A Turkey
Three posts in a row, I'm so proud. I think this is nearing the halfway mark. I've only got two - maybe three - more parts to write (the next one, and the second last. Heaven forbid me to write a story in order.) So hopefully this will be finished before Supernatural returns.
Though, I have started writing another, which is referenced in the next chapter (or will be when I write it), so my plans of returning to scripting are going right out the window. Damn Dean and his utter Dean-ness.
I feel so sorry for Priestly in this part, but I just had to write it. Really, I did.
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While Tish was trying to calm a panicked Piper down, Jen explained to Sam about Piper's daughter, and Noah.
Sam called Dean back, filled him in, and the brothers decided that Dean would watch them, while Sam went out on research. Realising he might need help, Jen offered to go too. Priestly, still not trusting Dean, affirmed that he would be tagging along with Piper's party, which also included Tish.
After Piper rang ahead to let Noah know they were coming, Dean pulled the impala up, the four of them got out and Dean rummaged through the trunk while the others waited on the porch.
When Noah answered the door, he quickly got over his shock at seeing 'Priestly's brother', who was 'in town for some "S'n'S" (Surf and Sun - Dean just blinked), and asked what was so urgent they had to show up at eight o'clock at night.
In their rambling on some story about needing to introduce Dean before he left town - "What?" - they stumbled into Piper saying the exact right thing. That she missed Julia, and they didn't want her to be alone.
Goodheartedly, he let them in. It wasn't until half and hour later when Julia and a very relieved Piper were watching Disney, that Noah thought to ask why the others were still sitting at his table drinking coffee.
"I haven't seen this movie before," Priestly indicated to Anastasia.
Dean rolled his eyes. "We're taking her home. But," he inclined his head to the two sitting on the lounge, "don't ruin this for her."
Noah saw what Dean did, and his eyes softened before nodding and joining them on the couch.
When he was out of earshot, Dean levelled Priestly with a look. " 'Haven't seen this movie' - what are you, five?"
"And a half!" Priestly protested.
They lapsed into a silence, which was spent with Tish deciding that maybe Dean wasn't so bad, and some light flirting which eventually dissolved into what can only be described as eye-sex, while an unimpressed Priestly sat in between them.
When Priestly sighed dramatically they immediately stopped, because his breath had come out in an icy puff.
"Piper," Dean called, standing up.
The Television flickered off. Then the lights.
Priestly and Tish followed Dean to the lounge, where Piper and Julia were clinging to Noah for dear life.
"Alright, everyone stay calm," Dean's smooth baritone helped ease their panic, if only a little.
Well, until he pulled out a shotgun.
Priestly stepped between him and the others. "I knew it."
Deans' eyes went from scanning the room to demeaning Priestly. "It's for the ghost."
"Right, because dead people are afraid of guns."
He was about to retort when he heard something. "Shh."
"Don't tell me to-"
Dean cocked the gun. Priestly shut up.
A quiet sob emanated from behind Piper's shoulder, and the group turned as one to see a petite little brunette, dressed in a dripping, white nightgown flickering towards them. She couldn't be more than five. Water pooled at her feet as she neared them looking only at Julia. Her voice was gargled, Stop... please stop...
The group backed away, as Dean strode forward to take point. He aimed the barrel and blasted rock salt into her, scattering her away for the moment.
Seeing their faces, he explained. "Rock salt, it's a spirit deterrant."
Noah looked confused. "What the hell's going on?"
Instead of answering, Dean unloaded another shot into the girl who had returned, just as she was reaching out for Julia.
He quickly reloaded the gun and pumped it, waiting.
Silence.
More waiting.
More silence.
Dean remembered something and pulled a small object from his pocket, waving it about the room.
When it remained silent, he slowly put it back in his pocket and relaxed. "She's gone. I think she missed her chance."
"Who the hell is she?" Tish said a little loudly, evidence of her frazzled nerves.
"Was, and I don't know. You okay?" He looked at both Piper and Julia, and after receiving a confirmation turned to the others.
Noah was having a hard time putting it together, and said as much. Tish caught Dean's weary look and offered to explain, for which Dean smiled graciously at her. Piper seemed to take her lead in deciding that taking action was the best way to overcome her shock and bustled into the kitchen to make some more coffee, or in her daughter's case, hot chocolate.
That left Priestly.
"You okay there?" Dean asked, shouldering his sawn-off.
Priestly, who had been gaping at the spot the ghost last was, blinked. "A ghost. She was a ghost. Ghosts are real."
"Yeahhhhh....?"
This was too much for Priestly to take. Hearing about it and seeing it first-hand were two very different things, and as the world started spinning, Dean's voice sounded like an endless note blurring into nothingness until the ground rose up to meet him and he blacked out.
If he had been awake, he would have seen Dean look down at him and shake his head. "Dude, you're such a pansy."
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Though, I have started writing another, which is referenced in the next chapter (or will be when I write it), so my plans of returning to scripting are going right out the window. Damn Dean and his utter Dean-ness.
I feel so sorry for Priestly in this part, but I just had to write it. Really, I did.
( 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 )
_____________________
While Tish was trying to calm a panicked Piper down, Jen explained to Sam about Piper's daughter, and Noah.
Sam called Dean back, filled him in, and the brothers decided that Dean would watch them, while Sam went out on research. Realising he might need help, Jen offered to go too. Priestly, still not trusting Dean, affirmed that he would be tagging along with Piper's party, which also included Tish.
After Piper rang ahead to let Noah know they were coming, Dean pulled the impala up, the four of them got out and Dean rummaged through the trunk while the others waited on the porch.
When Noah answered the door, he quickly got over his shock at seeing 'Priestly's brother', who was 'in town for some "S'n'S" (Surf and Sun - Dean just blinked), and asked what was so urgent they had to show up at eight o'clock at night.
In their rambling on some story about needing to introduce Dean before he left town - "What?" - they stumbled into Piper saying the exact right thing. That she missed Julia, and they didn't want her to be alone.
Goodheartedly, he let them in. It wasn't until half and hour later when Julia and a very relieved Piper were watching Disney, that Noah thought to ask why the others were still sitting at his table drinking coffee.
"I haven't seen this movie before," Priestly indicated to Anastasia.
Dean rolled his eyes. "We're taking her home. But," he inclined his head to the two sitting on the lounge, "don't ruin this for her."
Noah saw what Dean did, and his eyes softened before nodding and joining them on the couch.
When he was out of earshot, Dean levelled Priestly with a look. " 'Haven't seen this movie' - what are you, five?"
"And a half!" Priestly protested.
They lapsed into a silence, which was spent with Tish deciding that maybe Dean wasn't so bad, and some light flirting which eventually dissolved into what can only be described as eye-sex, while an unimpressed Priestly sat in between them.
When Priestly sighed dramatically they immediately stopped, because his breath had come out in an icy puff.
"Piper," Dean called, standing up.
The Television flickered off. Then the lights.
Priestly and Tish followed Dean to the lounge, where Piper and Julia were clinging to Noah for dear life.
"Alright, everyone stay calm," Dean's smooth baritone helped ease their panic, if only a little.
Well, until he pulled out a shotgun.
Priestly stepped between him and the others. "I knew it."
Deans' eyes went from scanning the room to demeaning Priestly. "It's for the ghost."
"Right, because dead people are afraid of guns."
He was about to retort when he heard something. "Shh."
"Don't tell me to-"
Dean cocked the gun. Priestly shut up.
A quiet sob emanated from behind Piper's shoulder, and the group turned as one to see a petite little brunette, dressed in a dripping, white nightgown flickering towards them. She couldn't be more than five. Water pooled at her feet as she neared them looking only at Julia. Her voice was gargled, Stop... please stop...
The group backed away, as Dean strode forward to take point. He aimed the barrel and blasted rock salt into her, scattering her away for the moment.
Seeing their faces, he explained. "Rock salt, it's a spirit deterrant."
Noah looked confused. "What the hell's going on?"
Instead of answering, Dean unloaded another shot into the girl who had returned, just as she was reaching out for Julia.
He quickly reloaded the gun and pumped it, waiting.
Silence.
More waiting.
More silence.
Dean remembered something and pulled a small object from his pocket, waving it about the room.
When it remained silent, he slowly put it back in his pocket and relaxed. "She's gone. I think she missed her chance."
"Who the hell is she?" Tish said a little loudly, evidence of her frazzled nerves.
"Was, and I don't know. You okay?" He looked at both Piper and Julia, and after receiving a confirmation turned to the others.
Noah was having a hard time putting it together, and said as much. Tish caught Dean's weary look and offered to explain, for which Dean smiled graciously at her. Piper seemed to take her lead in deciding that taking action was the best way to overcome her shock and bustled into the kitchen to make some more coffee, or in her daughter's case, hot chocolate.
That left Priestly.
"You okay there?" Dean asked, shouldering his sawn-off.
Priestly, who had been gaping at the spot the ghost last was, blinked. "A ghost. She was a ghost. Ghosts are real."
"Yeahhhhh....?"
This was too much for Priestly to take. Hearing about it and seeing it first-hand were two very different things, and as the world started spinning, Dean's voice sounded like an endless note blurring into nothingness until the ground rose up to meet him and he blacked out.
If he had been awake, he would have seen Dean look down at him and shake his head. "Dude, you're such a pansy."
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