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last01standingTitle: Five For Fighting (6/12)
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 6: The New Jersey Angels
“How long has Rubesen been possessed,” Ellen repeated like she was a hunter rather then a hockey coach. Dean’s brain short circuited. He still had his undershirt on. He really wanted a shower. It was like the end of every hunt except this wasn’t a hunt, this was hockey.
“How do you know about possessions?”
Ellen gave him a look, the same kind of look that she gave Harry and Ed when the failed to understand some of their drills in practice. “You know Jessica’s friend? Joanna Beth? Jo? She’s my daughter. I’ve known about you Winchester boys for a while now. why the hell do you think I pushed so hard for the GM to get you two on my team?”
“Because we’re one of the better defensive pairs in the league?”
“The fact that you could play was a bonus, Winchester. No one thought you were going to amount to much at all when you tore up that knee.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, coach.”
“What I’m telling you ain’t news, Dean. It’s fact. I wanted you on my team because there’s been something brewing over this league and much as I hate saying it, it’s not something anyone’s going to be able to handle on their lonesome.”
“I’m sorry, you’re a hunter?”
“I’ve been fighting demons since you were in peewee leagues, kid.”
Dean scratched the back of his neck. “Honestly, so have I.” He coughed. “I didn’t know about Rubesen until you had me room with him in Montreal. Ruby says it’s been in since Philly.”
“Makes sense,” Ellen muttered. “The demons seem to be pooling there. Something big’s been happening.”
“Everyone on the Flyers is possessed too.”
“Don’t exaggerate.”
“No you don’t understand. Everyone on the Fliers is possessed. If there’s some sort of conspiracy going on in the NHL, that’s where it’s centered.”
“While that’s just a barrel of laughs isn’t it. Why haven’t you and your brother preformed an exorcism on Rubesen?”
“We’re pretty sure the body’s expired. Ruby keeps trying to get us to trust him, says he’s on our side. Honestly, I didn’t want to have him show up dead while we were still on the road. That was going to be a big mess for me.”
“I’ll handle it,” Ellen said.
And it sounded like it was the end of it.
***
They wind up in a bar two days later sharing drinks with Jess and her friend Jo who was in from out of town. “You should have told me you were Ellen’s family,” Jess said, throwing an arm over Jo’s shoulder and Dean felt his brain short circuit for a second as certain pictures flooded into his mind.
Sam elbowed him in the stomach. Jo was giving him a look, half-amused, half-disgusted. “Not exactly a secret. Not my fault you guys didn’t figure it out.”
“I’m still kind of stuck at how many hunting families have ties in the NHL,” Dean said.
“Dean,” Sam said. “We only know three.”
“Oh.” Jo took a sip of her drink and gave them a mischievous smile. “There are four. Trust me. We figured it out in the off season. Mom was trying to pick a team that wasn’t going to freak out if they saw demons.”
“And she picked up Andy and Chuck?” Sam asked. “Why?”
Dean shook his head. “Have you seen any of the stuff Chuck’s written? Tricks got a hold of it early in the season. Demons all over the place.”
“Andy’s the most laid back guy you’ve ever met,” Jess offered. “He’d probably have a panic attack for about twenty seconds and then just roll with it.”
“Certainly explains why we wound up with Gordo and Jake. I mean what kind of team needs two enforcers? We probably would have been fine without either of them. Tricks can more then hold his own.”
“So can you, huh Dean,” Jo teased. “Caught your fight a few weeks ago. Real stellar stuff.”
“He was a demon.”
“You still lost a fight to some pimply faced call-up.” Jo turned to the rest of the bar, mostly to hide her amusement and surveyed the crowd. There weren’t many bars in Lawrence so you could always pick out a few of the hockey team. Ben and Lucas shooting pool. Andy and Chuck attempting to hit a dart board. But Jo’s eyes narrowed in quickly and decisively on Victor Hendriksen. She stood up, offering the table a quick smile. “Excuse me.”
Sam laughed, turning to his brother. “Burned, dude.”
“I didn’t loose that fight. We both ended up on the ice.”
“I didn’t want to say it,” Jess said, sneaking a handful of peanuts. “But yeah, you kind of lost that fight.”
***
Reports started trickling in. Reports from old hunting buddies of dad whose bridges had not been burned. Stories about mass exorcisms and mass graves. Dean started watching the Philadelphia games whenever he could. Snatchings minutes on television, trying to see if people were making progress, but he’d catch a flash of black in the eyes and knew that things weren’t getting better.
But at least they weren’t getting worse. Eric, Marc and Jordan Staal called him in successive days to report that as far as they could tell the instances of demonic possession in the NHL began and ended with Philadelphia.
Ruby failed to do anything interesting. According to Jess, she’d made a few passes at Sam who’d been clueless about the first three attempts and then spat beer out onto the table when he’d figured it out. Jess had been positively jubilant when recounting the tale to Dean. Dean was pretty sure she wouldn’t have been quite so amused by the prospect of a demon wearing a man’s body attempting to seduce her boyfriend if she’d know about the brief phase he’d went through in high school.
There were omens cracking up all over the country and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were following the Flyers. If it was the off season, the Winchesters would have been tracking them, trying to put a stop to what they were doing.
As it was, they were stuck waiting until the next time they crossed paths with them.
Which wasn’t until after the all star break.
“It’s going to turn out all right,” Jess told them. “Jo’s put the word out. We’re going to figure something out.”
The next morning they got the word that Rubesen had been traded. Dean went to Ellen’s office after practice, knocking twice. “Are you insane, Coach?”
“You might want to watch that tone of voice with me.”
Dean shut the door carefully behind him. “Rubesen’s possessed. You can’t just shove him off and figure he’s someone else’s problem. This isn’t some jackass in the locker room, this is a demon.”
Ellen shuffled through a stack of papers, raised her eyebrow and said, “If half of what I’ve heard about some of those folks on New Jersey is true, I’d be more worried about Rubesen then I was about them.”
“What’s happening in New Jersey?”
“Crazy rumors is what’s happening. Can’t really confirm or deny anything.”
Dean hated it when people tried to evade him but since Ellen was his coach, he couldn’t really bring himself to do so. “Who did we get in this deal?”
***
Jimmy Novak, from what Dean understood was the quintessential journeyman goaltender. He was an excellent back-up without the flare needed to be a full time starter. He made all the stops he was supposed to make and got beat on shots no one would expect him to stop. Only he was in the NHL and to be a starting goalkeeper in the NHL you usually needed a little bit of magic.
If nothing else, Dean was glad not to have to worry about a demon in the net.
“I know Jimmy,” Chuck said, as nervous as he always seemed to be. To say something against Rubesen would only cause tension in those who had considered him a friend. Chuck was always hyperaware of those lines and the people on either side of him. “We played together in Tulsa.”
As far as Dean was concerned, people who passed Chuck’s litmus test were all right in his book.
Jimmy showed up as the Rage were preparing to leave for their road trip and Dean looked him over critically. He was a surprisingly skinny guy, not quite the normal size for a goalkeeper but he had almost military stiff posture moving like he wasn’t quite comfortable with his own skin. He sat down almost primly on his bench as they waited for their flight, not even bothering to shed the great tan trench coat.
“Looks like he’s got an even bigger stick in his ass then you, Sammy.”
No one went over to say hi to Jimmy and Jimmy didn’t make the effort to talk with anyone else. He just sat quietly on the flight, staring out the window in apparent fascination of the clouds.
The game started the Rage’s west coast swing where Jimmy faced trial by fire against the San Jose Sharks.
They lost and they lost badly. Only three to nothing but in a game where the Rage only had twelve shots on goal, it was a sound ass-whooping.
Jimmy Novak sat wordless through the post game lecture, hands folded neatly in his lap. Bobby made it a point to go over to the goalkeeper and clap a hand onto his shoulder. “Welcome to the Rage, kid,” he muttered. “Best get used to it.”
Jimmy just tilted his head to the side and said, “Thank you.”
Dean didn’t think much of it. Goalies were all a little bit off and as far as he was concern Jimmy was better then a demon. Dean had long ago lowered his standards.
***
That night at 12:24, someone started pounding on the Winchester’s hotel room door. Dean checked the peephole before electing to open the door. “Chuck,” he said.
“Hello Dean,” Chuck said, his words all running together. “Nice day we’re having sucked about the loss though do you think I could come in?”
“What are you doing here?” Dean kept the door partway closed, behind him Sam scrambled to pack up the books of occult literature.
“I need to talk to you guys,” Chuck said. “It’s about Jimmy. Can I come in? I don’t really want anyone else hearing this.”
Dean glanced over to his brother who had packed the books away and turned on the television to show the highlights of some basketball game he didn’t care about and stepped aside to let Chuck come in.
“If you’ve got a problem with Jimmy, why come to me?”
“Look, I know you and your brother are into that weird occult stuff, you know? I’ve seen you with those books on the planes even though you try to hide it. And I get it. It’s not something I like to advertise but I did a lot of research into stuff like that for my book and I’m pretty sure it’s going to sound crazy if I go to anyone else.”
Sam stood up, watching Chuck with curiosity. “What’s with Jimmy?”
“That’s just it,” Chuck said breathlessly. “I don’t think it’s Jimmy.”
“What are you talking about,” Dean asked, eyes flickering over to Sam as they exchanged a brief look to confirm they were on the same page; possession.
“I offered to room with him, right? Because we were friends when we were playing together in Tulsa. But he’s not the same guy. He talks different, moves different...” He trailed off for a moment and then continued more cautiously. “It reminds me of what happened to Ruby.”
The Winchesters exchanged a glance.
“You guys know what’s happening,” Chuck said, eyes darting from one brother to the other.
“We can go talk to Jimmy,” Dean replied. “Sam you think maybe Jess could come up and keep an eye on Chuck here.”
“Bullshit, guys, I don’t need a baby sitter.”
Sam ignored him, picking up the phone to dial Jess’s room. As surreptitiously as he could, Dean slipped a knife into his sleeve.
***
The door to Chuck’s room opened on its own violation a second after Dean had knocked. Behind him, Sam glanced down either end of the hall and withdrew his gun. “Jimmy,” Dean called. “Jimmy, man, you’ve really freaked Chuck out.”
No one behind the door. Sam confirmed no one in the bathroom.
“You think he’s out somewhere?
“What are the odds we traded a demon for another?”
“I don’t like this,” Dean said. “Let’s get out of here.”
He turned around only to have the door slam shut behind him. “Not a good sign.”
There was a rush of wind, a flutter of wings and behind then was Jimmy Novak, looking impossibly tall and constrained in such a small hotel room. Dean held up a hand to Sam, halting his brother before he could take a shot. They’d already suffered through one teammate lost to possession. They couldn’t afford another.
“Christo,” Dean said.
Jimmy Novak did not blink. “Hello, Dean, Samuel.” His voice was sandpaper rough like someone’s usual cadence through a cheese grater. Unnatural. “We need to talk.”
“Who the hell are you?” Sam demanded.
“What the hell are you?”
“My name is Castiel,” Jimmy Novak said and there was a flash of something dark and huge behind him. Something in Dean’s traitorous mind thought wings. Jimmy Novak has wings. “I am an angel of the lord.”
Dean blinked twice, processing the information, rejecting it. “Whatever you say, dude. Please tell me you can actually play hockey.”
***
Next time... the all star game
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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 6: The New Jersey Angels
“How long has Rubesen been possessed,” Ellen repeated like she was a hunter rather then a hockey coach. Dean’s brain short circuited. He still had his undershirt on. He really wanted a shower. It was like the end of every hunt except this wasn’t a hunt, this was hockey.
“How do you know about possessions?”
Ellen gave him a look, the same kind of look that she gave Harry and Ed when the failed to understand some of their drills in practice. “You know Jessica’s friend? Joanna Beth? Jo? She’s my daughter. I’ve known about you Winchester boys for a while now. why the hell do you think I pushed so hard for the GM to get you two on my team?”
“Because we’re one of the better defensive pairs in the league?”
“The fact that you could play was a bonus, Winchester. No one thought you were going to amount to much at all when you tore up that knee.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, coach.”
“What I’m telling you ain’t news, Dean. It’s fact. I wanted you on my team because there’s been something brewing over this league and much as I hate saying it, it’s not something anyone’s going to be able to handle on their lonesome.”
“I’m sorry, you’re a hunter?”
“I’ve been fighting demons since you were in peewee leagues, kid.”
Dean scratched the back of his neck. “Honestly, so have I.” He coughed. “I didn’t know about Rubesen until you had me room with him in Montreal. Ruby says it’s been in since Philly.”
“Makes sense,” Ellen muttered. “The demons seem to be pooling there. Something big’s been happening.”
“Everyone on the Flyers is possessed too.”
“Don’t exaggerate.”
“No you don’t understand. Everyone on the Fliers is possessed. If there’s some sort of conspiracy going on in the NHL, that’s where it’s centered.”
“While that’s just a barrel of laughs isn’t it. Why haven’t you and your brother preformed an exorcism on Rubesen?”
“We’re pretty sure the body’s expired. Ruby keeps trying to get us to trust him, says he’s on our side. Honestly, I didn’t want to have him show up dead while we were still on the road. That was going to be a big mess for me.”
“I’ll handle it,” Ellen said.
And it sounded like it was the end of it.
They wind up in a bar two days later sharing drinks with Jess and her friend Jo who was in from out of town. “You should have told me you were Ellen’s family,” Jess said, throwing an arm over Jo’s shoulder and Dean felt his brain short circuit for a second as certain pictures flooded into his mind.
Sam elbowed him in the stomach. Jo was giving him a look, half-amused, half-disgusted. “Not exactly a secret. Not my fault you guys didn’t figure it out.”
“I’m still kind of stuck at how many hunting families have ties in the NHL,” Dean said.
“Dean,” Sam said. “We only know three.”
“Oh.” Jo took a sip of her drink and gave them a mischievous smile. “There are four. Trust me. We figured it out in the off season. Mom was trying to pick a team that wasn’t going to freak out if they saw demons.”
“And she picked up Andy and Chuck?” Sam asked. “Why?”
Dean shook his head. “Have you seen any of the stuff Chuck’s written? Tricks got a hold of it early in the season. Demons all over the place.”
“Andy’s the most laid back guy you’ve ever met,” Jess offered. “He’d probably have a panic attack for about twenty seconds and then just roll with it.”
“Certainly explains why we wound up with Gordo and Jake. I mean what kind of team needs two enforcers? We probably would have been fine without either of them. Tricks can more then hold his own.”
“So can you, huh Dean,” Jo teased. “Caught your fight a few weeks ago. Real stellar stuff.”
“He was a demon.”
“You still lost a fight to some pimply faced call-up.” Jo turned to the rest of the bar, mostly to hide her amusement and surveyed the crowd. There weren’t many bars in Lawrence so you could always pick out a few of the hockey team. Ben and Lucas shooting pool. Andy and Chuck attempting to hit a dart board. But Jo’s eyes narrowed in quickly and decisively on Victor Hendriksen. She stood up, offering the table a quick smile. “Excuse me.”
Sam laughed, turning to his brother. “Burned, dude.”
“I didn’t loose that fight. We both ended up on the ice.”
“I didn’t want to say it,” Jess said, sneaking a handful of peanuts. “But yeah, you kind of lost that fight.”
Reports started trickling in. Reports from old hunting buddies of dad whose bridges had not been burned. Stories about mass exorcisms and mass graves. Dean started watching the Philadelphia games whenever he could. Snatchings minutes on television, trying to see if people were making progress, but he’d catch a flash of black in the eyes and knew that things weren’t getting better.
But at least they weren’t getting worse. Eric, Marc and Jordan Staal called him in successive days to report that as far as they could tell the instances of demonic possession in the NHL began and ended with Philadelphia.
Ruby failed to do anything interesting. According to Jess, she’d made a few passes at Sam who’d been clueless about the first three attempts and then spat beer out onto the table when he’d figured it out. Jess had been positively jubilant when recounting the tale to Dean. Dean was pretty sure she wouldn’t have been quite so amused by the prospect of a demon wearing a man’s body attempting to seduce her boyfriend if she’d know about the brief phase he’d went through in high school.
There were omens cracking up all over the country and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were following the Flyers. If it was the off season, the Winchesters would have been tracking them, trying to put a stop to what they were doing.
As it was, they were stuck waiting until the next time they crossed paths with them.
Which wasn’t until after the all star break.
“It’s going to turn out all right,” Jess told them. “Jo’s put the word out. We’re going to figure something out.”
The next morning they got the word that Rubesen had been traded. Dean went to Ellen’s office after practice, knocking twice. “Are you insane, Coach?”
“You might want to watch that tone of voice with me.”
Dean shut the door carefully behind him. “Rubesen’s possessed. You can’t just shove him off and figure he’s someone else’s problem. This isn’t some jackass in the locker room, this is a demon.”
Ellen shuffled through a stack of papers, raised her eyebrow and said, “If half of what I’ve heard about some of those folks on New Jersey is true, I’d be more worried about Rubesen then I was about them.”
“What’s happening in New Jersey?”
“Crazy rumors is what’s happening. Can’t really confirm or deny anything.”
Dean hated it when people tried to evade him but since Ellen was his coach, he couldn’t really bring himself to do so. “Who did we get in this deal?”
Jimmy Novak, from what Dean understood was the quintessential journeyman goaltender. He was an excellent back-up without the flare needed to be a full time starter. He made all the stops he was supposed to make and got beat on shots no one would expect him to stop. Only he was in the NHL and to be a starting goalkeeper in the NHL you usually needed a little bit of magic.
If nothing else, Dean was glad not to have to worry about a demon in the net.
“I know Jimmy,” Chuck said, as nervous as he always seemed to be. To say something against Rubesen would only cause tension in those who had considered him a friend. Chuck was always hyperaware of those lines and the people on either side of him. “We played together in Tulsa.”
As far as Dean was concerned, people who passed Chuck’s litmus test were all right in his book.
Jimmy showed up as the Rage were preparing to leave for their road trip and Dean looked him over critically. He was a surprisingly skinny guy, not quite the normal size for a goalkeeper but he had almost military stiff posture moving like he wasn’t quite comfortable with his own skin. He sat down almost primly on his bench as they waited for their flight, not even bothering to shed the great tan trench coat.
“Looks like he’s got an even bigger stick in his ass then you, Sammy.”
No one went over to say hi to Jimmy and Jimmy didn’t make the effort to talk with anyone else. He just sat quietly on the flight, staring out the window in apparent fascination of the clouds.
The game started the Rage’s west coast swing where Jimmy faced trial by fire against the San Jose Sharks.
They lost and they lost badly. Only three to nothing but in a game where the Rage only had twelve shots on goal, it was a sound ass-whooping.
Jimmy Novak sat wordless through the post game lecture, hands folded neatly in his lap. Bobby made it a point to go over to the goalkeeper and clap a hand onto his shoulder. “Welcome to the Rage, kid,” he muttered. “Best get used to it.”
Jimmy just tilted his head to the side and said, “Thank you.”
Dean didn’t think much of it. Goalies were all a little bit off and as far as he was concern Jimmy was better then a demon. Dean had long ago lowered his standards.
That night at 12:24, someone started pounding on the Winchester’s hotel room door. Dean checked the peephole before electing to open the door. “Chuck,” he said.
“Hello Dean,” Chuck said, his words all running together. “Nice day we’re having sucked about the loss though do you think I could come in?”
“What are you doing here?” Dean kept the door partway closed, behind him Sam scrambled to pack up the books of occult literature.
“I need to talk to you guys,” Chuck said. “It’s about Jimmy. Can I come in? I don’t really want anyone else hearing this.”
Dean glanced over to his brother who had packed the books away and turned on the television to show the highlights of some basketball game he didn’t care about and stepped aside to let Chuck come in.
“If you’ve got a problem with Jimmy, why come to me?”
“Look, I know you and your brother are into that weird occult stuff, you know? I’ve seen you with those books on the planes even though you try to hide it. And I get it. It’s not something I like to advertise but I did a lot of research into stuff like that for my book and I’m pretty sure it’s going to sound crazy if I go to anyone else.”
Sam stood up, watching Chuck with curiosity. “What’s with Jimmy?”
“That’s just it,” Chuck said breathlessly. “I don’t think it’s Jimmy.”
“What are you talking about,” Dean asked, eyes flickering over to Sam as they exchanged a brief look to confirm they were on the same page; possession.
“I offered to room with him, right? Because we were friends when we were playing together in Tulsa. But he’s not the same guy. He talks different, moves different...” He trailed off for a moment and then continued more cautiously. “It reminds me of what happened to Ruby.”
The Winchesters exchanged a glance.
“You guys know what’s happening,” Chuck said, eyes darting from one brother to the other.
“We can go talk to Jimmy,” Dean replied. “Sam you think maybe Jess could come up and keep an eye on Chuck here.”
“Bullshit, guys, I don’t need a baby sitter.”
Sam ignored him, picking up the phone to dial Jess’s room. As surreptitiously as he could, Dean slipped a knife into his sleeve.
The door to Chuck’s room opened on its own violation a second after Dean had knocked. Behind him, Sam glanced down either end of the hall and withdrew his gun. “Jimmy,” Dean called. “Jimmy, man, you’ve really freaked Chuck out.”
No one behind the door. Sam confirmed no one in the bathroom.
“You think he’s out somewhere?
“What are the odds we traded a demon for another?”
“I don’t like this,” Dean said. “Let’s get out of here.”
He turned around only to have the door slam shut behind him. “Not a good sign.”
There was a rush of wind, a flutter of wings and behind then was Jimmy Novak, looking impossibly tall and constrained in such a small hotel room. Dean held up a hand to Sam, halting his brother before he could take a shot. They’d already suffered through one teammate lost to possession. They couldn’t afford another.
“Christo,” Dean said.
Jimmy Novak did not blink. “Hello, Dean, Samuel.” His voice was sandpaper rough like someone’s usual cadence through a cheese grater. Unnatural. “We need to talk.”
“Who the hell are you?” Sam demanded.
“What the hell are you?”
“My name is Castiel,” Jimmy Novak said and there was a flash of something dark and huge behind him. Something in Dean’s traitorous mind thought wings. Jimmy Novak has wings. “I am an angel of the lord.”
Dean blinked twice, processing the information, rejecting it. “Whatever you say, dude. Please tell me you can actually play hockey.”
Next time... the all star game
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13/12/09 10:10 (UTC)I just can't get over how awesome it is that the Staal brothers are hunters. Nice way to tie actual hockey players into the story. And I love how you pick people from spn and slot them in so nicely into their roles. You've obviously given it a lot of thought.
The fact that you could play was a bonus, Winchester
Awwww. So much picking on Dean in this chapter.
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30/12/09 17:39 (UTC)I'm glad you're amused at the Staal brothers being hunters because that means it's not just me. =)
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13/12/09 19:07 (UTC)Dean blinked twice, processing the information, rejecting it. “Whatever you say, dude. Please tell me you can actually play hockey.”
Best chapter end of the story.
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30/12/09 17:39 (UTC)(no subject)
2/1/10 07:50 (UTC)Ellen, ILU! Dean-o, love, I love you too, but Ellen's coming up a bit more badass in this particular conversation. :)
“I’ve been fighting demons since you were in peewee leagues, kid.” // Dean scratched the back of his neck. “Honestly, so have I.”
*snort* Ellen, love, I know normally that would be more intimidating, but he's Dean Fuckingupmonsters Winchester. It's kind of the family thing. He probably taught Sammy the alphabet from a bestiary.
“I didn’t want to say it,” Jess said, sneaking a handful of peanuts. “But yeah, you kind of lost that fight.”
Jess, being awesome since fandom started letting her live. (I was going to give a date, but hey, we don't really know when she started being awesome in canon. *humph*)
According to Jess, she’d made a few passes at Sam who’d been clueless about the first three attempts and then spat beer out onto the table when he’d figured it out.
Hehehehee, I loved this bit! (there was actual snort-laughter. Oh, Sammy-boy!)
Ahahaha, they traded Ruby for Jimmy! This'll be good I'm sure :) Although I do sort of wonder what'll happen to Ruby now.
but he had almost military stiff posture moving like he wasn’t quite comfortable with his own skin.
Hm, and now I'm curious.
Dean blinked twice, processing the information, rejecting it. “Whatever you say, dude. Please tell me you can actually play hockey.”
YES, YOU WENT THERE! Also, Dean, ILU and you make me smile. You are a silly boy.
nitpick edit things
where Jimmy faced trial by fire against the San Jose.
I think you either need to loose the 'the' or add a 'Sharks' to that sentence.
“I you’ve got a problem with Jimmy, why come to me?”
'I' should be 'If'.
He talks different moves different...”
I think maybe there should be a comma here: 'different, moves'
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16/1/10 02:22 (UTC)I'm writing this fic a lot more around moments the I usually do (one of the huge, thisisthereasoniwrotethis moments is actually in the one I just posted) but it seems to be working because you managed to pick out a bunch of them.
I love Jess and I love Ellen and I love pretty much all the SPN women. One of my favorite things about having all the guys playing hockey means pretty much all the women you can think of are the hunters. Or at least they are in my mind...
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