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The Femchesters Chapter 9Once again, the Winchester brothers/sisters stood awkwardly together, glancing around for help and wondering what the hell to do.
In front of them, a middle aged, fat woman was busy getting her makeup done by a nineteen year old girl, whose hair was pulled tightly back from her face in a long, blond pony tail. She wore large hoop earrings and her face was heavily made up. Not the type of girl the younger Winchester usually got along with, but at least she seemed to know what she was doing, Sam thought.
The middle-aged lady got up and left, without so much as a thank you to the girl. She sighed and turned to the Winchesters. “So, who’s first?” she said, through a mouthful of gum. Sam was unsurprised when Dean shoved him ahead.
The girl gestured to the seat and Sam sat down stiffly, just remembering to cross his legs, as females seemed to do.
“Have anything in mind?” The girl asked, riffling through the many bottles of foundation to find Sam’s skin ton
The Femchesters: Chapter 8“Everything okay there, Sammy?” a feminine voice called, just as Sam put down the phone. The younger Winchester jumped and whirled around to see his older brother... sister... whatever standing in the doorway.
“What?!” he blurted, hoping to god dean had not heard his conversation with Bobby.
“Yeah... fine!” Dean walked further into the room, eyebrows raised at the phone, still in Sam’s hand. “I was just... um... getting some tips off Bobby.” Sam added quickly.
“Sam, we already know everything about ghosts!”
“Yeah... well... never hurts to have a second opinion.” Said Sam, giving his brother a half-hearted smile.
Dean nodded slowly, still looking a little disbelieving. “Right, well, anyway... I was thinking about this ghost son-of-a-bitch, why’d he wait until now to attack Sophie?”
“I was wondering that, too,” said Sam, relieved that his brother had changed the subject. He grabbed
The Femchesters: Chapter 6The metallicar screeched to a halt outside 213 Elm Street, in time for the boys/girls to see a 'sold' sign being nailed up.
"Crap," Dean cursed.
The brothers/sisters leaped out of the car, simultaneously, and ran up to the worker.
"Hey! What do you mean it's sold already?" Sam exclaimed, as the man turned around.
"We had a good offer on it," he said, sticking his thumb out towards the front door, where none other than Britney Jones was walking out. Sam and Dean ran over to her, blocking her path.
She looked up and, as soon as she saw who was blocking her path, her face moulded into a look of disgust. "What are you doing here?"
"You can't buy the flat!" Sam said, quickly.
"Well, here's a news-flash, freak, I've already bought it," Britney said, gesturing towards the sold sign.
"Yeah, but, you don't have to move in right now do you?" said Dean, hopefully.
"Why? Planning on stealing something? There's nothing in that house but Sophie's old junk, which I plan on getting rid of, as soon as
The Femchesters: Chapter 5"Two beers, please," Sam told the bartender, whilst taking a seat beside Dean. The golden liquid was placed in front of them and the boys/girls took grateful swigs.
"Hello, there. What's your name?" A man interrupted, taking a seat next to Dean, his voice full of flirtation as he quirked an eyebrow at the older Winchester.
"Dean," Dean said, automatically. "Err... short for Deanna." He added, quickly, really wanting to punch his little brother in the face for his incessant snickering.
"I'm Eric," The man replied. "How about I buy you a drink?"
"Whoa, I don't swing that way!" Dean said, without thinking.
Eric blanched. "Oh, God, sorry! Are you two... um...?" He gestured between Sam and Dean.
"What?! No!" Sam exclaimed. "We're just broth... sisters! Deanna, here, was just kidding!"
"What? So, you are free?" Eric said, looking back at Dean, a little puzzled.
"No!" Dean yelled, far too quickly. "I mean... um... err..."
"She's got a boyfriend," Sam interrupted, calmly.
"Yeah... Wait, what?!
The Femchesters: Chapter 4"Sam... Sam..."
Sam opened his eyes, to see Bobby staring down at him, looking half-concerned, half-amused.
"What hap...?" Sam started, but stopped when his voice came out oddly high-pitched. "Oh, God!" He leapt to his feet and nearly tripped over his now incredibly baggy trousers, before running to the mirror. He nearly fainted, again. Staring back at him was a shocked-looking woman, with high cheek-bones, bright eyes and an even tan, with long, dark brown hair falling over her shoulders. Quite beautiful (if Sam did say so himself). Gone was the five-day stubble, gone were the muscular arms... Sam Winchester was now a woman.
He looked down at himself. His clothes were hanging off him; he must have shrunk about six inches. The Winchester also noticed, with a distinctive blush, the new bulges in his chest and the looseness of his boxer shorts.
"DEAN!" Sam yelled, still in shock.
"Sammy?" came a female voice from the bathroom. "Um, just a minute, I'm just... Um..."
"Oh God, Dean, please
The Femchesters: Chapter 3"You guys want to what, now?!" exclaimed Bobby, hoping he had misheard the two men seated in front of him.
"We want to turn into women." Sam forced out, annoyed that he had to repeat the embarrassing sentence. Dean could have at least backed him up; all the older Winchester did was stare at the floor, keeping his mouth shut.
"Um... OK," said Bobby, hesitantly, realizing he had not misheard. "Why?"
"It's for a case," said Dean, annoyed that the conversation had to last this long. "It was Sam's idea."
"Better than using an innocent woman as bait!" Sam retorted, angrily. Dean shrugged.
"Right..." said Bobby, looking between the two brothers. "I go and see what I've got."
Dean shot Sam another glare, for what they were about to do, while Bobby searched through his many books.
"I think I've got something, boys." The older man said, returning to the table and slamming a huge book down, narrowly avoiding Sam's fingers. He flicked through a few pages, before stopping and reading through a spel
The Femchesters: Chapter 2Fat dripped from the pieces of deep-fried pork as the hotel bed vibrated beneath Dean. He shoved the meat into his already-full mouth and licked the grease off his fingers. Bliss. Of course, it had to be spoiled by his annoying little brother, who let out an annoyed whine.
"Dean! How many times? Can you not eat your..." he paused, trying to work out what the hell his brother was eating. "...stuff on my bed?!"
"Got anything, Sammy?" Dean said, ignoring the taller man.
Sam sighed, giving up. "Twelve women have died in that flat over the past forty years, in similar circumstances. All had brown hair and sophisticated jobs," he said, scanning over the information on his laptop.
"Ah, so our spirit has a favorite," said Dean, after swallowing a mouthful of meat. "Any idea who it could be, yet?"
"Give me a minute." Sam said.
Sam searched the web for anything related to flat 213c on Elm Street, while Dean put another quarter into the vibrating machine. After about an hour of intense research,
The Femchesters: Chapter 1The Winchester brother entered a cafe, hoping to stop for a bite to eat, before searching for more case. While Sam ordered the food, Dean wondered over to the cafe's TV and flicked on the news.
Immediately, the news reader's voice blared out of the speakers:
"Earlier today, desk clerk, Sophie McMillan, was found dead in her flat, with injuries to her face and head. We have reports of all the doors and windows being locked from the inside, however, her ex-boyfriend, Robert Jones, has been arrested on the suspicion of her murder."
"Think we should check it out?" Sam asked, as he joined Dean at the table.
"Might as well," his brother replied. "But first, I need to get me some pie!"
Sam rolled his eyes.
One car journey and Dean's annoying singing later, they were outside the victims flat. Police tape covered the doors, and police officers were keeping a crowd of people at bay.
Dean opened the glove compartment fished out the fake FBI ID (they had already changed into their suits in the
The Femchesters: PrologueSophie let out a much-needed sigh as she stepped through the door of her small flat; why couldn't Rob just except that things were over between them? The man had been pestering her all day to forgive him and take him back, but how could he do that when he had been seeing her best friend behind her back? She hated them both!
The brunette locked the door before collapsing onto her couch and switching the TV on; what she needed now was a corny sit-com and a good Chinese takeout. She'd just picked up her phone, ready to dial the company's number, when the light above her began to flicker on and off, along with the TV.
Great, she thought as she slapped the box, Could this day possibly get any worse?
Luckily, the slap seemed to have worked and the flickering settled again. She had managed to dial the number at last, when a creaking sounded behind her. She whipped around, her brown hair swirling behind her.
"Hello," she called; she'd locked the door, hadn't she? "Anybody there?"
No answer. Sh
Mall Adventure's! Norway x ReaderHungary pulled insistently on (Name)’s arm.
“Cooomme one!” She insisted.
What did Hungary want (Name) to do? Well she wanted her friend to go into the beauty salon and get a makeover thingy done to her face. (Name) was having none of it/
“Aww haaaiill no” (Name) shouted, not caring that people were staring. “I don’t do makeup!” The girl pulled her arm out of her friends grasp and sprinted.
(Oh did I mention they were at a mall? Yeah, and that means people. Which means there’s a chance you’ll run into someone you know. Or by chance that certain someone you might like. Hehehe yea~
Where you might ask was dear little (Name) running to? Most likely Hot Topic, the one store she could hide safely within.)
Glancing up (Name) saw familiar long hair whooshing.
(Name) turned a corner and darted behind a chair thingy that mall visitors can rest their bodies or whatever on. Then, after a few awkward moments of heavy breathing, (Name) real
Debbie Goes Medieval - Part TwoA link to the first half of this story can be found in the notes below. And now for the conclusion….
Dalca Castle, outside Vanity City, Maryland.
“What the hell kind of place are you-all running here?”
Fred Smythe jumped to his feet, his face flushed with anger. “Don’t come in here shouting and using that kind of language in front of my wife!”
“I’ll speak how I like! Me and the wife got here bright and early. We were fixing to put decorations for the big picnic tomorrow. Then she disappeared. I tried calling her cellphone, but no answer. I hollered her name. Still no answer. I looked everywhere before I finally found her, tied to a tree over there!”
“It’s true,” his wife said. “Some man and woman in fancy old costumes grabbed me. Said they didn’t want us around! Then they tied me up! Even gagged me so I couldn
Debbie Goes Medieval - Part One“Once upon a time the beautiful Princess Tienne decided to host a joust!”
Music, cheerful as the chirping of birds, accompanied Princess Tienne’s graceful entrance into a green meadow. Tienne, a young woman, half Vietnamese in heritage, had lustrous, straight black hair. She wore an elaborate yellow gown and a floral crown. “It’s going to be easy to organize!” she said, placing her hand on a tall wooden stake driven into the ground next to her.
An ominous chord rumbled dangerously as Tienne finished her optimistic prediction.
“Unfortunately, Princess Tienne did not foresee the obstacles that would arise!”
The cheerful music melted away, replaced by a dire melody. Tienne no longer moved about freely. Instead, she stood tied to the wooden stake! Thick, brown ropes surrounded her body, repeated loops created broad coils, two about her legs, and two about her torso. A white cloth over he
Hetalia x Reader Dumblore Sadness
America slammed his hand on the table.
“And I’ll be the hero!” He exclaimed. That set them all off. England and France were shoving each other, calling names while China and all the Asians Stood off and rolled their eyes.
“Hey watch the koala!” and “You bloody frog!” could be heard along with curses in multiple languages. Italy was in chibi form furiously waving his flag while Hungary was swinging her frying pan in every way. Denmark and Prussia had come to blows while you could hear Norway, “Call me big brother!”
Germany was twitching in annoyance. He had had enough of this bull.
“Oi! You dunkopfs! Vould jou all just sit down und listen! Ve vill take turns speaking und I vill start!” He shouted. Catching all the countries attention. Russia had stop trying and hit America with his pipe. England took his hands off of France’s neck and Switzerland lowered his rifle.
“Okay so to address the problem at han
Movie Magic - Part 1PART 1 - PAN & SCAN
The screen flickers to life as the lights go down and an expectant hush falls over the audience.
A jaunty fanfare plays, as a topographic map of continental Equestria fades into view. Multicolored fireworks burst and flicker across the skies over the verdant kingdom, resolving into the smiling visage of a cobalt blue unicorn mare with a pale blue mane and a gleam in her amethyst colored eyes. Her horn sparkles as the words appear over her in pleasing cursive writing. "The Spectacular Trixie Presents A Lulamoon Studios Production!"
With a convivial wink she fades out, replaced by the image of a handsome stallion in a Harmony Flight Harness carrying a movie camera rig and peering through the viewfinder as he traverses the map from one side to the other. Trailing behind him, a glamorous pegasus mare with flowing blonde hair and a sash emblazoned with the word 'veritas' tows a fluttering banner that proclaims: "Eye on Equestria! All the news the nation needs now!"
The First Ceasefire - Chapter 20 :: NamesSniper sat up when he heard the door unlock.
Spy entered the room, a worried expression on his face. "I 'ate to say it, but we need 'ou. Quickly."
Sniper jumped to his feet. "Whoi? What happened?"
"It's Scout... Just, come." Spy led the Australian into compartment three, where Scout was curled up on the couch shuddering, screaming and sobbing.
"Oh, no..." Sniper whispered. "What happened?"
"Nightmare." Medic said curtly. "He vas yelling about not vanting to be touched and vas screaming and sobbing."
Sniper reached out his hand, gently resting it on Scout's shoulder. "Scout... It's gonna be okay... Oi promise..." He said softly, gently squeezing the younger's shoulder.
Scout's breathing began to slow, and his sobs began to grow quieter.
Sniper sat down next to him, slowly rubbing his back with his other hand.
Scout let out a small whimper as Sniper gently adjusted him so that the younger's head was in his lap, but then went quiet again, body still shaking slightly.
Hey... It's gon
Memories :: Chapter 13You knocked once, and before you could knock again, Scout pulled the door open. He wasn't wearing his uniform any more, he had changed into a grey shirt and simple brown pants, although his hands were still bandaged and he had his tags around his neck.
"Hey..." You giggled slightly.
"Hey... You look... nice..." He said quietly, blushing.
You smiled. "Thanks. You aren't lookin' too bad yourself."
"Thanks. I know a pretty cool place where we can hang out, if ya wanna go. It's not very far..."
"Sure, why not?"
" 'Kay, follow me..."
He led you'd down the hall, and the two of you entered a small door that revealed a staircase, and you began to go up.
Scout held the door open for you as you stepped out, letting the cool night air hit your skin. Observing the area, you realized that you were on the roof. There were crates all around the roof; some without lids, some with lids, and some that looked very broken.
Scout came out directly after you, closing the door behind him.
"None of the
Who is Sky? (Bloopers because who cares)-(Part 1)
Kia: I know we're just practicing this, but, I'M ACTUALLY AFRAID IF HE HAS AMNESIA.
Adam: YOU SCARED KIA~?
Kia: YES. *Runs away*
Adam: *Chases her laughing*
Ty: Uh, let's take a break. *Facepalms*
Adam: I could be king Squid or something!
Kia: *Crawls away*
Kia: Hal- I can't do cute crap. *Walks away*
*Staff laughing in the background*
Ty: What are you doing?
Me: Halp? *Glomp*
Ty: Fine, just let go of me! This is embarrassing!
Me: *Smirks and pulls his pants down then runs away*
Ty: OI! *Chases her*
Adam: *Rofls* Can we keep that?
Ty: There's nothing to do. Hey. Wake up. Stop being a lazy ass.
Kia: BUT THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF MY LIFE. *Fake sobbing*
Ty: GO WITH THE LINES GODDAMMIT.
Bolas al ataque, epilogo
¡Fantasmano!- dijo contento Thomas
El señor Maellard era en realidad Fantasmano, había tomado la forma del jefe máximo del parque.
-Pero si te vi desintegrarte,¿cómo?- dijo Suave
-Tengo algunos trucos bajo la manga- dijo Fantasmano
-Increíble, ¿eso que fue?- preguntó Thomas
-Una ilusión espectral, cosa de fantasmas.
-Supongo que subestime tus capacidades, Fantasmin- dijo Acido
-No todo el tiempo uso mis habilidades fantasmales, además creo que es muy aburrido utilizarlas.
-Logramos salvar el parque, supongo que debemos hacer un “Oh” como Mordecai y Rigby.
-Eso es muy repetitivo, Thomas, esta es nuestra victoria, hagamos nuestro propio grito.
-Ya me se uno- Thomas tomo Aire- ¡Baaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
-¡Siiiiiiiiiiiiiii que siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!- grito Fantasmano
Suave, Acido y las bolas también festejaron.
-¿Qué sucederá con Mordecai y Rigby?- pregunto Thomas
-Si Acido tuvo la habilida
The Femchesters: Chapter 7Sam Winchester had seen many things. Since he was a child, he'd faced ghosts, vampires, demons... He'd been the vessel of Lucifer, gone a year without his soul... Seen his girlfriend burst into flames above him as blood dripped from a gash in her stomach, seen both of his parents die before his eyes... But never had he seen his older brother, Dean Winchester, cleaning.
"Dean! What are you doing?!" Sam exclaimed; he had been gone for five minutes to re-load his gun, and had come back to find his feminine brother, in a cloud of dust, actually cleaning out the Impala.
"Well when was the last time I gave my baby, here, a proper clean?" said Dean, throwing out some old beer cans and bullet shells. "She must have been choking on all the crap that's in here."
"Dean, you never clean!" Sam said, wide-eyed at what his brother was actually doing. "You'd rather stare at a wall all day, than clean something!"
Dean shrugged, emerging with his arms full of old porn magazines. "Ju
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