ryder is a queen. The Addams Family (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10) might be even more idiosyncratic. I’ve never watched the TV series, so it took me a minute to warm up to its twisted sense of humor (“Are they made from real Girl Scouts?”), but once I did, I started laughing as often as my nostalgic parents.

The Magic iPod

A nostalgia kick you didn’t know you wanted. I have no idea why or how this site exists, only that it brings me joy. Try mashing up “Ms. New Booty” with “A Thousand Miles,” “Get Low” with “Float On,” “Tipsy” with Bring Me to Life,” “99 Problems” with “All Star,” “Country Grammar” with “Complicated,” or any other combo that brings your favorite songs from your first iPod together.

Hubie Halloween (2020)

You know those dumb movies that just hit you in the right spot? Adam Sandler has a knack for those kind of movies, and Hubie Halloween fills the void of Halloween fun you’re probably missing this year. Sandler plays Hubie, a not-very-bright do-gooder with a very big heart whose self-proclaimed purpose is to keep everyone safe in his hometown of Salem. But there are spooOOooky threats on Halloween night this year, and only Hubie and his thermos (which rivals a Swiss army knife in all its functions) will be able to save it. Don’t miss it you’re like me and love a good celebrity cameo and a Hollywood-designed Halloween costumes. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 6/10

Double Feature — Are We Sure These ‘80s Movies Are for Kids? Gremlins (1984) + Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)

After seeing Gremlins (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10), I know why parents were clamoring for the PG-13 rating—this movie may be short on the scares for adults, but I have no idea what I’d do for a tyke not expecting the cuddly Gizmo to spawn homicidal ghouls. In what may be the most ‘80s movie I’ve watched yet, we get a legit bonkers story, both in premise and execution—and it might also be a brilliant and scathing satire of consumerism? Perhaps another spoof of consumerism: Who Framed Roger Rabbit (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 8.5/10), which creates an impressively specific world that’s part animation, part live action. It’s a parody of classic film noir with no shortage of innuendo or just plain weirdness—its artistic achievement makes it worth watching, but since when have kids cared much about any of those things?

Double Feature — So-Bad-They’re-Good Action Flicks: Gone in Sixty Seconds (2000) + Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (2012)

If Gremlins is one of the most ‘80s movies, then Gone in Sixty Seconds (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 5.5/10) is one of the most Nicolas Cage movies. He’s a good guy caught on the wrong side of the law in a ridiculous plot engine where he has to steal 50 cars in less than a week. His pent-up frustration lives just below the surface, and his performance is so committed, you’re not sure if he’s knows  the dialogue and plot twists are zany—in fact, you’re not even sure he’s acting at all. Also committed to whatever the heck it’s doing is a movie that’s exactly what it sounds like, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 6/10). An over-qualified cast (Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Anthony Mackie, Rufus Sewell, and more) just goes for it in a story with the premise that Abe Lincoln fought oppression caused by slavery and by immortal blood-suckers. I think my favorite part is when a vampire throws a pony at our 16th president—I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

October Critic Picks

Triple Feature — ‘60s Horror Classics: Village of the Damned (1960), The Haunting (1963), Night of the Living Dead (1968)

In Village of the Damned (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 8/10), everyone in a British village passes out at the same time for hours, and weird events continue for years, centering around a mysterious group of children. In The Haunting (above, Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9/10), a group is studying events at a haunted house, but it may be the house that’s in control. And in Night of the Living Dead (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10), the zombie genre dawns with a group huddled away from the undead in a farmhouse. All of these are thoughtful, well-made films, but I recommend them with asterisks* because I’ll never watch any of these groups again. The Haunting made me scared of bumps in the night as I was falling asleep, and Night of the Living Dead gave me zombie-filled nightmares. If you’re looking for a dose of heebie jeebies, these are the movies you’ll be needing!

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)

I’m not sure I understood any of it, but I think I liked it? If you don’t mind a film that feels more like poetry than a plot, this visual stunner is worth the long runtime and straight-up weird sequence of scenes. Fortunately, I was prepped for my viewing with the help of Turner Classic Movies host Ben Mankiewicz and writer/director Brad Bird, who selected as part of this season’s Essentials lineup. While Bird loves the film, Mankiewicz admitted it’s not one of his favorites because it’s such an obtuse head-scratcher. Both acknowledged it’s an important one to cinema, so unless The Tree of Life is still making your brain hurt almost a decade later, it’s worth trying to parse through a story that covers the dawn of man, man’s fight against machine, and, um, a lot of other things I couldn’t explain if I tried. Crowd: 5/10 // Critic: 10/10

The Trial of the Chicago 7 (2020)

If you’re a fan of Aaron Sorkin’s idealist monologues and ideological pitter-patter, then pause your latest binge of The West Wing to watch his latest writing/directing outing, now streaming on Netflix. Based on the true story of protesters who clashed with the police outside the Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968—which, yes, doesn’t seem to difficult to imagine these days—it captures the spirit of a wild trial about political activism, healthy debate, fairness in government, and even the importance of grammar. If you watch it and think there’s no way this really happened, be sure to read up on the real trial to see how the film toned down the judicial circus. While this Oscars season will be unusual, we can predict this film will be in the awards conversation. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 9/10

Also in October…

My fellow ZekeFilm writers and I collected our favorite Halloween movies and TV specials for your enjoyment. Not-a-spoiler-alert: My pick is not very scary. In fact, it’s a zom-rom-com I’ve only come to love more since reviewing it upon its release.

Though Kyla and I always talk about Gilmore Girls on our podcast, we don’t just talk about the murder mystery TV shows it references like Murder, She Wrote. This month we talked about an ‘80s prime time soap full of shoulder pads and catfights as well as a ‘70s movie starring Rocky and the Fonz. Then we decided there were so many confusing pop culture references in an episode we couldn’t pick just one, so we researched a mish mash of topics like Punk Planet magazine, workout guru Jack LaLanne, singer Blossom Dearie, Manson cult member Leslie Van Houten, and a whole lotta board games.

540 movies and counting! You can follow real-time updates in what I’m watching in quarantine on Letterboxd.

[anythingspossible-foraposs-blog1]

For any or all of them: Are you proud of where your child currently is?

Ahem, wow, now I gotta write all of them. 

Disclaimer: Some were taking this question more literally than others. I wrote it as sort of an interview question. If the parents are still together then they’re kind of in dialogue with one another.

*** marks deceased if ya’ll didn’t know the backstory

Kim (Dr. James Possible & Dr. Anne Possible)

James: Well of course we’re proud of our Kimmy Cub.

Anne: Why wouldn’t we be? She’s matured into a lovely young woman. Even though her need to help people worried us at first with all that jet setting off on school nights, Kimmy’s just always had such a large heart. Makes me think she’d join the family practice as a heart surgeon along with my brain surgeon expertise, a neurosurgeon can dream.

James: We’re proud of all of our children, even when they make mistakes. 

Anne: Like blowing up the oven right before Christmas dinner because--

Jim/Tim (from outside the frame): We said we were sorry!

Anne: And Kimmy doesn’t have to save the world to have us be proud of her

James: We’re just proud she’s following that path she really wants. I mean, would it be nice to have another Dr. Possible in the family? Yes. But titles don’t matter. Our Kimmy cub is enough to make any parent proud just being herself 

Amelia (Admiral James Smollet & Evelyn Smollet)

James: Captain’s always been her harshest critic, despite excelling in just about everything she’s put her mind to. I’ll always be proud of her, even when she thinks she’s embarassed me. No one could’ve predicted the tragedy that happened that day. It wasn’t her fault and it’s nothing for her to be ashamed of. Perhaps I’m even more proud of her for pulling herself away from her work here and working on healing elsewhere--

Evelyn: Well, it wouldn’t kill her to give us a ring now and again would it? How long can she hide out at Margaret’s, I mean, if she’s not working--

James: She started that coaching job with the University, Evie. 

Evelyn: Well, yes, but still, everyone’s always asking about her and I tire of constantly having to explain when she should be here herself. It’s just not right for her to lock herself away.

James: Well, the question was are we proud of her, Evie. Are you proud of her?

Evelyn: Well of course I am, she’s my daughter. Who else can tell everyone that you have a Naval Captain who fought pirates and lived? I mean, at first I was disappointed that she went into such a masculine field of work, felt I was losing a daughter and gaining a son.... but everyone else seemed to think it was noble and well, I turned around.

Stan (Charlie “Crush” Schell & Stephanie “Shred” Schell***)

Crush: Squirt? Little dude? He’s the craziest little thing, you know? Like one day you’re pickin’ this kid up off the sand and telling him not to eat it and the next day he’s off out in thee great big blue like following his dreams and exploring the world. Man, I’m just glad I didn’t screw him up, ya know? There were rough times after Steph passed. Late nights. More homework for me when he’d surpassed all the smarts I thought I had in my brain. He was teaching me stuff ya know? He’s the smartest kid. He’d run home from school, throw his little backpack across the room and pull out a book he got from the library on turtles just so he could show me what kind of turtle he saw that day on a trip to the aquarium. Little dude’s got it. He just does. He just keeps riding that current and shooting all the curls life’s been givin’ him and sometimes he wipes out. But yanno, he just accepts it, learns the move not to do and goes right back charging out into the waves. Kid’s got his mom’s passion and fearlessness. I see a lot of her in the little guy, shows me steered him right but she was the current all along. Crazy. He’s living his life and he knows it, ya know? And when he knows, I know that he knows and I know that him knowing is just, ya know? He’s Stan the man. Stanley, my real family. He’s everything I could’ve ever hoped to get. 

~~~

Steph: You know, the name Stanley was my choice. It was my father’s name before he passed. It’s why Charlie doesn’t use it too often, I think it hurts him more to say it than to say Squirt. My father didn’t exactly like Charlie for me, he wanted me to go out beyond Australia. See the world. Charlie was Australia. It was in his blood. We were two locals who fell in love with the ocean at the right time together. And thank whatever ocean god we did, because it gave us Stanley Rufus Schell. But I named him Stanley because like my father, I hoped he’d grow to see more for people. See more for himself. I saw just enough. Charlie was enough. My life on earth was enough to get them going, but my life could have been more than enough. So I’m proud that Stanley’s gone where he’s going, though I think he’s settled into an ‘enough’ spot in Swynlake for now. But he’s going to do great things, see great things, learn so much and follow his passion. And that’s all I can ever ask. I can’t take all the credit for him. Charlie did an amazing job despite everything. I’m proud of the both of them and I know that the three years I got with that now very tall baby of mine, was just enough

Tito (Julio de Tito & Gloria de Tito)

Julio: Man, I bet Ignacio’s the shit now, he ain’t messin’ up like I did. You know, I always wanted to own my own car business or whatever. Go straight, get outta here one day. But there ain’t that type of capital out there, not by legal means for somebody like me. My record ain’t gonna get me shit out there after this. But that kid knew how to do just about anything. Proud of him the day he was born, minute he zapped my finger and I just thought it was static. Learned fast, drove fast for an eleven year old. Sure, Rico was smart as hell, he’s gonna be a fuckin’ doctor or somethin’, but Ignacio? That kid’s gonna get himself some place, wherever he is.

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Gloria: My son? You mean Rico?--Oh Ignacio. Well, I haven’t seen Ignacio in a long time. Looking back at things though, I do regret what I said that day. I regret a lot of things, but he made it clear he didn’t want to be found after the first year. He talks to his sisters once or twice a year, updates them. I hear he’s doing well, it’s all I can really take without bustin’ out into tears, ya know? But I’m proud he’s stuck it out on his own for this long. Whatever he’s doing for himself.

Hermes (Henry Petros Sr. & Gia Rossi)

Gia: Proud? Proud my son, after how hard I worked to put him through the best education California could offer, turned into a postal worker/drag queen entertainer who hasn’t picked up a phone to call his poor mother who’s bored herself to death rotting in a correctional facility for the last decade? No can’t say I am. I can only say I’m glad his good for nothing manwhore of a father that I divorced hasn’t been a prevailing influence on his life

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Henry: Well, I always knew my son was a little different and what I saw in him, I saw in myself. Our little Henry inspired me to not be so afraid of what people thought and still does. He hasn’t talked to me since I moved to San Fransisco with Joseph after the fall out with his mother being sent to prison. Which if you ask me, isn’t actually a prison with her Martha Steward knock-off cell. In any case, I am proud of him for who he is. No matter what he’s done in life or what name he takes on, I just couldn’t take care of a kid while I was still finding myself.

Megara (Lukas Creon & Maria Creon)

Maria: Well, you know she was engaged to that nice professor fellow and then one day that’s over and she’s leaving town. We haven’t heard from her in well, how long was it--?

Lukas: 3 years, give or take

Maria: --Right three long years at the least, we don’t know where she is right now, haven’t a damn clue. So we couldn’t tell you anything about pride ‘cause she won’t pick up the phone and call us. 

Arista (Ya’ll knoow JEFF and Athena and pft they’re probs proud despite her dropping out to follow her passion more w/e)

Bobby (Robert “Bert” Zimmeruski Sr. & Roberta “Bobbi” Zimmeruski)

Bert: Which kid are we talking about? Robby or Bobby? I get them mixed up all the time

Bobbi: Yeah, hard to tell. Maybe we shouldn’t have named them the same name...

Bert: Nah, it’s still funny

Bobbi: Yeah, yeah it is. Haha, anyways uh Robby is the one in... Spain? Lesbian? 

Bert: Whoa, wait, he lives in Lesbian, Spain?

Bobbi: No wait, is that Bobby? 

Bert (still laughing at Lesbian because they’re totally stoned)

Bobbi: One second, I have it on my phone notes.... Lisbon, Portugal. Eh, same difference...

Bert: Yeah but is that the right kid?

Bobbi: Who knows, who cares. At least they both send money. We’re proud of them both with whatever they’re doing. Two mellow fellows we raised, earning money and helping out their parents

Bert: You right, you right. You gonna light that or should I?

Rosie (N/A my dudes, orphaned in Bulgaria)

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A Match made in Heaven 2

This is PART 2 

(You can find Part 1 here)

They spend the rest of their evening making a mess of their kitchen, leaving flour and smudges of cookie batter not only all over the room but also all over each other, thanks to some impromptu batter-fights. They end up dirty and giggling, but with two trays of delicious, soft chocolate chip cookies. Since Sam hadn’t stopped begging for it, they used his favorite food coloring on some of them, so five of their once oh so beautiful cookies now are of a venomous looking blue. Sam already ate half of a blue cookie, ignored all of Dean’s protests and made him eat the other half, and is currently putting the rest of them into one of Dean’s tupperboxes for school tomorrow.

  “So, you think she’ll like them, Sammy?” Dean turns his head towards his brother, who is putting the cookie-box into his school bag, while wiping the cookie batter off the kitchen counter with a wet rag.

  “I know she’ll love them! Especially the blue ones,” Sam answers with a cheeky grin.

  “Nonsense, I bet she’s gonna think you’re trying to poison her!” Dean laughs, picks up one of the batter-smeared spoons and wipes it off on Sammy’s cheek.

  “Hey! That’s unfair, I have no weapon to defend myself,” Sam giggles and pretty much tackles his big brother in a hug and rubs his face on Dean, to clean his cheek on the front of Dean’s already ruined shirt. Dean returns the hug with a chuckle and gently pats Sam’s shoulder. “She likes blue, she wears blue stuff all the time! Also, who wouldn’t want to eat blue cookies? Everyone thinks they are super cool – except for you, old man.” With that, a giggling Sam unwraps himself from Dean’s arms and starts sprinting out of the room.

  “Old man? I’ll show you what this old man can still do to you,” Dean shouts, throwing the rag in the general direction of the sink and chasing after his squealing brother through their apartment.

  Once he catches him, Dean heaves Sammy up into the air, gently throws the heavy sasquatch down on their old leather couch and finally starts tickling him mercilessly. It takes some time, because Sam is quite stubborn and hates to give in, but he eventually forces a giggled apology out of his little brother. After a quick glance on the clock, Dean sends him off to take a shower and get ready for bed, though.

  Dean gets back to cleaning the kitchen until it’s time to switch off the lights in Sam’s room and wish him a good night.

    When Sam gets home the following day, he’s all smiles. He definitely exaggerates a bit when he tells Dean how it went with Claire; the girl in his story loved the cookies so much that she practically inhaled the first three of them in five seconds flat, thanked Sammy for them about seven times and asked for the recipe almost twice as often.

  How it actually went down doesn’t matter, to Dean it’s just important that the cookies were a success. And, considering that Sam pretty much beams like the sun for the rest of the day, they definitely were. He and Claire apparently had a long talk and soon found common interests like their love for Star Wars, detective novels and basketball. Their interest in basketball lead to Claire inviting Sam to watch one of her team’s games on Saturday. Sammy is over the moon, especially since she told him that her team has been searching for a new member for quite some time, and that he should consider joining them.

  Sammy couldn’t shut up about how cool it would be to join the team and spend more time with Claire for the rest of the day- he goes on and on about how confident and helpful Claire was today and how nice she treats him.

  So, because he’s an amazing big brother, Dean calls Bobby as soon as Sam’s tucked in for the night to rescheduled their lunch-date with him from Saturday to Sunday. This way, the brothers would be able to watch Claire’s game in two days.

  As much as Dean would like to pretend that he’s doing it out of selfless love for his brother, if he’s being honest, he probably wouldn’t be able to take more than those two days of Sammy constantly talking about Claire and the basketball team. He really isn’t that keen on spending his Saturday afternoon watching sweaty kids play basketball, but this way he at least finally gets to know Claire. And Sammy’s gonna be happy, so he’ll survive it.

   Saturday comes around pretty fast and Dean finds himself in the parking lot of a small school in a tiny village with a fidgety, hyperactive Sam in the passenger seat, way too soon for his liking.

  According to Bobby, who had to deal with Sammy until Dean got home from work, his baby brother had been impatiently running around their apartment the whole day. Apparently, Sam had been distributing wastepaper bins all over their flat to practice his basketball skills by crumpling up paper and trying to throw the paper balls into the bins. The second Dean had entered the house, he’d been bombarded with questions about when they were finally going to leave and see Claire.

  Sam practically jumps out of the Impala as soon as Dean parks the car and shuts off the engine, who in turn has to scramble after his little brother and grab his shoulder to slow him down. Yes, they are in a small village, there probably won’t be a lot of traffic and Sam should be old enough to keep an eye out for any driving cars but they are in a parking lot and Sammy is distracted right now-  Dean won’t risk anything by letting him run off on his own.

  He keeps him by his side until they enter the gym, but lets go of him as soon as a blond girl in a green jersey spots Sam and starts waving him over. With a “That’s Claire, I’m gonna go say hi!” thrown over his shoulder, Sammy takes off and leaves Dean on his own.

  The benches that are framing the wall of the small, like sweat and rubber smelling gym, are quite full already, so Dean takes a seat right between a dad with a beer-belly and a knitting (what the hell?) grandma and watches Sammy interact with Claire. They seem to get along with each other really well and it doesn’t take long until Claire is pulling Sam from player to player by the sleeve of his shirt, apparently introducing him to her team. She’s halfway through her team when their coach, a tall, elder man with dark hair and a grim expression, blows his whistle and the kids gather on the court to start the game. Sam shouts something that sounds like “good luck” in Claire’s direction and comes running back towards Dean. 

  Claire’s team, the Green Dragons, as an exasperated Sam had explained to Dean five times over the course of the game, lost. They don’t seem to mind that though, they all still grin and give each other high fives. As soon as the crowd starts thinning, Claire walks over to them and introduces herself to Dean- with a handshake and everything. Dean’s honestly pretty impressed by the small, petite blond girl and her polite way.

  She’s about a head smaller than Sam, but she balances it out quite well with her confident posture and cheerful attitude. Sammy’s been right after all, she seems like a really cool girl.

  “Is it okay if I introduce Sam to my coach? I don’t know if he told you, but our team is in need of a player, and- if you’re okay with it- and Sam really wants to- I’m sure the coach would let him join immediately,” she says and brushes a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear.

  “Of course! I’ll wait here. Go show off your skills, Sammy,” Dean grins and leans back against the wall. He watches the three of them talk and after Sam has happily shown off his throwing skills, Dean talks to the coach, Rufus Turner, about the organizational details like practice dates, money and so on.

  Seems as if Dean’s going to spend quite some time in this smelly gym after all, probably starting with Sam’s first practice next Wednesday.

                                                  Here’s Part 3

Note: Guess who Dean is going to meet in the smelly gym pretty soon, lol. 

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[babygirl06301]

I can’t put my fucking thoughts together right now.

I was gonna make a proper post about these last two SPN episodes, but I’m just gonna bullet point the pain away.

*during the pickax to the wall bit* I bet if Sam and Dean had taken off their shirts next, the wall would’ve come down easily.

I have been WAITING FOR SO DAMN LONG FOR DEAN TO USE THAT FUCKING GRENADE LAUNCHER!!

Dean’s leg looks gross as hell.

I think they should 100% kill Toni. Fuck her kid.

Jodi is badass as always.

Sam’s speech made me proud. They grow up so fast. First pre-law, now leading an army. @thesuperwhovian and I liken it to Buffy coaching her Slayers. Mega cute.

As soon as Dean said he was gonna help Mary, I knew I was gonna cry.

And I was right. That fucking speech. I like that Dean cut himself some slack finally. Typically he blames himself for not protecting Sam, but in that speech he sort of told himself and Mary that he didn’t stand a chance from the beginning. Also, I was kind of waiting the entire season for Dean to get proper mad at her. I wanted him to hate her in that sort of irrational way. Sort of like “how could you abandon me?” Other than the time that Dean told Sam about Hell, I’d argue that this scene is Dean’s best block of dialogue. At least for a while. Beautifulllllllll.

The only good thing Ketch ever did was kill that Toni bitch. I knew from the last episode of season 11 that she was an ass, and I’m happy she had her ass handed to her. 

Ketch doesn’t know the meaning of “psychopath.” Dean had the Mark of Cain, bitch. 

It’s justice that Mary got to kill him, I think.

It’s ironic that we cut from Mary holding a gun to Ketch to Sam holding a gun to that British bitch. I can’t be bothered to learn her name.

Sam’s “PASS” was the most badass thing. And I fucking knew that bitch was gonna use Lucifer as a way to try and stay alive.

Too bad for her, because Jodi was having none of it.

That little family powwow at the end was so cute. It’s nice to have some closure for everything that went on this season between the three of them. Although, it kind of made me wary of where they were taking Mary’s character. I felt like, from the jump, they weren’t going to keep Mary around. Like, she never felt long term to me. Before Billie got killed, I thought she’d choose to go back to heaven or something. Now, though, I don’t know how they’re gonna proceed, based on the end of the second episode. Which is what we’re gonna talk about now. Thanks for giving us a heartwarming ending just before ruining our fucking lives, SPN.

I love that in the midst of all this shit going down with the baby, SPN still finds room to make fun of IKEA.

Kelly calling for God, LOL. GOD’S ON VACATION, BITCH.

Crowley dug himself out of a grave, that’s fun. Just like his ex-boyfriend Dean.

I am SHOOK that Rowena is dead. You can’t just not bring her around for a fuck-ton of episodes and then just “whoops she’s dead.” Fuck off.

Lucifer has a nice ass jacket, though.

Cas, I’m not your keeper or anything, but we typically don’t walk up to slits in the universe and traipse through.

*gun-blazing mystery man shows up* That’s 100% Bobby. Bet.

Mark...dyed his beard. And he trimmed it. Lookin’ good, my sweet.

Mary finally gets to meet the King of Hell. 

I was super pumped to hear that the gates of Hell would close, but Crowley would stay top side. I had this little fantasy of him shooting up human blood again, maybe owning a tie shop. You know, the life.

The flannel thing was cute as hell. And also, awwwwww. He loves those little assholes.

OKAY. The thing with Cas and the whole “the baby brings paradise”? Did Chuck make any of his kids read the Bible because???? Does Cas understand that that probably means the kid is the anti-Christ and/or the Beast? Does he know that after shit-misery in the apocalypse brought on by the anti-Christ, then there’s paradise? Does he fucking understand that that baby is probably desitined to kill the world and everyone in it and then, and ONLY THEN, will there be paradise? I mean, fucking come on. That’s classic Revelations bullshit. It’s end of days shit, motherfucker. Cas. Babe. COME ON. 

Dean being healed by Cas is the cutest thing. Also, I love how Cas comes into the room, sees all three Winchesters, and says “Dean?” Classic.

Referencing “The French Mistake” was hella grand. Although, I’d hardly call that meta. I saw something somewhere that said this episode would be super meta, but it wasn’t? They just referenced that episode, and that was all. I thought the Phantom Zone lookin’ place was gonna be like “this is the world after Donald Trump’s presidency” or some shit.

I fucking knew it was Bobby. What did I tell you? Jim Beaver lied to us on Twitter, that beautifully clever man.

Jesus, Sam and Dean have a hell of an impact on their world, heh?

Bobby’s gun being named after Rufus is the saddest thing. Well, it’ll be the saddest thing for at least another 10 minutes, anyway.

I like that Lucifer mentioned Chuck again. Just because I love Chuck.

Although Chuck could’ve helped out a little with the thing at the end, don’t ya think? Anyway.

I’m so sad about Crowley. I saw somewhere that Crowley will be in season 13, but you never know what that means, you know? Will he be in a different vessel? Is he just going to be there but in Purgatory? Or will he be totally fine and things will go back to normal? Either way, his final words being “bye, boys”? I can’t. What a way to go. He went out like a fucking hero. 

Castiel’s death pissed me off for like 0.2 seconds. Mainly because we know Misha will be back. No, I wasn’t sad for too long about Castiel’s death.

What I was fucking wrecked because of was Dean’s fucking reaction to Castiel’s death.

Hold on, let’s talk about Mary. See this is what I was talking about with the whole her leaving the show thing. Although, we didn’t see her die. So, I’m guessing the boys will try and get her back somehow. And probably time moves differently in that world so it’ll have been years of her trapped with Lucifer or some shit. I don’t think either her or Lucifer is gone for good. In fact, I think they’re signed on for 13, too.

Back to Dean. Holy fucking fuck. Yes, he wasn’t just sad because of Cas. He was sad because of Mary. But he fucking dropped to his knees in despair next to Cas, and the look on his face when he saw his best friend dead in the sand...that sent shivers down my spine. And his wings. Castiel’s wings. This is different than before, you understand, because Dean wasn’t mad at Cas. Not like in season 7. He was annoyed, sure, but he always is. Dean and Cas were finally in a place where they could talk shit out and be okay. After everything with Lucifer and Kelly and everything else, they lost each other again. That hurt so damn bad.

What the fuck kind of name is “Jack” for a nephilim?

If that kid came out that big, that’s probably what killed Kelly. That’s gross, I know, but I can’t help the thought. I’m glad he’s not a baby though, because I didn’t sign up for Sam and Dean raising a baby. It’s kind of annoying that it’s a bit of an Amara repeat, but it’s better than the alternative. Plus, if he gets out of hand, he’s old enough to kill!

To be honest, kind of a shitty ending. Not by way of content, because this season was bomb af, but the whole two episodes were kind of tame. Other than them killing off two regulars and two recurring characters, of course. But the very last second is usually something that is like “what????” But this was just sort of “okay, the kid was born, he’s fully grown (that’s weird), can’t wait for next season.” You know? 

All in all, though, a top notch season. I’m really happy with it. I know a lot of people aren’t because it’s nothing like SPN used to be, but who cares. I thought this season brought out some new and interesting styles and ways of presenting the content that I hope continues into next season. I’m not too worried about Cas and Crowley, but I’ll probably mourn them and Rowena all the same. And Dean crying over Cas’s body is gonna ruin me for the next few months. Thanks, SPN. 

[atc74]

Watching You (2)

Square(s) Filled: Sam Winchester for @spngenrebingo

Warnings: Crazy supportive big brother Dean, creepy love notes, stalker, angst, mentions of death, language. 

Summary: Y/N has a secret admirer that has been leaving her sweet notes. On top of that, she gathers her courage and asks the tall, dark, and handsome Cross Country Coach/History Teacher, Sam Winchester to dinner, thinking he could be her secret admirer. Sam isn’t the secret admirer and someone is unhappy. Will history repeat itself or can Sam keep his new girlfriend safe?

Pairing:  Coach/Teacher!Sam x Coach!Reader

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Michael Shurley, Dean Winchester Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, Alex Jones

Word Count: 4565

Written for:  @spngenrebingo

Beta’d by: The incomparable @amanda-teaches, thank you to the moon and back for everything! Also a huge shout out to @luci-in-trenchcoats, the Queen of AU Whodunits for her feedback. And to @alleiradayne, for her faith in me and her unwavering support.

A/N: This is the second installment to a two part story. I feel it was too long for one solid piece. I am very proud of this entire story and I hope you enjoy it! 

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Previously...

Y/N woke sluggishly. The house was still dark, save for the light above her kitchen sink. She stretched her stiff body, noticing for the first time the blanket draped neatly over her. She remembered her argument with Sam. She remembered asking him leave, telling him she didn’t know if she could trust him. She remembered crying herself to sleep on the couch. She did not remember grabbing a blanket. A blanket that she kept in the window seat of her living room, not on her couch. A chill ran through her as she grabbed her phone off the coffee table. There were three missed calls, five text messages, and a voicemail. All of them from Sam. 

Ignoring the notifications, she dialed Dean. Groggily he answered on the third ring. “‘Lo?”

“Dean, it’s Y/N. I’m sorry to wake you, I don’t even know what time it is, but can you come over? I think someone was here.”

Dean immediately sat up in his bed, now fully awake and coherent. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Make sure your doors are bolted and put on a pot of coffee. It’s going to be okay, Y/N.” 

A knock sounded at her door eight minutes later. She peeked out from behind the curtains to see Dean’s ebony car in her drive. “Y/N? It’s Dean. It’s okay to open the door.” 

She rushed to the front door, quickly undoing the lock and throwing it open. Before Dean could even step foot inside, she launched herself into his arms, knocking him off balance. 

“Whoa, whoa, Sweetheart. I’ve got you. You’re okay,” Dean comforted her the best he could. “Wanna tell me what happened?” 

Over coffee at three in the morning, Y/N recapped the events of the night, including her conversation with Sam. “How could he keep something like that from me?”

“Hey, first things first. I need your phone so I can check the video feed from the cameras,” Dean started. “Then we can talk about Sam.” 

Y/N handed him her phone and he opened the app, checking the feed on all four cameras. “There’s nothing. You didn’t disconnect them did you?” 

“Why would I do that Dean?” she argued. 

“I’m just asking, okay. Did you have any power outages, lose your internet? Anything out of the ordinary you can think of?” Dean questioned. 

“I had to reset the router last week because it wasn’t working,” she thought back. 

“It must have lost signal with the cameras. Dammit!” Dean shouted, pacing the floor in her kitchen, stopping suddenly when he came to the back door. He grabbed a paper towel and jiggled the handle, it was loose. “When was the last time you used this door?” 

“I don’t know. Uh, a week ago maybe. Sam and I grilled last weekend,” she said. “Dean, what the hell is going on?” 

Dean pulled a weapon from the holster hidden by his flannel and handed her a business card. “Lock yourself in the bathroom. If I don’t come back in ten minutes, I want you to call this number. Tell him what happened and he’ll help.” 

“Dean, you’re scaring me.” 

“I think scared is good right now. I’ll be right back,” Dean told her. He took off for the stairs as she ran to the small powder room off the kitchen, locking the door. 

Dean checked each room of the modest house, not finding anything out of the ordinary. When he got to Y/N’s room, he noticed some of his brother’s clothes over a chair. He flipped the light on and that was when he spotted it. A plain white envelope in the middle of her pristinely made bed. He gently picked it up by the edges after photographing it with his phone. He bounded down the stairs to check the basement before he retrieved Y/N from the bathroom. Nothing else in the house was amiss. 

“Sweetheart, you can come out now,” he said softly, knocking on the door. 

“Dean, what the fuck is going on?” she demanded. 

“He left another note. It was on your bed,” Dean laid it on the counter before her. She shook her head, so Dean opened it. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? He was in my house and watching me sleep?” she bellowed. 

“I’m going to make a call,” Dean announced, leaving the room momentarily. Y/N took a bottle off the top of her fridge, adding a healthy dose to her coffee. 

“Tell me about Jessica, the fire and Michael Shurley’s involvement,” she requested when he returned. 

Dean took notice of the bottle, added a shot to his own coffee, and took a large drink. “After our parents accident, Sam wasn’t really the same. I guess neither of us was. He was only sixteen. I was twenty, in the Academy and suddenly had to parent my little brother. They left us a substantial life insurance policy and the house was paid for so we did okay. We both went to therapy and things got easier.” 

“Then, Sam went off to college. He met this girl and she was great for him, but it turned out her secret admirer wasn’t so thrilled about their budding romance. Then the house fire happened and he was never the same. He never came home for breaks, just spent all his time studying. They interviewed all of their friends and reports said Shurley was jealous of Sam’s relationship with Jess. But the police couldn’t find any evidence that he was the stalker or set the fire. The case went cold and was never solved,” Dean sighed, running a hand over his face. 

“Sam said they questioned him too, but the two of you were camping,” Y/N mentioned. 

“Yeah, we were. It was actually the anniversary of our parents’ deaths and we always went camping to get away, you know? So we were over in hill country, but got separated while hiking. I didn’t see Sam for almost six hours. I made it back to camp and he was just sitting there by the fire and he goes, ‘Nice navigation skills, jerk.’ like nothing happened. I was freaking worried sick that something had happened to my kid brother, but he was having the time of his life roasting marshmallows,” Dean exasperated. “It wasn’t until the next morning that I got the call on my radio about Jess and the fire.”

“That must have devastated him,” Y/N pondered quietly, her hands fiddling with the coffee cup. 

“It did. It took years for me to get my brother back and now this,” he groaned. “It’s this weekend, did you know that?” 

“What is?” Y/N asked, confusion filling her features. 

“The anniversary. Our parents and Jessica. The same day five years apart. It’s been ten years since her death,” Dean informed her softly. 

“No wonder he didn’t tell me. I still wish he had, but I guess I see the reasons why he didn’t. Or couldn’t,” she reasoned. 

There was a knock at her front door, making her jump from her seat. 

“It’s my buddy. It’s okay. I called him,” Dean reassured her, going to the door. He returned a moment later with an older man dressed like a trucker. “Y/N Y/L/N, this is Bobby Singer. He’s the friend who hooked us up with all the equipment.” 

“It’s good to meet ya, kid. The boys have told me a lot about you,” the old man smiled. 

“I wish I could say the same, Mr. Singer. But it seems the people I meet now are only because of this psycho,” she chuckled nervously. 

“Shit, girl. Mr. Singer was my father and an ass. Please call me Bobby. And yeah, it sucks balls, but I trust this boy with my life,” Bobby proudly turned to Dean, a hand clasped on his shoulder. “And you can, too.” 

“I know, Bobby. I feel better knowing he’s here,” she smiled at the two of them, feeling the bond between them. “But if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?”

“Stalker situations don’t exactly take top priority with the boys in blue. No offense, Dean,” Bobby looked to the younger man. “Unless there has been actual, physical harm, they tend to look the other way. That’s where I take over. I’m the former chief of police here and now I’m my own boss.”

“So what do we do?” she asked. 

“You are calling in sick to work tomorrow, uh, today. Then you’re going to take a nap while Bobby and I make a plan,” Dean told her. 

“But,” she argued. “I can’t, Dean. We have a game tomorrow afternoon.” 

“And that is what assistant coaches are for, Sweetheart. Your life is more important than a win right now,” Dean pointed out and won. She trudged up the stairs. He heard doors open and close and the shower start. Then he turned to Bobby. 

“Did you have eyes on him all night?” Dean demanded. 

“You know I did,” Bobby grumbled. “Nothing since he got home from work. Rufus has been on him since he left the school.”

“Then what the fuck?” Dean shouted, slamming his fist down on the counter. 

“Watch your tone with me, boy!” Bobby smacked Dean upside his head. 

“Ow!” Dean rubbed the back of his head. “What about Sam?”

“Jody said he hasn’t left his house since he got back. She walked the perimeter and all she can hear is him working out. Weights, the treadmill, the heavy bag until he turned in for the night. It’s not him, Dean. That’s a good thing, boy,” Bobby confirmed. 

“Check in with Rufus, please?” Dean asked. “It’s gotta be Shurley.”

He and Bobby came up with a plan and dusted the house for prints, but didn’t find any that shouldn’t be there. All of them came back as Y/N’s, Sam’s or Dean’s. There also was nothing on the letter, prints or DNA. Dean didn’t know what else to do to help this girl that he had grown fond of since she had started dating his brother. He pulled his phone out and shot off a text. He hoped it would work. 

Y/N groaned as she rolled over to glance at her alarm clock. It was just past eight in the morning and she had gotten a few hours of sleep. The aroma of fresh coffee and bacon reached her nose as she threw back the covers. After taking care of business, she made her way to the kitchen for her fix. Dean was at the stove, but she ignored him for the coffee pot. She didn’t even notice Sam sitting at her kitchen table until she consumed the first hot sip. Her heart caught in her throat. 

“What are you doing here, Sam?” she mumbled, not sure if she was excited to see him, or if it was nerves making her heart race. 

“Uh, Dean called me. Told me what happened,” he replied, standing up and crossing the room to stand before her. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I should have said something, but I was scared. I’m so sorry, baby.”

“You can’t change the past, Sam. But I need you here with me. We need to be open and honest with each other,” she sniffled. “I’m scared.” 

Sam didn’t say anything else, just took the cup from her hands, setting it aside to wrap his arms around her until they covered her like a favorite blanket. Neither of them noticed Dean slip from the room to give them some privacy. 

Later, over breakfast, Dean and Bobby filled Y/N and Sam in on their plan to keep her safe. 

“You want me to move in with someone I’ve known for five hours? Just uproot my life like that?” Y/N questioned, snapping her fingers in front of Dean’s face. 

“It’s just for a few days, I’m sure, Y/N,” Sam attempted to reason with her. “Bobby’s place is the safest of safe houses. He and his wife, Jody, are both retired Law Enforcement. Whoever is doing this won’t be able to find you there. And, I’ll be there with you, too.” 

“Fine. I guess I don’t have much say in the matter. You two are the experts here. I’ll just go pack a bag,” Y/N stood and left the room, all eyes following her until her feet hit the stairs. 

“Are you guys sure about this?” Sam turned and looked at the only two men he trusted wholly. 

“Yes. We’re sneaking her out the back to my van. Jody’s daughter, Alex, is the same height and build and will be staying here in her place. She will receive a phone call from you, Sam, and drive to meet you somewhere. We hope the bastard follows her so we can nail him,” Bobby explained. 

The air was rent with a scream from the second floor. Sam and Dean ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time. “What is it? What happened?” 

“He was here!” she cried, pointing at another envelope on the bed. Dean lifted it off the bed carefully. He pulled the paper open with his knife to read the words aloud. 

“Get me the fuck outta here.” Her voice cracked with emotion. 

“You idjits ready?” Bobby called up the stairs as the three of them were exiting Y/N’s room, Sam holding tight to her hand. 

“Y/N, this is my step-daughter, Alex. She’s going to play you for a couple of days so we can catch this son of a bitch,” Bobby introduced them. 

“Thank you,” Y/N acknowledged her softly, turning her face into Sam’s shirt. 

“You know what to do kid,” Bobby addressed Alex. “Anything fishy and you alert me or your mama.” 

“Got it, pops,” Alex agreed. She hugged Bobby, before wishing them luck and watching them duck out the back door to his waiting van. “Now, you guys need to leave. Go home. Don’t head to our place just yet.”

“I’ve got to check in at the station, anyway,” Dean said, looking to his brother. “She’s gonna be okay, Sammy. You’re gonna be okay.” 

“Thanks, Dean. Bye, Alex. Thank you,” Sam waved as he headed out the door with his brother. They got in their respective vehicles and parted ways. 

~*~

The Singer-Mills home was not what she was expecting. It was an older two story with light blue paint and white trim. The landscaping was immaculate and cheery, flowers lining the walk. Y/N was pleasantly surprised as Bobby ushered her into the house quickly. 

“Y/N, this is my wife, Jody. She’ll show you to your room,” Bobby grumbled, heading to the kitchen for a drink. 

“Right this way, sweetie,” Jody smiled kindly. “I can only imagine what you are going through, but I want you to know you are perfectly safe here. Bobby and I are going to make sure of it, okay?” At the top of the stairs, she turned back down the hall to the last room on the left. 

The room was well kept, with a queen size bed in the middle and lacy white curtains blowing with the slight breeze. There was also a small dresser and a large closet.  

“Thank you very much, Jody. I think I’d like to lay down,” Y/N yawned, the last twelve hours having taken its toll on her. 

“That sounds like a good idea, honey. I’ll come wake you in a couple hours when lunch is ready,” Jody excused herself from the room, letting Y/N get her bearings and some rest. 

She returned to the kitchen to find her husband nursing a whiskey, just finishing a call with her daughter, who was currently posing as Y/N. Their plan was risky, but it was the best possible outcome. She stood behind him, gently rubbing his shoulders. “It’s gonna work out. We’re gonna get him this time.” 

“I sure hope you’re right, woman,” Bobby groaned. 

“I always am. That’s why you married me,” she smiled down at him, laying a sweet kiss to his bearded cheek. 

“Damn straight,” he laughed, pulling her down into his lap. 

~*~

“Baby, it’s me. Wanna wake up?” Sam nuzzled his face into Y/N’s hair as he laid in the bed behind her. 

“Time is it?” she mumbled sleepily into her pillow. 

“It’s time for lunch,” he whispered softly in her ear. 

“Good, I’m hungry,” she replied, rolling over and curling into his chest. 

“Then, let’s go get some grub,” he chuckled, the rumbling settling in his chest. 

A few minutes later, they wandered hand in hand into the kitchen. “Hmmm, it’s smells amazing in here.” 

“Thank you, dear. That’s actually dinner. We’ll be having lasagna tonight. Right now, you’ll have to settle for grilled cheese and homemade chicken noodle soup,” Jody informed them as she dished the soup into bowls at the stove. 

Bobby slid the sandwiches onto a platter, placing it in the middle of the table. “Eat up, kids.” 

“Where’s Dean?” Sam asked, grabbing them both a sandwich. 

“He called a little bit ago. Got held up at the station with some paperwork, he said,” Bobby relayed. “He should be here for dinner. You know that boy hasn’t missed a family dinner in fifteen years.”

“I don’t think Dean has ever missed a meal,” Sam agreed. 

After lunch, Y/N helped Jody clean up then Sam pulled her outside with him to sit out on the porch. It was a nice autumn afternoon, the leaves just starting to change color. 

“I could get used to this,” Sam stated. 

“What, running for my life?” Y/N asked, a bitter laugh falling from her lips. 

“No, definitely not that. This, you and me. I know we haven’t been together very long, but I see a future with you,” he professed. “I haven’t thought about that with anyone since Jessica. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth about her, about what happened to her.” 

“Sam, I talked to your brother. He told me everything. I’m sorry I got so upset. I should’ve listened more and talked less. I know it wasn’t easy for you to tell me that, and then I kinda blew up at you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I said I couldn’t trust you. I was just scared,” Y/N apologized not only for her reaction, but for Sam’s loss. She knew that must have been hell to deal with. 

“When you love someone, it’s harder to let all the ghosts out of the closet,” Sam murmured. 

“What? Did you say you love me?” Her head shot up off his shoulder so she could look him in the eyes. 

“Yeah, I guess I did. I love you, Y/N,” Sam repeated. 

“I think I might love you, too, Sam. But can we get through this first?” she hesitated. “There are so many emotions going through me right now, I just need a clear head to sort them all out. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I get it, I do. I can’t imagine being on the receiving end of what this creep is doing to you. But me, Bobby, Jody, Dean, and Alex...we’ve got you, baby,” Sam promised. 

Y/N knew she was safe here with Sam, Bobby and Jody. She knew Dean wouldn’t be far behind, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled deep in her bones. 

As the sun started to set and the breeze turned cooler, Sam and Y/N headed inside to help with dinner. Alex and Dean had arrived while they had been outside. 

“Pops, I’m telling you, there was no tail. I stayed at the designated point for four hours and took a different route home. I stopped for gas and wine. There was no one watching me. You’re the one that trained me. You doubting yourself, old man?” Alex filled everyone in on her afternoon as Y/N without incident. 

“I’m not doubting myself, or you, honey bun. I’m just trying to make sure Y/N stays safe. She’s in our care now and we need to be on top of our game,” Bobby reiterated, casting his eyes over everyone in the room. 

“I had some paperwork to do, but I ran through the old case files from ten years ago. I even made a follow up call to the lead detective back then, too. They’ve heard nothing new on Shurley. He doesn’t even have so much as have a jaywalking citation. On paper, the guy is a freaking angel,” Dean delivered his own news. 

“Well, then we keep on keeping on,” Jody said. “Besides, right now, it’s family dinner and chow’s on.” 

The table was filled with lasagna, salad, bread and wine. Y/N looked around the table at the smiling faces of the people whom she had grown to care about in Sam and Dean, as well as those that were her new protectors. She felt conflicted, with the emotions spinning inside her like a tornado, and instead of a family dinner, she couldn’t help but hope it wasn’t her last supper. 

“Thank you all so much for dinner and conversation, but I’m beat. I think I’m going to turn in,” Y/N announced, downing the last of her wine, yawning widely.

“I’ll come with you,” Sam said. 

They climbed the stairs side by side and readied for bed in silence. It wasn’t until they were bathed in moonlight from the gauzy curtains that Sam broke the silence.

“I know you’re scared, babe. I can feel it. It’s oozing from your pores. I’m scared, too,” Sam admitted, rolling to face Y/N. 

“Sam, I am certain that I love you, but I don’t want this to be your life. What if this never goes away?” she faltered, trying not to look him in the eye.

“We’ll figure it out together. I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I love you,” Sam expressed. 

“I love you,” she sighed, allowing herself to let go and just be with Sam for now. They’d figure the rest out later, if they survived. 

~*~

“Sam, Y/N! You have to get up now!” Alex whisper screamed as she glided across the floor, her steps featherlight as she reached the bed. “Sam! Y/N!” 

They bolted upright, seeing Alex hovering over the bed. “He’s here, isn’t he?” 

“We’ve only caught movement on the cameras, nothing defined. But go! Now!” Alex moved toward the closet and the large bureau that sat against one wall. She pulled open the double doors and twisted the bottom left knob to reveal a hidden hatch inside the bureau. She handed them each a glowstick. “There is a door in the northwest corner with a retinal scanner. Go!” 

Sam climbed through first, landing on his feet in a darkened stairwell. He broke the glowsticks as Y/N eased her body through the opening to stand beside him. The door to the bureau closed and they were left in silence as they negotiated the narrow stairwell to the bottom. Sam turned and found the door Alex told them about. He lined up his face and the scanner passed over him. “Samuel Winchester. Access granted.” The robotic voice declared and the door popped open.

“Y/N, come on!” Sam urged her to hurry through the door just as a gunshot echoed on the floor above them. 

“That was a warning. Don’t make me shoot you, boy!” Bobby bellowed as he defended Y/N and his home. 

Sam dragged her into the room behind him and pulled the heavy steel door closed and the lock engaged with a resounding boom. He quickly assessed the room and, at a glance, it seemed to have everything they needed to hide out for at least two weeks. Sam calmed Y/N down and helped her onto the couch on one side, covering her with a blanket while he held her close. 

“He’s here, Sam. He’s coming for me,” she mumbled. 

“Hey, no one is getting in here. You’re safe here with me,” Sam cooed, trying his best to reassure her, but it was getting harder by the minute. He could only imagine what was going on upstairs. “I’m going to look around and get some water, okay?” She only nodded as he rose from the sofa. 

Steel shelving lined one wall and was stocked with bottled water and canned goods. There was a door on the other wall which Sam assumed was a bathroom, as the shelves also held toilet tissue and hygiene products. There was a full size bed in the other corner and a desk next to it. He walked over and took a seat at the desk. There was a note addressed to him. 

“Sam, this ain’t gonna be easy, but just stay here and let us deal with this sicko. We’re trained for this kinda shit, but if we need someone to outrun him, we’ll call you. Sit tight kid and hold tight to your girl. We got this.” ~Bobby.

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle at Bobby’s attempt at joking at a time like this, but that was part of his charm. He rose to grab two waters from the shelf when the lights went out, followed by a shriek from Y/N on the sofa. “Babe?” Sam called out for her. 

“Sam!” she cried out for him just as the emergency lights kicked on, bathing the room in a red glow. 

Sam rushed to her side, forgetting the waters. He needed to keep calm to keep her calm but he knew he was close to losing it, too. 

~*~

“What are you doing, boy?” Bobby called out from behind cover in his office, the red glow throwing shadows everywhere.  

“I’m tired of playing. Let’s finish this game!” the voice boomed throughout the house with thunderous rage. 

“You don’t have to do this. You can still walk away, Dean!” Jody shouted. 

“Really, Jody? Would you feel the same way if it had been Alex?” Dean mocked as he walked through the hallways of the house he practically grew up in. 

“No, you piece of shit. You would’ve been dead already!” Alex screamed as she lunged forward from the shadows pulling the trigger of the gun aimed at a man she considered her brother. The single shot hit him in the thigh. 

“You bitch!” Dean roared as he stumbled, falling to one knee. 

“I taught you more respect for women than that, boy,” Bobby chastised as he entered the hallway, seeing Dean bleeding. 

“You’re not my father,” Dean spat on Bobby’s shoes. 

“Don’t talk to my dad like that, ass hat!” Alex fumed, swiping his other leg out from under him. Dean Winchester collapsed at her feet. 

“Sam! Y/N!” Jody yelled out. “It’s Jody, I’m coming in.” A moment later the heavy door swung open, revealing Jody. Y/N rushed to her feet and embraced the woman. 

“You’re okay!” Y/N exclaimed, checking her for injuries. 

“Yeah, we’re okay. Come on. Police are on their way,” Jody dropped their shoes on the floor, then motioned for them to follow her. 

The lights had been restored, and Y/N looked at the chaos that had erupted on the first floor of Bobby and Jody’s house. There was broken glass everywhere and more than a few bullet holes in the walls. 

Sam and Y/N crossed the threshold into the kitchen when Sam grabbed her arm tightly, preventing her from going any further. She looked up to see why Sam had stopped, her eyes wide with bewilderment. 

“Dean?” Sam gasped, dropping to his knees as tears streamed down his face. “You killed Jessica? Why?” 

“Why?” he mocked. “Because! Because mom and dad were gone! We lost everything and I’d be damned if I was gonna lose you too! I wasn’t going to let some girl come between us! We need to be together, Sammy. We’re stronger together and we need each other!” 

“Well, you’re right about one thing,” Sam stood to face his brother. 

“I’m always right Sammy. I’m your big brother,” Dean cackled. 

“No, Dean. You’re just damned,” Sam said.  

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VHS #389

LOTS of good music on this tape! Tom Dowd - The Language of Music, Richard Thompson - Sierra Center Stage, Dabney Toure on Summerstage, Central Park, NYC, 7/16/06, Stevie Wonder - A Night of Wonder Live in London, 1995, Genesis in concert ~76, Ken Russell - In Search of the English Folk Song, The Tiger Lillies - Shock Headed Peter and other songs, Gabriel Yared music that I like - Des orages pour la nuit, Anuna in concert - The Blue Bird, Beat Route: three excerpts: Seville/New Orleans connection, Beirut *** Tom Dowd - The Language of Music 1&1/2 hrs, s See the whole thing here! http://wifimovies.net/watch/nGEjyRdb-tom-dowd-the-language-of-music.html He plays Layla on the piano, Cream - Tales of Brave Ulysses, Criteria Recording, Miami, Joe Bonamassa in the studio, This Is The Thang - Jesse Jones, apt on Riverside Drive where he grew up, Capital Studio (LA?), an album in 9 hours, Atlantic Records, Ahmet Ertegun - Tommy’s the best, Eileen Barton - If I Knew You Were Coming I’d Have Baked A Cake the first record he worked on, Drinkin' Wine Spo-Dee-O-Dee - Stick McGhee, Tico albums, Jerry Wexler, 234 W 56 Atlantic Records office, Ruth Brown - Mama He Treats Your Daughter Mean, Ray Charles, It Should Have Been Me, mixed down to mono, what does it sound like?, nuclear research at Columbia, Ahmet - remembers first time he recorded onto a tape machine, John Coltrane, Bikini nuclear test, Blue Monk - Thelonius Monk, stereo, Phil Ramone, A&R Recording, Ornette Coleman - Eric Dolphy session, Les Paul, the octopus (8 track) and the monster (board), Sweet Georgia Brown at Iridium, changed rotary faders to sliders, Leiber & Stoller, Atlantic the first studio to have multitrack, showed Ramone the multitrack, Stand By Me - Ben E King, Bobby Darin - Mack the Knife, Stax studio in Memphis, Booker T & The MGs - Green Onions live, Rufus Thomas - Walking The Dog, Otis Redding - Try A Little Tenderness live, Aretha in Muscle Shoals one day, then NYC, Arif Mardin, Respect, Eric Clapton, Indian beat to Sunshine of Your Love, perfect coach, 5 ms, Greg Allman, heard the Allman Bros at Capricorn, went to Miami, Winnebago with the Allman Bros, Idlewild South, In Memory of Elizabeth Reed, Fillmore East, editing that night!, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Marshall Tucker, Free Bird, Duane went to play with Eric Clapton - Layla, mixing it, soloing them, piano part recorded 3 weeks after guitars, digital in the 80s, I Love A Piano. *** Richard Thompson - Sierra Center Stage 12/04/05I rec 11/22/06?weird distortion... See the whole thing here: https://youtu.be/ean8_3bdZGw He talks in a sit-down interview between almost every song. One Door Opens Old Thames SideHots for the Smarts, funny!Genesis Hall (Sandy Denny song), smelled some of that 60s spirit on Main StDimming of the DayCrawl Back Cold Kisses1952 Vincent Black Lightning (cut off too soon) *** Dabey Toure on Summerstage Central Park, NYC, 7/16/0625:51low level audio nice African acoustic gtr and singing *** Stevie Wonder - A Night of Wonder Live in London, 1995VH-150:28 See the whole thing here: https://youtu.be/kgejVHqJb-8 Master Blaster Higher Ground Sensuous Whisper My Cherie Amour Signed, Sealed, Delivered Im Yours Sir Duke/I Wish You Are The Sunshine Of My Life Superstition I Just Called To Say I Love You Cold Chill Do I DoCold Chill outro *** Genesis in Concert 197642:00 w/o commercialsVH-1oversaturated colors See the whole thing here: https://youtu.be/1RoKJQNREII I Know What I Like Fly on a WindshieldCarpet Crawlers The Cinema Show (Part 2) Entangled Supper's Ready (part 2) Los Endos *** Ken Russell - In Search of the English Folk Song1 hr, with commercialsOvation Ken Russel wearing “Falling" sunglasses is awakened by a woman singing, he walks into the garden and carries a statue. We see a woman singing - Sian Elizabeth Rees - Brigg Fair, Ken then dances, he then wakes from a dream. Talks to his dog as he goes through his 78s. Brigg Fair - Joseph Taylor (https://youtu.be/YdmgUM4LbS4), Cecil Sharp dancing (https://youtu.be/tI5qxjWutrs?t=205) This clip, in a pub, So What - Kick It , then outsidetalks with a man in his house, about Indian songs then Garry Fenna sings Going to Put a Bar in My Old Car and Drive Myself to Drinkwoman by a spinning wheel singing a lusty songBob Appleyard - The Fawley Flame, singing in his bedroomi n a car, picks up the spinning wheel woman?, they go to a nuclear missile launching site, Lynne Fortt - Down at Greenham Common on a Spree a cappella Wollaton Hall, June Tabor - King of Rome! (https://youtu.be/kgpWtmUEiZE) Not this clip.Fairport Convention - Seventeen Come Sunday (w/ The Sheriff's Ride, a Morris tune and dancers) (https://youtu.be/72zjb_GU3jg) This clip. Sing in the studio, Morris dancers outside, then Cropedy, talks with Simon NicolOsibisa - Sunshine Day also at Cropody (https://youtu.be/mqkT6_WZsjg) Not this clip. Eliza Carthy - Good Morning, Mr Walker, Cropody 1997 (https://youtu.be/X3wQHEa_0JQ) Not this clip.talks with Ashley Hutchings, what is English folk songs and where did it come from and where it is going?Chris While with The Albion Band - Young Man Cut Down in his Prime (https://youtu.be/v6Q0OlozB_c) not this clip.Waterson Carthy - Stars in My Crown, sung in front of a church (https://youtu.be/VHW9FN6NOd4) not this clip.They pick up Donovan on the road (good to see him on the road…), what does Nirvana mean to you? - Nirvana (https://youtu.be/Gv3_56Yp7ME) This clip.Edward II - Shepherds Hey (reggae), Glastonbury Festival (https://youtu.be/wdt1W_rqEFk) Not this clip.back in the sun room with 78s and his dog, there’s folk music everywhere, down by the lake by the sound of it, Percy Grainger Chamber Orchestra - Country Gardens (In an English Country Garden) Carole Harwood - East Boldre Trinity, the woman at the spinning wheel? *** The Tiger Lillies - Shock Headed Peter and other songs48:02 w/o commercialsOvation2000 See the whole thing here: https://youtu.be/XYS7-P2Vg1Q The Tiger Lilies in NYC, PS 122 show(s) and interviews and more. Shockheaded PeterSnip SnipThe Dreadful Story of Harriet and the MatchesBeat MeStart a Fire!Soho BoyBully BoysFlying Robert!The Story of Cruel FrederickTerribleAlone with the Moon! *** unknown documentary about Gabriel YaredOvation talking about his work, ballet, wrote Des orages pour la nuit (Thunderstorms for the night) for a Carolyn Carlson ballet. It was then used in the movie 37°2 le matin aka Betty Blue (1986), (Also in "Seen from here": Carolyn Carlson; a portrait in five parts?, A film by Charles Picq.) This is the Gabriel Yared music that I originally heard in the documentary about Paul Delvaux - The Sleepwalker of Saint-Idesbald (https://youtu.be/awh9yt-LA0U) perhaps this clip. *** Anuna in concert - The Blue Bird! Elaine Donnelly talks about it, (https://youtu.be/Q1w6QSNqYzk) this clip for the concert part. *** Beat Route - SevilleJools HollandOvation Seville rhythm and New Orleans connection (https://youtu.be/S-TbarpBe9s) This clip! Seville was the first main trading port with America *** Beat Route - Beirut belly dancer dances to Lowell Fulsome blues song, it works! The Legend of St George according to Jools Holland in Beirut