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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
Lifestyles With Minerva Mink Episode 12The following episode of Lifestyles With MINERVA MINK(R) is rated....
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At the STARSTRIP joint, lots of male customers going ga ga for the most
attractive winning champ for defeating the most unstoppable kickboxer
ever around the planet.
HARVEY: THERE SHE IS, GENTLEMEN!
THE GRAND KICKBOXING CHAMPION IN THE WHOLE WIDE FRIGGING WORLD!
(got her championship belt while wearing her sexy b
Mpreg Dating and Ed's JulietteWe returned to curriculums after a week of absence, catching up on all the missing school work took its toll on each of us. As did the love in the air. During the lectures and after class, all I could think about was Rebecca Fannigan. She sat a row down from me and eight chairs to the right, and at times I would catch her peeking over her shoulder and pursing her gentle lips at me in a smile. Her almost black chestnut hair was always perfectly curled and her green eyes lit up my heart like the green flash at the end of a sunset. An angel in my eyes.
I know it sounds cliché, only such a vixen would never take to the likes of me: a shaggy blonde with nothing but a faux arm, child support, and a guardian to my name.
So I went to my last resort for asking advice.
"Yeah, she's in one our of classes actually." I explained to Taylor as we cleaned up from earliers lab, stuffing the rest of the scopes into cabinets.
"So, ask her out." He shrugged, a quick tone in his voice.
The Stori of Hte Saroti Koeiji CH6FINALSO satori swas trapped in thte bosx of invisble while eren and reaise n make weed.
"Youll ne veeer get awya wit ht his eren jaegar!" sadi stori/
"Hh aHA HAH HAhh aHHA hh a AHA Hhah fuck you we aleady have u lil bitch" said eren
Sato ri pulled out a nohter spleencard and ryelled "RECOLLECTION-MASTER SPORK" AND BROke throug h the invsble cage and she were free!!!!!!!
Stroi and eren wre face to face (resin ran aywa becas ue she sa little bitch) in a mandrake batte!
After stori complte her master spork spleencard, eren pulled out a specclard and shouted "GALAXY IN A POT". Th en satori was surdongded by pentragrm (ILLUMINATI!!!11!!) tihgnis which barfed colrful raindbow potatoes and hda homing snowballl bulets. Stori dodeged them bu t eve nrtually go th it by a starayy buller!! Stary was kaknockered to teh ground the n pinned down bdy eeirring.
"STORI YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR RIME" said eren
"Orly?" sad satori
AND THEN AT THAT MOMETN UTSUSHO MOTHERUFUCKING REIUJI SPLEENED THO
Life At Ponderosa: Survivor CriticA green jeep pulls up to the front doors of the mansion. The driver gets out and let Survivor Critic out who just walks away to the mansion.
“Doesn't anyone ever say thanks?” The driver complained before leaving.
“I don't believe this was an accurate elimination.” Critic explains. “Obviously the producers were rigging to fully eliminate me because I would of won in the end.”
“Well, well, well.” Frost says standing in the kitchen. “Someone obviously should of kept me.”
“Please I only did what was right for my game.” Critic returned back. “If I was going to win, I had to eliminate you.”
“Yet you still went home after me.” Frost smirked at him.
“Who got the higher placement?” Critic smiled at her.
“He's obviously trying to piss me off.” Frost growled at the camera. “I'm not falling for it, he’s out, he won't be winning the prize so I'm happy now.
I Wish I Was Normal ~Chapter 15“Oooooh, Oooooh, Radioactive! Radioactive!” I sing loudly, as the water beats down on my exposed back. I stand beneath the midget shower I installed myself on the second floor of my bookshelf. It isn’t flash, like a real shower, but it serves its purpose. Mum and I cut up one of those flour sifters and strung it up to resemble a showerhead. All I have to do is pour water into the bucket suspended overhead and presto! You’ve got yourself a fully functioning mini-shower! “I raise my flag, and don my clothes… it’s a revolution I suppose…” I continue to sing, whilst lathering soap over my tanned skin and feeling the warm water rinse it off. Droplets run down my hair ant the sides of my face. “We’re painted re-“
“Will you shut up, bro?” A voice yells over my singing. I wince slightly at its amplitude, having no ear protection on at the moment, but it doesn’t bother me too much.
“You sing in the s
PP: TAN Chapter 3None of Mrs. Bennet’s well honed skills—her blunt, forceful inquiries; her belligerent, incessant badgering; her wild and baseless suppositions—drew any favorable response from her husband as to Mr. Bingley’s alluring wealth . . . of personality . . . and character. Of course. In lieu of answering, Mr. Bennet would simply lick a finger and turn the page of whatever piece of literature occupied him at the time, a practice he employed, much to the bewilderment of his wife, even when not in possession of a book; and so she contrived to gather her information through the time-honoured means preferred by all proper civilizations: Gossip, which Lady Lucas gladly gave, as it made an otherwise ignorable character somewhat pertinent to the narrative at hand, if only briefly. Lady Lucas declared Mr. Bingley to be excessively agreeable—young, handsome, well endowed . . . with a bounty of riches . . . and of highest import, to be attending Hertfordsh
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Chickens cried out in terror as I pounced for glory! Wings flapped and feathers littered the air inside the coop! As they made a break for their escape, I chased them in hot pursuit, ecstatic with the thrill of the hunt.
Suddenly, from outside, the farmer's door clattered open and the voice of a strong, brawny man shouted, “Girls! What's gotten into you!”
Farmer Brom hurried to the entrance of the chicken coop, leaning back in shock once he saw my sleazy form pounce on the last chicken out—my face ripe with glee as I felt my paws pin the bird to the ground!
“You!” Brom exclaimed!
I peered up sheepishly up at Farmer Brom.
“How the devil did you get past my traps!” the brawny farmer hollered. “I laid em out especially for you! Get off of that chicken!”
He was an intimating human being, so naturally I scuffled back a bit, le
Digital Mess 2 Chapter 32Scheda X
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
I Wish I Was Normal ~Chapter 4It isn’t hard to notice that the blonde haired kid in front of me is both annoyed and freaked at the same time. His mouth hangs agape, like someone’s decided that it would be funny to unhinge his jaw. I’m tempted to roll me eyes at him, but that wasn’t going to be the best strategy for making friends. Man, I wish he’s stop staring, though. “Well, I’m pleased to meet you.” I pull off a cheeky grin at… Thomas? Yeah, I think that’s what he said his name was. In seconds, he’s tensed up, causing my smile to fade a little. Why can’t he just act natural? When he doesn’t make a move to reply, I sigh under my breath and pick myself up from the checked pencil case to inspect his drawing, which is a rough sketch of a teenage girl. The way he’s captured her doll shaped face and outlined the detail in her flowing hair astonishes me.
“You’re good.” I comment as I stand beside the thick sketchbook. S
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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