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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
TNM HERMOSAS CRIATURAS CAP 9anterior mente
– yo quiero la de corazones – dijo dezz y así paso con todas las chicas e igual con los chicos, después les llamaron para cenar, bajaron al comedor y era grande, una mesa como para 20 personas tods se sentaron al lado de cada pareja, solo Brigett se sentó al lado de Thomas y chéster al lado de ella después llegaron Vanessa e Isabella con 2 personas
isbella: chicas, chicos ello soten nuestros esposos
chicos y chicas: *escupieron sus vevidas, menos sam , jack, chester , brigett y sofia estaba en el baño* queee
isabella: el es raimundo mi esposo
vaneessa: y el es mi esposo se llama
sofi: jeronimo *con frieldad*
sofi: que haces tu aqui
sofi: *se les escapan lagrimas* que haces aqui
rami: de donde se conosen
sofi: es mi mi padre
todos con cara de wtf y de sorprendidos
sofi: no me llames hijaa
vannesa: sofi estas vien
sofi: si tia digo si estoy bien *saliendo volando a su cuarto*
Who is Sky? (Part 6)(I'm feeling lazy today, so it'll be in rp form.)
Jerome: It's okay. It made me feel better. *Smiles* We need an army, right?
Ty: Yeah. Looks like you overheard.
Jerome: We can start searching tomorrow.
Ty: Eh? Seriously?
*TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE ALMIGHTY CROQUETTES*
Kia's POV (BECAUSE WHY NOT.)
Kia: ... *Drinks tea* Ah...
Ty: *Slams the door open*
Ty: WE GONNA FIND SOME BELIEVERS
Jerome: AYYY JEROME'S HERE TOO
Kia: F*CKING KNOCK FOR ONCE YOU ASS HATS!
*Sometime later at dawn in the Outernet*
All: *Walking on a hill while singing random song*
*Kia's phone rings*
Kia: Excuse me. *Walks on top of the hill and answers*
...: Hello once again, my dear.
...: Aw. What's with that reaction? Aren't you glad I'm here?
Kia: Not at all, sh*t face.
...: Well, let's cut the introductions. I'll just tell you what's gonna happen. He must die.
Kia: ...You're kidding right? What about the deal?!
...: No jokes here Kiana.
A Tiny Legend Chapter Two~Chapter Two~
Binding to Life
(At the Overlord's Castle.)
Ghost had been sitting there for hours staring at the pages of the blank book. "Why had I taken? ...Now I'm stuck with this dumb book...", growled Ghost, he noticed some black ink droplets on the inside of the cover. Something was off...the ink spot was moving...no it was breathing. Ghost touched the black ink spot looking closer at it as the now droplet of ink on his finger tip breathed in and out just as the spot in the book had. But there was more...he could now both hear and feel a heartbeat, breathing, and a very quiet whisper coming from it. Like someone was sitting on his lap with his ear to their chest; listening to them breathing, and their heart as they quietly talk in their sleep.
"Almost forgot what a living body felt and sounded like.”. Ghost stared at th
Steve X Reader Chapter 5: 10 Out of 10 Would Bang"W-Wait, you mean..?" She asked. Aw, she's adorable~ (YO SHUT THE FUK UP STEVE)
I nodded happily.
"Also, since you're new to this world, you'll be living with us now!" (DAYUM STEVE, ARE YOU FORCING THE READER TO LOVE YOU OR SOMETHING?) I grinned.
She nodded gently.
I grinned like an idiot out of happiness. (Ah. He admit it.)
She giggled normally like what any girl would do. Except Kia. She'd laugh like an obnoxious asshole. (STOP. DON'T ADMIT ANYMORE THAN THAT.)
"Where do I sleep?" She asked.
Oh, right, forgot about thaaaaaaat.
"Hold on for a minute please." I asked.
I went upstairs and fixed the guest room.
(OKAY. SUDDENLY THE LAZINESS ATE ME IN WHOLE. I'LL TRY AGAIN LATER.)
The Misadventures of Shining Armor and the CMC Ch8 “C-C-C-C…” Shining Armor stammered, too full of fear and embarrassment to speak.
“Cadence, you remember the Cutie Mark Crusaders: Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle,” Twilight said, trying to hide how nervous she was. She quickly turned to check on her brother, who looked like he was about to be sick, as he continued to stare, slack jawed up at the beaming face of his wife. Poor Shining Armor, she thought, regretting that she hadn’t told her brother that Cadence was going to be joining them the day that she had received the letter.
“Of course I remember them,” she said, directing her attention to the group of fillies. “And how have you three been? I trust that you’re still busy trying to get your cutie marks?”
“Yes ma’am,” Apple Bloom said, returning Cadence’s smile.
David and Goliath Part 2The afternoon air picked up and grew heavy as the sky turned gray.
A light drizzle signaled that it will start to pour in another few minutes or so. And that Thomas should pick up the pace. He was making his way back home after yet another tedious day at school, his face still containing some remnants of exhaustion. He passed the bystanders on the side with some haste.
As Thomas continued, he heard some sort of muttering from the alleyways. He was normally not one to eavesdrop, especially on shady back alley jibber jabber, so maybe he shouldn't get inv-
"So how's it feel being one of those?"
But then again...
Using his amazingly god-like stealth skills he learned from Batman comics, Thomas hid behind a nearby dumpster and listened to the unfolding conversation.
"Those damn injections are a bitch but it feels like somethin' else..."
Those voices did sound somewhat familiar.
"Heh, it be great to find that punk kicked our asses yesterday..."
"He kicked your ass, yesterday, I still
Cup Fiction: The Gal Who Took the West--Chapter 5
Chapter 5 – The MMC
The MMC, or rather “Margot's Market Centre,” was fortunately a very nice place most of the time. Someone could buy almost anything under the stars in it. Whether it was a mattress or a goldfish—you could get it. In fact, the shopping centre was so diverse that the parking lot was separated by both colours and numbers so it was easier to find your car when you went a browsed through the fifty plus stores. It was the biggest market in the city by far. This of course including the nearly as big NNC, owned by the same company but an hour drive away.
Unfortunately however, like many stores or the general outdoors, the MMC wasn't as friendly when the sun began to set. It would take anybody in their right mind to agree. Dark, tall buildings by a cracking concrete road didn't scream out birthday party. To tread their path late in the day could only feel safe if they were with someone they trust
A Tiny Legend Chapter One~Chapter One~
An Odd Reward
"HELP! They stole from me!!", cried the old beggar as she tried to run after them, but was slowly failing to keep up with them. A man passing by saw that band of thieves stealing from the beggar. He took off after them, him being a young man and stronger by far, he was able to keep up with them as they ran down twist and turns, ally ways, and roof tops trying to lose him. After a long while the thieves lost him and had stop to breath in ally way not far from their hide out. "Did we lose him?!", asked the biggest one, most likely the bronze not the brains. "Well of course we did you idiot! No one can run as fast as us, nor has the skills of escape as us.", laughed victoriously the short and thin thief, pointing him out as the leader and brains behind the three of them. The third man, a blond young man with nether brains nor bronze on his side, simply nodding.
Digital Mess 2's Characters+Info for Ch. 25
Rebeccah "Rebecca" Hitomi
Digicard: Agumon's Triple Baby Flame
Digivice: A lavender fusion loader
Type of Chosen Child: DigiDestined
Attire: A pink shirt, a blue jacket, skinny blue jeans, a purple belt for her digivice, a purple flora mini pouch around her neck, and purple boots.
Appearance: Purple hair and eyes
Talice "Alice" Alicia
Attire: A blue scarf, a red-orange dress, black leggings that touches her knees, an orange balloon pattern mini pouch around her neck, an orange belt for her digivice, and orange sneakers.
Digicard: Guilmon's Rock 'n' Roll Breaker
Digivice: An orange fusion loader
Type of Chosen Child: Digidestined
Appearance: Blond hair w
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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