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last01standingTitle: Five For Fighting (5/12)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam centered with an epic supporting cast
Summary: For the Winchester brothers hockey was always something apart from hunting until one season it suddenly wasn’t.
For those of you not familiar with hockey, you can read a quick primer on game basics here
one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | epilogue
Five For Fighting
CHAPTER 5: Rubesen
His brother picked up the phone on its third ring and growled, “Not tonight, Dean.”
Dean pinched his nose, trying to get the blood flow to stop. “Sammy, we have a huge problem.”
“I’m with Jess.”
Probably in bed with Jess. Lucky bastard. If Dean focused, he could hear her breathing smooth and easy, which made him kind of jealous considering every breath Dean took right now hurt like hell. “I know that, genius. Bring her too. We’ve got a really freaking big problem and while it physically pains me to admit it, I’m in over my head here. I need you and your freakishly large brain for back up.”
“Calm down,” Sam said in what Dean had always privately referred to as his talking to crazy people tone of voice. “Tell me what happened.”
Dean rolled his eyes even though there was no one there to see it. “I’ve got Rubesen tied to a chair.”
That woke the brat up. “Jesus, Dean. I get that you two have some issues but...”
“Sammy, he’s possessed. I managed to knock him out and tie him to a chair. I’ve got salt lines and a Devil’s Trap on the ceiling but I’m not leaving and I don’t have the stuff for an exorcism and I think I broke my nose--”
“I’ll be there in three minutes,” Sam said.
“Bring holy water.”
***
There was a rap at the door and Dean checked the peephole only to find his little brother’s gigantic mug staring back at him. He unlocked the door and stepped back to let his brother enter with Jess trailing behind him. Sam moved into the room, checking his work on the Devil’s Trap he’d hastily scrawled onto the ceiling. Rubesen, or at least Rubesen’s body was under the trap, still unconscious, his chin lolling against his chest.
“Your nose is broken,” Jess told him.
“I play hockey. I can tell.”
Jess rolled her eyes, reached up to grab his face and with a single quick decisive moment realigned the break. She tilted her head to the side. “You know three or four breaks ago you were probably a very pretty guy.”
“Hilarious,” Dean snapped. “You sure you want to be here for the exorcism, this isn’t going to be pretty.”
“After I almost fried a few years ago? In for a penny, in for a pound. Let’s smoke this son of a bitch out.”
“Jess, marry me.”
“Standing right here,” Sam snapped.
“Demon ringing any bell?” Jess reminded them and the weight of the world came crashing back down.
Rubesen was unconscious and to Dean, he didn’t look like he was breathing. It was pure luck Dean had managed to get him corralled and into the chair and pure luck he stayed unconscious as he’d drawn the Devil’s Trap.
“Dean, I don’t like this,” Sam said and Dean could read the thoughts behind his eyes. The ones neither of them wanted to consider.
If Rubesen was possess and the whole of the Flyers were possessed, anyone could be.
“Holy water in the Gatorade for everyone tomorrow then,” Jess said in annoyance. “I can cover it. Start the exorcism already.”
They’d only done this three times. Once when Dean was fourteen holding a shotgun on a demons as his dad’s voice rose to the heavens, Sammy curled up safe three rooms over. Once the year Jess had almost been burned to death by the same demon that had killed Mary Winchester. Once the year dad died.
The demon wearing Rubesen’s skin woke up halfway through the exorcism eyes black. Sam faltered just a second as Rubesen took a long rattling breath. It was the first sound Dean had heard him make since knocking him unconscious and the realization shot chills down his spine.
Jess grabbed his arm, pulling him back away from the Devil’s trap. “This is a little excessive don’t you think, boys,” Rubesen said but the voice was all wrong, light and almost feminine with a seductive quality he’d always associated with succubi.
“You’re in our goalkeeper,” Dean said. “It’s a little bit personal.”
“I’m here to help you,” the demon replied. “If you two idiots are willing to get off your high horses for a second.”
“There are three of us,” Jess interjected.
“I wasn’t going to count you, blondie, but if you insist, you can be an idiot too.”
“Keep reading, Sam.”
After only a slight hesitation the familiar sounds of Latin resumed.
“I’m on your side.”
“Tell you a secret,” Dean said conspiratorially, “we don’t deal with demons. Ever. But if you wanted to deal, you probably should have hopped into a body of someone we didn’t know.”
“I hopped into a body that had expired, genius. I recycle. Eco-friendly and all that. Rubesen here was just a bonus. His soul’s gone. You’re just exorcising a corpse.”
Sam grabbed him by the shoulder and steered him away. The three of them huddled near the door while the demon wearing Rubesen watched them with a faint smile. “We don’t know Rubesen’s dead,” Jess said. “Demons lie, right?”
“We keep going,” Sam agreed. “Dead or not.”
Dean pressed his eyes shut and exhaled slowly. “If he’s dead, I’m screwed, Sam. He’s in my room and I can pretty much assure you that both of us spilt some blood here. They’re going to pin me for murder. It’s like he freaking planned it.”
“Probably did.”
“What are we supposed to do?”
“Keep reading, Sam,” Dean ordered. “Until we know otherwise, we assume he’s lying.”
“Dean—“
“Do it! We’ve got the morning skate in like four hours and I’d really love to sleep.”
They turned around, Sam’s voice ringing out loud and clear. Jess staring defiant because she hadn’t been afraid since Sam pulled her off that ceiling four years ago. Dean with his arms crossed, eyes wide open because he wasn’t going to let any demon get the drop on him.
“You’re making a mistake,” the demon said. “There’s an apocalypse going on and you knuckleheads are going to need all the help you can get.”
“You’re lying,” Dean hissed. “You’re lying about the apocalypse and you’re lying about what happened to Rubesen.”
“I’m not.”
“Prove it.”
“Fine,” the demon hissed, unbuttoning Rubesen’s shirt to show a mottled mess of black and blue flesh. “Hit and run in Philly. His soul had already flown the coop before I got on for the ride.”
Jess stepped forward just a step, peering at the wounds. “Dean, I think it’s telling the truth.”
“Settled then,” Rubesen said, refastening the buttons on his shirt. “How about you guys let me go so we can talk business?”
***
“You look like death, Winchester,” Ellen said as he came off of the optional morning skate. “Should have taken a leaf out of Rubesen’s book and slept this one off.”
Dean tried to smile but he new it looked all wrong on his face. His left eyes was blacked and swollen and his broken nose hurt every time he tried to breathe.
“You and Rube didn’t kill each other, did you?”
He let out a dry chuckle. “Rube didn’t make it in last night.”
“How would you know?” Ellen snapped. “By the looks of you I half think you spent your night either in the hospital or jail.”
“I’m fine.”
“You do remember we have a game today, right?”
***
At game time, Ellen was fuming. She’d already made the decision to go with Reznick but if Dean had learned one thing from the last two months with the Rage it was that you showed up to late, Ellen grew devil horns and shot lasers out of her eyes.
It wasn’t pretty.
In Rubesen’s absence, thee glare was directed on whoever had the misfortune to move into her line of sight. Dean felt himself squirming under the weight of the gaze.
“What the hell is her problem,” Dean muttered to Sam. It was his first game back after his suspension. “It’s not like Rubesen blowing off the game is my fault.”
“Dean he’s tied to a chair in your room.”
“Details, details.”
Reznick lumbered onto the ice at game time and Dean settled down to the ice, stick at the ready as Andy Gallagher took the face off.
It was a train wreck, but the Rage games were always train wrecks. It was like they could never get their offense and defense on the same page. They’d kill off a penalty only to give up a short handed goal ten minutes later.
Dean for his part kept his head down and worked hard. He didn’t take stupid penalties and he hit the ice more then once. One the bench he mumbled words of encouragement to Ben and advice to Adam and Lucas and only barely refrained from calling Harry and Ed idiots to their faces.
In short he’d gone straight back to being the kind of player he’d always been. The one who’d been named one of the assistant captains after just plain outworking the competition in training camp.
Ellen still looked ready to kill him.
“She looks ready to kill everybody, dude,” Sam said, frowning at the fresh stick in his hands. He’d splintered his old one on a slap shot and the new one didn’t quite have the right feel.
They had a brief rally in the third to pull within a goal but the Habs netted the requisite empty-netter to win by two. In the locker room, they all knew what it meant.
With Toronto having snapped their losing streak, the Lawrence Rage was now officially the worst team in the Eastern Conference.
“We’re meeting for the flight home tomorrow morning at ten. We’ll get there, get home and on Monday we’ve got practice.” There was a special note in her voice that reminded Dean of his high school team and line sprints up and down the ice. Pretty much the entire room was wincing.
No one said anything for a long line and then Bobby sat down to the loud sounds of fake flatulence. Andy, Ben and Dean stifled snickers but Bobby’s eyes sought them out and shut them up before he rounded on the Trickster. “Is this all just a game to you, boy?”
Jobeson returned the stare for longer then Dean would have managed before he shot Bobby a cocky grin. “Honestly? Yes.”
“Idjit,” Bobby grunted. “Just because I’m a veteran doesn’t mean I can’t still kick your ass.”
“Try me,” Jobeson said taking a step toward him. Gordon, always ready for a fight was suddenly on his feet as well.
“Guys,” Hendriksen ordered. “Take a step back and chill the fuck out.”
“Oh, this isn’t any of your business, Vic. You just sit on down.”
This was looking bad. Dean hadn’t been on a team with a locker room blow up before but he could tell by the look on Max Miller and Scott Carey’s faces that they had. This was going to be bad. Beside him, Sam was watching the scene, frozen and if someone didn’t do something.
“Boobs!” he blurted without thinking.
...and suddenly all eyes were on Dean Winchester. He squirmed.
“Nice one, dude,” Sam said under his breath.
One day, Dean was going to kill his brother.
“What did you just say, Winchester?” Gordon hissed in that low dangerous.
“Boobs,” Dean repeated. “And beer. I’m thinking lots of beer.”
Andy raised his hand hesitantly and Dean could have kissed him in relief. “I could really use a beer.”
***
They let Rubesen out before the flight because neither Sam, Jess nor Dean could come up with a single way of covering up the dead body of a teammate. They’d taken to calling him Ruby amongst themselves because it felt wrong to still call him Rube. They made it a point to keep one of them near him at all times. It was exhausting but not so bad as it could have been. Sam and Dean already spend the majority of the day with the team, stalking a teammate, though the new pastime wasn’t exactly difficult.
“Ruby’s intel checks out,” Jess told Dean after the hardest practice he’d had since high school. His surgically repaired knee was screaming its disapproval. “I had my friend, Jo look into it.”
It would never cease to amaze Dean that after just a few years of being on the hunter circuit, Jess had managed to amass four times the contacts that the Winchesters had in their entire life.
“She says there’s something big brewing. Reports of demonic possession are up something like two hundred percent and there have been these little pockets of activity. Like there are a few groups fighting.”
“I don’t like this.”
“I don’t think anyone does,” Jess replied.
“No, I mean I don’t like the fact that you’re holding a giant needle,” Dean said. “Demons I can deal with.”
“It’s a cortisone shot for your knee. Don’t be such a baby.”
***
The weirdest thing was Ruby actually seemed to be a better goaltender then Rubesen had been. It took him a few days to get used to it, grumbling about a differently shaped body. When Sam had commented on it, Ruby had simply narrowed borrowed eyes and replied, “Why the hell do you think Patrick Roy was so good?”
Dean decided not to think about that one too hard. Because the though of demons playing hockey made his brain hurt as much as that movie about angels playing baseball, not to mention the fact that judging by speech patterns and the rather disturbing swing of Rubesen’s hips, Ruby wasn’t exactly used to wearing a male.
His head hurt.
But coming after two consecutive days of hard skating practices, the Rage’s home stand resembled that of a real hockey team.
They beat Sam’s old team, the LA Kings in a shootout then lost to Detroit on a fluky deflection and the Red Wings when they’d snuck one past Ruby on a 5v3 before shutting out the Washington Capitals who were currently the highest scoring team in the league.
After the Washington game, Ellen called him back into her office, carefully checking that the door was locked behind them, fixed Dean with an icy glare. “All right, Winchester,” she said. “I need to know how long Rubesen’s been possessed.”
Dean, who had been expecting some sort of reprimand, blinked twice. “I’m sorry but, what?”
***
Next time... the rest of what I’d promised for this time. Also, Ellen being a badass.
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam centered with an epic supporting cast
Summary: For the Winchester brothers hockey was always something apart from hunting until one season it suddenly wasn’t.
For those of you not familiar with hockey, you can read a quick primer on game basics here
CHAPTER 5: Rubesen
His brother picked up the phone on its third ring and growled, “Not tonight, Dean.”
Dean pinched his nose, trying to get the blood flow to stop. “Sammy, we have a huge problem.”
“I’m with Jess.”
Probably in bed with Jess. Lucky bastard. If Dean focused, he could hear her breathing smooth and easy, which made him kind of jealous considering every breath Dean took right now hurt like hell. “I know that, genius. Bring her too. We’ve got a really freaking big problem and while it physically pains me to admit it, I’m in over my head here. I need you and your freakishly large brain for back up.”
“Calm down,” Sam said in what Dean had always privately referred to as his talking to crazy people tone of voice. “Tell me what happened.”
Dean rolled his eyes even though there was no one there to see it. “I’ve got Rubesen tied to a chair.”
That woke the brat up. “Jesus, Dean. I get that you two have some issues but...”
“Sammy, he’s possessed. I managed to knock him out and tie him to a chair. I’ve got salt lines and a Devil’s Trap on the ceiling but I’m not leaving and I don’t have the stuff for an exorcism and I think I broke my nose--”
“I’ll be there in three minutes,” Sam said.
“Bring holy water.”
There was a rap at the door and Dean checked the peephole only to find his little brother’s gigantic mug staring back at him. He unlocked the door and stepped back to let his brother enter with Jess trailing behind him. Sam moved into the room, checking his work on the Devil’s Trap he’d hastily scrawled onto the ceiling. Rubesen, or at least Rubesen’s body was under the trap, still unconscious, his chin lolling against his chest.
“Your nose is broken,” Jess told him.
“I play hockey. I can tell.”
Jess rolled her eyes, reached up to grab his face and with a single quick decisive moment realigned the break. She tilted her head to the side. “You know three or four breaks ago you were probably a very pretty guy.”
“Hilarious,” Dean snapped. “You sure you want to be here for the exorcism, this isn’t going to be pretty.”
“After I almost fried a few years ago? In for a penny, in for a pound. Let’s smoke this son of a bitch out.”
“Jess, marry me.”
“Standing right here,” Sam snapped.
“Demon ringing any bell?” Jess reminded them and the weight of the world came crashing back down.
Rubesen was unconscious and to Dean, he didn’t look like he was breathing. It was pure luck Dean had managed to get him corralled and into the chair and pure luck he stayed unconscious as he’d drawn the Devil’s Trap.
“Dean, I don’t like this,” Sam said and Dean could read the thoughts behind his eyes. The ones neither of them wanted to consider.
If Rubesen was possess and the whole of the Flyers were possessed, anyone could be.
“Holy water in the Gatorade for everyone tomorrow then,” Jess said in annoyance. “I can cover it. Start the exorcism already.”
They’d only done this three times. Once when Dean was fourteen holding a shotgun on a demons as his dad’s voice rose to the heavens, Sammy curled up safe three rooms over. Once the year Jess had almost been burned to death by the same demon that had killed Mary Winchester. Once the year dad died.
The demon wearing Rubesen’s skin woke up halfway through the exorcism eyes black. Sam faltered just a second as Rubesen took a long rattling breath. It was the first sound Dean had heard him make since knocking him unconscious and the realization shot chills down his spine.
Jess grabbed his arm, pulling him back away from the Devil’s trap. “This is a little excessive don’t you think, boys,” Rubesen said but the voice was all wrong, light and almost feminine with a seductive quality he’d always associated with succubi.
“You’re in our goalkeeper,” Dean said. “It’s a little bit personal.”
“I’m here to help you,” the demon replied. “If you two idiots are willing to get off your high horses for a second.”
“There are three of us,” Jess interjected.
“I wasn’t going to count you, blondie, but if you insist, you can be an idiot too.”
“Keep reading, Sam.”
After only a slight hesitation the familiar sounds of Latin resumed.
“I’m on your side.”
“Tell you a secret,” Dean said conspiratorially, “we don’t deal with demons. Ever. But if you wanted to deal, you probably should have hopped into a body of someone we didn’t know.”
“I hopped into a body that had expired, genius. I recycle. Eco-friendly and all that. Rubesen here was just a bonus. His soul’s gone. You’re just exorcising a corpse.”
Sam grabbed him by the shoulder and steered him away. The three of them huddled near the door while the demon wearing Rubesen watched them with a faint smile. “We don’t know Rubesen’s dead,” Jess said. “Demons lie, right?”
“We keep going,” Sam agreed. “Dead or not.”
Dean pressed his eyes shut and exhaled slowly. “If he’s dead, I’m screwed, Sam. He’s in my room and I can pretty much assure you that both of us spilt some blood here. They’re going to pin me for murder. It’s like he freaking planned it.”
“Probably did.”
“What are we supposed to do?”
“Keep reading, Sam,” Dean ordered. “Until we know otherwise, we assume he’s lying.”
“Dean—“
“Do it! We’ve got the morning skate in like four hours and I’d really love to sleep.”
They turned around, Sam’s voice ringing out loud and clear. Jess staring defiant because she hadn’t been afraid since Sam pulled her off that ceiling four years ago. Dean with his arms crossed, eyes wide open because he wasn’t going to let any demon get the drop on him.
“You’re making a mistake,” the demon said. “There’s an apocalypse going on and you knuckleheads are going to need all the help you can get.”
“You’re lying,” Dean hissed. “You’re lying about the apocalypse and you’re lying about what happened to Rubesen.”
“I’m not.”
“Prove it.”
“Fine,” the demon hissed, unbuttoning Rubesen’s shirt to show a mottled mess of black and blue flesh. “Hit and run in Philly. His soul had already flown the coop before I got on for the ride.”
Jess stepped forward just a step, peering at the wounds. “Dean, I think it’s telling the truth.”
“Settled then,” Rubesen said, refastening the buttons on his shirt. “How about you guys let me go so we can talk business?”
“You look like death, Winchester,” Ellen said as he came off of the optional morning skate. “Should have taken a leaf out of Rubesen’s book and slept this one off.”
Dean tried to smile but he new it looked all wrong on his face. His left eyes was blacked and swollen and his broken nose hurt every time he tried to breathe.
“You and Rube didn’t kill each other, did you?”
He let out a dry chuckle. “Rube didn’t make it in last night.”
“How would you know?” Ellen snapped. “By the looks of you I half think you spent your night either in the hospital or jail.”
“I’m fine.”
“You do remember we have a game today, right?”
At game time, Ellen was fuming. She’d already made the decision to go with Reznick but if Dean had learned one thing from the last two months with the Rage it was that you showed up to late, Ellen grew devil horns and shot lasers out of her eyes.
It wasn’t pretty.
In Rubesen’s absence, thee glare was directed on whoever had the misfortune to move into her line of sight. Dean felt himself squirming under the weight of the gaze.
“What the hell is her problem,” Dean muttered to Sam. It was his first game back after his suspension. “It’s not like Rubesen blowing off the game is my fault.”
“Dean he’s tied to a chair in your room.”
“Details, details.”
Reznick lumbered onto the ice at game time and Dean settled down to the ice, stick at the ready as Andy Gallagher took the face off.
It was a train wreck, but the Rage games were always train wrecks. It was like they could never get their offense and defense on the same page. They’d kill off a penalty only to give up a short handed goal ten minutes later.
Dean for his part kept his head down and worked hard. He didn’t take stupid penalties and he hit the ice more then once. One the bench he mumbled words of encouragement to Ben and advice to Adam and Lucas and only barely refrained from calling Harry and Ed idiots to their faces.
In short he’d gone straight back to being the kind of player he’d always been. The one who’d been named one of the assistant captains after just plain outworking the competition in training camp.
Ellen still looked ready to kill him.
“She looks ready to kill everybody, dude,” Sam said, frowning at the fresh stick in his hands. He’d splintered his old one on a slap shot and the new one didn’t quite have the right feel.
They had a brief rally in the third to pull within a goal but the Habs netted the requisite empty-netter to win by two. In the locker room, they all knew what it meant.
With Toronto having snapped their losing streak, the Lawrence Rage was now officially the worst team in the Eastern Conference.
“We’re meeting for the flight home tomorrow morning at ten. We’ll get there, get home and on Monday we’ve got practice.” There was a special note in her voice that reminded Dean of his high school team and line sprints up and down the ice. Pretty much the entire room was wincing.
No one said anything for a long line and then Bobby sat down to the loud sounds of fake flatulence. Andy, Ben and Dean stifled snickers but Bobby’s eyes sought them out and shut them up before he rounded on the Trickster. “Is this all just a game to you, boy?”
Jobeson returned the stare for longer then Dean would have managed before he shot Bobby a cocky grin. “Honestly? Yes.”
“Idjit,” Bobby grunted. “Just because I’m a veteran doesn’t mean I can’t still kick your ass.”
“Try me,” Jobeson said taking a step toward him. Gordon, always ready for a fight was suddenly on his feet as well.
“Guys,” Hendriksen ordered. “Take a step back and chill the fuck out.”
“Oh, this isn’t any of your business, Vic. You just sit on down.”
This was looking bad. Dean hadn’t been on a team with a locker room blow up before but he could tell by the look on Max Miller and Scott Carey’s faces that they had. This was going to be bad. Beside him, Sam was watching the scene, frozen and if someone didn’t do something.
“Boobs!” he blurted without thinking.
...and suddenly all eyes were on Dean Winchester. He squirmed.
“Nice one, dude,” Sam said under his breath.
One day, Dean was going to kill his brother.
“What did you just say, Winchester?” Gordon hissed in that low dangerous.
“Boobs,” Dean repeated. “And beer. I’m thinking lots of beer.”
Andy raised his hand hesitantly and Dean could have kissed him in relief. “I could really use a beer.”
They let Rubesen out before the flight because neither Sam, Jess nor Dean could come up with a single way of covering up the dead body of a teammate. They’d taken to calling him Ruby amongst themselves because it felt wrong to still call him Rube. They made it a point to keep one of them near him at all times. It was exhausting but not so bad as it could have been. Sam and Dean already spend the majority of the day with the team, stalking a teammate, though the new pastime wasn’t exactly difficult.
“Ruby’s intel checks out,” Jess told Dean after the hardest practice he’d had since high school. His surgically repaired knee was screaming its disapproval. “I had my friend, Jo look into it.”
It would never cease to amaze Dean that after just a few years of being on the hunter circuit, Jess had managed to amass four times the contacts that the Winchesters had in their entire life.
“She says there’s something big brewing. Reports of demonic possession are up something like two hundred percent and there have been these little pockets of activity. Like there are a few groups fighting.”
“I don’t like this.”
“I don’t think anyone does,” Jess replied.
“No, I mean I don’t like the fact that you’re holding a giant needle,” Dean said. “Demons I can deal with.”
“It’s a cortisone shot for your knee. Don’t be such a baby.”
The weirdest thing was Ruby actually seemed to be a better goaltender then Rubesen had been. It took him a few days to get used to it, grumbling about a differently shaped body. When Sam had commented on it, Ruby had simply narrowed borrowed eyes and replied, “Why the hell do you think Patrick Roy was so good?”
Dean decided not to think about that one too hard. Because the though of demons playing hockey made his brain hurt as much as that movie about angels playing baseball, not to mention the fact that judging by speech patterns and the rather disturbing swing of Rubesen’s hips, Ruby wasn’t exactly used to wearing a male.
His head hurt.
But coming after two consecutive days of hard skating practices, the Rage’s home stand resembled that of a real hockey team.
They beat Sam’s old team, the LA Kings in a shootout then lost to Detroit on a fluky deflection and the Red Wings when they’d snuck one past Ruby on a 5v3 before shutting out the Washington Capitals who were currently the highest scoring team in the league.
After the Washington game, Ellen called him back into her office, carefully checking that the door was locked behind them, fixed Dean with an icy glare. “All right, Winchester,” she said. “I need to know how long Rubesen’s been possessed.”
Dean, who had been expecting some sort of reprimand, blinked twice. “I’m sorry but, what?”
Next time... the rest of what I’d promised for this time. Also, Ellen being a badass.
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6/12/09 03:12 (UTC)(no subject)
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6/12/09 10:01 (UTC)I will be tracking this. It makes me happy in my lizard brain. And I'm gonna go to bed now and stop rambling.
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6/12/09 15:09 (UTC)Clearly the solution for this is for you to start watching hockey =)
(JK, I'm really happy to hear you're reading.)
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6/12/09 15:11 (UTC)Who's your team? =)
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6/12/09 15:17 (UTC)I'm glad the Staal brothers as the Canadian Winchesters amuses you as much as it does me. Just about everything in writting this has amused me though. Later, Zednick's going to decapitate a hell beastie with his skate. =)
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6/12/09 18:40 (UTC)I'd been avoiding looking at this fic to be honest. I kept telling myself that just because it used hockey terminology in the title didn't mean it was a hockey AU. Then I saw it on
The Staal brothers in general amuse me, as the Canadian Winchesters more so. Of course now I'm think the Sedins are the Swedish Winchesters and the Koivus are the Finnish version. Stupid brain.
Later, Zednick's going to decapitate a hell beastie with his skate. =)
XDXDXD I can't wait.
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7/12/09 00:53 (UTC)And I LOVE Ellen as the coach. Best idea ever.
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7/12/09 02:33 (UTC)I love, love, love that Ellen knows things (there's no way to not make that sound ominous*)
*I know that's a quote from somewhere, I just can't remember where.
Bobby is also awesome (I love how well he translates into veteran hockey player!Bobby). And yay for Ruby showing up.
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7/12/09 17:26 (UTC)Oilers, huh? I'm really sad to say, I don't know much about the Western Conference nowadays. It was easier before the lockout when you'd still have games on ESPN and you could catch stuff from other teams. Where I am it's pretty much you can watch the Capitals and whoever the Capitals happen to be playing. Things get a little better during the playoffs but not much. =/
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7/12/09 17:29 (UTC)And know I whole heartedly believe this is true as well.
The ending may or may not contain Lucifer!Crosby. I'm pretty excited.
...Sounds like I'm going to have to put hockey AU bigger and bolder on my posts for this fic. It's part of my secret plot to unite all fans of spn and hockey (together we will take over the world)
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7/12/09 17:32 (UTC)...Ruby is giving me fits because I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH GENDER PRONOUNS. SERIOUSLY, I'M SO VERY VERY CONFUSED.
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8/12/09 08:52 (UTC)When Sam had commented on it, Ruby had simply narrowed borrowed eyes and replied, “Why the hell do you think Patrick Roy was so good?”
Dean decided not to think about that one too hard. Because the though of demons playing hockey made his brain hurt as much as that movie about angels playing baseball, not to mention the fact that judging by speech patterns and the rather disturbing swing of Rubesen’s hips, Ruby wasn’t exactly used to wearing a male.
I have so much love for this section right here because 1-Patrick Roy being possessed just makes me giggle, 2-you referenced Angels in the Outfield, one of my favorite sports movies of all time (What? It's Danny Glover, wee!Adrian Brody and baby!Joseph Gordon-Levitt), and 3-I'm really liking how Ruby keeps female mannerisms in a male body. It kind of makes me wonder what would've happened if they had done that on the show.
Also, I love badass!Ellen; she's so take charge!
As always, this continues to be awesome, especially after tonight's win.
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9/12/09 22:19 (UTC)That win was pretty awesome. I'm psyched to get back from school in a few days so I can actually watch in HD. =)
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11/12/09 19:53 (UTC)I feel like the Oilers are just screwing with fans sometimes. They had a crazy cup run a few year back - made it to game 7 of the finals and then they haven't made the playoffs since. I really need a little more consistency because they're really driving me nuts.
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13/10/11 02:20 (UTC)I was waiting for Ellen to know something was going on!