Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester
Warning - Swearing, angst, character death
“Y/n! SHOOT NOW” I heard my father voice yell at me so I took my aim at the werewolf heart and tried to fire but I then realised that my gun was jammed! “oh no” I whispered
I saw the werewolf advance towards my elder brother and it threw him across , I watched in shock when his body slammed into the tree, the werewolf turned towards me but my gun was still jammed, I tried to shoot him but it wasn’t working just when then I heard a loud bang from behind me and I saw the werewolf fall to the ground, I turned around and saw my other elder brother Sam.
My father suddenly appeared in my view and ran towards Dean, me and Sam followed him, we dropped on our knees around where Dean lay unconscious. I tried to caress his forehead to inspect the damage when my father shoved my hand away.
“Don’t you dare touch him! ”,he snarled.
He then looked at Dean and tried to find if he had any serious injury on him. I looked at Sam but he was too focused on Dean. I then felt my cheek burn severely and loud resounding slap could be heard across the forest. I realised then that my father had hit me and he had me so hard that I was lying on the ground. I definitely had a bruise now.
“Dad, what the hell was that!? ” I heard Sam shout but my dad just glared at him and then at me, he shook his head in anger dropped down so he could swing dean’s arm around his shoulder.
Sam who was staring at his father in shock and anger immediately pushed his feelings aside and grabbed the other arm. They carried Dean this to the impala with me trailing behind him.
“y/n/n, go sit in the backseat and then we will lay him down” I nodded slowly and did as Sam said, the entire time I could feel my dad’s eye on me.
The ride to the isolated cabin was extremely quiet, I kept caressing Dean’s forehead and his hair and I kept on whispering “ I am sorry, I am so sorry ” and the tears trailed down my face.
I heard my little sister sniffling in the backseat and comforting my elder brother while saying sorry. It literally broke my heart to see her so upset. All I wanted to do was hug her tightly and tell her everything was going to be okay but if I say something now I know my father will be even more furious, I still cannot believe that he had hit her.
We reach the cabin and take Dean inside, we inspect him and wonder if any serious injury has taken place but he was just knocked out , I look over at my little sister and see that she was standing at door with an expression of fear plastered over her face. I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back.
After tending to Dean my father walks out of the room but not before he take Y/n’s arm in vicious grip, I spare my brother one look and walk out of the door.
“what the hell were you doing?!
“You could have gotten your brother killed you irresponsible idiot, why can’t you do anything properly?! ”
“Dad just listen to her”
“You stay out of this Sam, it does not concern you, we could have lost Dean because of her, you are the reason that your brother is in there….. Hurt”
“But dad.. ”
“JUST SHUT UP! I can’t even bare to look at you, my son is hurt because of you, you are an ungrateful, irresponsible and disgusting sister and I can’t even call you my daughter ”
That was it. This sentence did it for me, I was in pain ,not the physical kind the other one the one where your heart feels heavy and it hurts, I looked at my father with tears in my eyes but I would not let them drop.
“what the hell is wrong with you dad, why can’t you just listen to her, who says that to their own child?!”
My dad didn’t answer my brother he just walked out the door, Sam then removed his attention from John and then kneeled down so he could be of my height, he kept both his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.
“hey, listen to me sweetie don’t you dare even for a moment think that you are not a good sister, you are the most amazing, beautiful kind girl in the whole world and me and Dean love you so so so so much! ”
I looked him in the eye but I did not have the strength to reply so I just went back to the room where Dean was sleeping.
I watched my little sister walk back in the room, I was so shocked to hear my father say such horrible things to a 13 year old girl.
I went in the room and saw that she was covering Dean up with a blanket she then sat at the edge of the pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead.
My heart melted right there, how could my father say such horrible things to someone as sweet as her, I just couldn’t resist so I walked up behind her and put my arms around,she turn around and put her arms around my waist and her face towards me, I hugged her for a while but then I felt her shoulders shake I looked down and saw that she was sobbing her little heart out so I kneeled down again so I could be of her level and then hugged her tightly.
“I am sorry, I am so sorry”, she said this while hiccuping in between her sobs.
“I can’t lose you or Dean, I love you too much, I am sorry ” I knew I couldn’t say anything to comfort her so I picked her up and carried to my bed, we are used to sharing beds so I lay her down and I lay down beside her I put my arm around her and gently stroke her back soon she is fast asleep.
I wake up the next morning to see that my Sam was sleeping beside me softly snoring , I looked on the other side and saw that Dean was also sleeping, so I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back I saw that Dean was starting to wake up.
“Hey Dean, can you wake up? ”, he groaned but slowly opened his eyes
“hey, how are you feeling? ”
“Ummm…. Extremely sore”
“well you were thrown into a tree so that is to be expected I guess”
“Wait, what the hell happened? Are you okay? ”
“Yea bro, Everyone is good, you were the only one who was hurt”
I grabbed his medicine from the side table and then got him a glass of water.
“Here you go”
“Thanks sweetheart, you know you always take such good care of us”
My smile wavered a bit as I remembered last night’s events but I didn’t let the sadness or the immense guilt I was feeling come to my face. I then took both his hands pulled him in a sitting position.
“you can use the shower and have a good long bath”
“Thanks sweetie ” he said looking at me but then his smile turned into a frown and his hand went to touch my cheek.
“Did the werewolf get you or something? ”
“No why? ”
“You have bruise on your face”
I immediately felt extremely tense but then I just brushed it off and then walked to the living room. I saw John sitting over there with a pen and newspaper he looked towards me and said
“We are going on a hunt tonight.”
“What? What about Dean”
“Your will brother will not go obviously ”
“Dean is not going to agree to that ”
“Just be ready, there were not ONE but TWO werewolf but because of you we could not kill it last night so I suggest do as I ask”.
Later that night.
Dean had thrown a bitch fit and was here saying he was fine and will not be left at home. I had persuaded Sam to not tell Dean anything now, but we could do it after the hunt. I had rechecked my guns atleast 10 times to make sure it wasn’t jammed.
We walked through the jungle looking for the wolf, but it had seemed like hours had passes but we still had no clue where it was.
I still don’t know how I saw but I did, the werewolf was standing behind Dean, it had raised its claw to strike at my brother but I pushed my brother put of the way and felt it claws go deep in my stomach.
I saw in astonishment as my little sister pushed me out of the way and the werewolf impaled her in stomach. I raised my gun and shot him straight in the heart, the werewolf fell down with a thud.
I looked down at my little sister who was bleeding from the stomach profusely, I picked her up and put her head in my lap, I then felt Sam and Dad running towards us.
“De it hurts a lot ” she cried
“Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry everything is going to be okay you are going to live and we are going to talk about cutting Sammy’s hair in sleep and well pranking people and making them annoyed”
My sister shook her head and coughed and I saw the blood trickle out of her mouth so I wiped it away with my thumb
“ I am not going to make it, I know it” she croaked
“No y/n/n don’t you dare say that ”, Sam said in a crying voice “ you our baby sister we need to here, I love you so much”
“You heard Sam sweetheart, you can’t go we need you here:
But she ignored us and then asked in a croaked voice
“Was I a good sister? ”
And then both me and Sam just broke, both of us had tears running down our check so we each grabbed her hand I said
“oh yes sweetie, you are amazing sister and I love you so so so much” I then looked at my dad who was standing with an emotionless expression. Y/n looked at all of us “ I love you. ALL OF you I am going to miss you and I am glad I saved you dean”
Saying this my baby sister took her last breaths and then her head just fell sideways, he beautiful eyes were now not looking at anything.
So I put an arm around Sam and pulled him close and cradled my baby sister in my other arm. Oh god I will never see her smile, never kiss her while she was sleeping, never see her taking care of us, never take care of her she is just gone.
My father then came next to us and said “I am sorry baby girl please come back”
And at that time all we wanted was our little baby sister to come back but I knew she wouldn’t listen because she can’t, thinking about this we cried and screamed at the sky above us.
Sam and Dean Winchester are in the middle of a shoot-out. Standing in a parking lot of Dodge City, Kan., they’ve got machetes on their hips and guns in their hands as they exchange fire with the monster of the week – and this one’s just robbed a bank. As Dean slides across the trunk of a nearby car to take cover, his gun jams. Spoiler alert: This wasn’t in the script. In an instant, Sam Winchester morphs into Jared Padalecki as he jokingly tells his costar Jensen Ackles, “Do something, Dean!” Somehow, the two finish out the scene, fluctuating seamlessly between being Sam and Dean fighting for their lives and Jared and Jensen fighting off bouts of laughter. The take ends and seconds later a car drives by as a passenger sticks her head out the window and perfectly sums up what just happened with two words: “Supernatural, baby!” (Without missing a beat, Padalecki responds, “Thanks, Mom. Miss you!”)
Meanwhile, back on the set of the shoot-out, the director prepares for the next take as Ackles and Padalecki resume their positions, guns drawn. They know the drill. This isn’t Sam and Dean’s first gunfight. And yet something is different. This time, they aren’t just armed with guns. They’ve got a Nephilim and a recently-back-from-the-dead angel on their side. At least until gunfire erupts and Castiel focuses all of this attention on Jack, pulling him out of harm’s way. “Cas really does see himself as guardian to this kid,” Collins says. It’s a relationship [Alexander] Calvert is hoping will translate to real life as well.
After the shoot-out doesn’t go as planned, all four return to the bunker, where the boys put down their guns for Supernatural’s most potent weapon – emotion. Calvert, whose Jack is struggling with what happens when his attempts to do good backfire, is looking to Collins for some sort of sanctuary. “Please, Misha,” he pleads through laughter. He’s hoping for any help he can get with the issue at hand: Padalecki, who’s doing everything he can to make Calvert mess up a take. But in this situation, Collins is powerless, because if Supernatural has taught us anything, it’s that an angel is no match for a Winchester.
Excerpted from: “Supernatural: Two Winchesters and a dead angel spill secrets from beyond the grave (and the season 13 set).” Entertainment Weekly, October 20/27, 2017. [print]
No Australian I know wants to talk about the Great Emu War. Could you give me some insight?
Okay, memes aside, the issue with the Emus is that during the Great Depression, Australian farmers were incentivized to grow more wheat (they were never actually given those incentives though), and this meant a lot of cleared land and artificial water supplies. In 1932 the native emus noticed the good habitat, so roughly 20,000 emus went to the farmland. These emus were pests, eating food, knocking down fences, and so on. The farmers complained to the Australian government who deployed WWI veterans with two Lewis guns in a population cull, believing it would solve the problem and serve as good drill for the Australian machine gunners. Heavy rains scattered the emu population, but Major Meredith was undeterred, attempting to use the Lewis guns on large concentrations of the birds. This was not very effective, the emus would scatter and the guns would jam. Two operations on the 2nd and 4th of November killed only a few dozen of the birds. The Lewis guns couldn’t effectively be mounted on motor vehicles which could not keep up with the fast birds. The emus adapted quickly to the Australians, with large black-plumed males keeping watch and shouting a cry of alarm when the military came near, which made further deployment ineffective. Even when wounded the birds survived thanks to their large mass, and the operation was called off. Later that month Meredith was redeployed, and this time he was far more successful, killing roughly 100 emus a week until 2 December.
Eventually, the government decided to instead offer a bounty program for
emus, which was much more effective in culling their numbers.
So it’s not really a war, just an unsuccessful population cull, albeit a rip-roaringly funny one. The media at the time cracked jokes about “The Great Emu War.” praising the birds who were clear masters of guerilla tactics. This incident would be rediscovered in the mid 2010′s and became a notable meme that made its way around the internet, leading to such gems as this one:
So there you have it, a short military operation that became a part of meme culture. Your Aussie friends might not even know about this, or they might think that you’re trying to insult their home country, but there’s the story.
wtf Aparri looks like one of those scrawny little kids in your class that always talks about how many times they go hunting with their dad but they don’t look like they could actually support the weight of a gun
Häyhä’s count of 542 kills is an all-time record for a sniper in any conflict and was achieved in only 98 days of the ‘Winter War.
The Winter War erupted in 1939 with the Soviet invasion of Finland, and the mild-looking Simo was called into service.
Despite vastly outnumbering the Finns, the Soviet Army suffered massive casualties due to their inexperience, the freezing temperatures and of course, Simo Häyhä, all of 5'3"(1.6002m) tall.
For those 98 days, Häyhä conducted lone missions to the front lines, tormenting the Russians and picking off soldiers one by one, until he was shot and injured by an exploding bullet a few days prior to the war ending. The bullet had crushed his jaw and blown off part of his left cheek.
Häyhä, in many ways, had the perfect preparation for becoming a sniper. He grew up on a rural farm and loved to hunt.
His specialty were foxes, one of the more difficult animals to hunt, due to their small stature, speed and ability to hide. He would test himself with birds which would flee at even the slightest sound, reflection or sudden movement.
He felt no hatred for the enemy, instead, he only concentrated on ensuring his weapon was well supported and stable, and that his personal feelings and emotions would not impinge on his ability as a marksman. Häyhä did not mind spending hours upon hours on his own and would even go to his shooting ‘nests’ at night to ensure they were well hidden and strong.
Especially in the -20 temperatures of the Finnish winter, proper gun maintenance was essential to avoid it jamming. His gun was a Mosin-Nagant M/28-30, one that he had owned before the war, without even a telescopic sight.
Häyhä, when conducting his operations, took every detail into account. He would even pour water into the snow in front of him so that the muzzle blast would not expose his location by disturbing the light snow. (Excerpt by Author Taipo Saarelainen, The White Sniper: Simo Häyhä)
(Simo also kept snow in his mouth while sniping, in order to prevent steamy breaths from giving away his position in the cold air.)
This game is copyright 2001, Michael “Epoch” Sullivan and Jeffrey Grant. It was posted on a now defunct website.
Characters in All Outta Bubblegum have one stat – Bubblegum. It’s technically a number which varies from 0 through 8, though the designers highly, highly recommend that you don’t do anything so banal as write down a number, and, instead, pass out actual sticks of bubblegum to the players. This will also help when you play All Outta Bubblegum drunk, which is, let’s be blunt, probably the only time you’d even consider playing this game.
Bubblegum always starts out at 8.
Any action which does not fall under the broad category of “kicking ass” is resolved by rolling a d10. If the number rolled is equal to or less than the amount of bubblegum the character has left, then the character succeeds in his task.
Any action which falls under the broad umbrella of “kicking ass” is also resolved by rolling a d10. However, in this case, youwish to roll greater than the amount of bubblegum that you have left.
Whenever you fail a non-combat roll, you lose a stick of Bubblegum. You may also sacrifice a stick of Bubblegum before the roll to ensure success.
Bubblegum also rates your damage. If someone else succeeds in a roll of asskicking against you, you lose one stick of bubblegum.
When you lose your last stick of bubblegum, you are officially all outta bubblegum. You may no longer attempt any kind of non-asskicking activity. Simple devices like, say, the handles of doors confound you (eerily enough, you have no problem field-stripping a .50 caliber machine gun to clear a jam in 15 seconds flat). However, you automatically succeed in anyasskicking-related activity. You are a nearly unstoppable ball of bubblegum-less fury. When someone else succeeds in an asskicking roll against you, they roll a d10. If they roll a 10, you are knocked out. If they roll a 1 through 9, they’ve only succeeded in making you, if possible, even more angry.
However, bear in mind that it’s relatively easy to trap a zero-bubblegum person in a situation he’s totally incapable of dealing with.
There ya go. Think up your own damn adventures and campaign settings.