But like… Imagine River Heights a few years before Nancy was even born.
Kate and Carson doing cute couple things that you can really only get away with in a picturesque small town, liking riding a tandem bike or having picnics on top of office buildings.
BFFs Antonia Scallari and Linda Petrov staring down anyone who even tries to talk to them because they don’t have time for anyone. They’re too busy listening to boy bands and blowing bubble gum.
Junior Detective McGinnis keeping his town safe, and considering growing a mustache. Toddler John Ryan watching McGinnis catch a thief and telling his moms he wants to be a detective when he grows up!
The Drews becoming close friends with the Marvins, and the four of them convincing the Faynes to move into a new house on their block.
Hannah Gruen and Rose Green working together at the high school. Hannah talks about how she’s considering looking into starting a housekeeping business, and Rose starts saving so she can one day start a hotel.
The Chisholms visiting all the way from Scotland to spend time with Kate and Carson, exploring the town, and even stopping into Alexei’s antique shop. This was during Alexei’s regretful long hair years.
Carson taking a chance and starting his own law firm, working closely with McGinnis to (as Kate put it) “put the bad guys away in a more legal and less dangerous manner”.
Tonight is the night I can say I’ve seen it all. The
boys started chugging sangria as if it were lemonade. I probably should’ve told
them that Linda likes to use the cheapest wine she can find for her brewing –
which means instant intoxication and a hell of a hangover the morning after. I
have made that mistake once upon arriving here, and ever since then I have
steered away from anything she made that contained some sort of wine or
Sherilyn, the shyest girl I know – well she was when
we were sixteen, anyway – is openly flirting with Ashton Irwin, who is probably
the least intoxicated of them all. Ashton seems to be reciprocating though and
I pull an overly intoxicated Michael, Luke and Calum away to grant our babies
some privacy. This caused a chain reaction of whining twenty-something guys,
suddenly all of them dispersing to either gather more drinks, find something to
smoke or score.
“Oh my god.” I groan, suddenly regretting not doing
shots with the boys and being fairly sober still. I’m not to get completely
wasted and make a fool out of myself, but a drink once in a while, I would
never turn down. I liked the small buzz I’d receive whenever I’d be three
“Y/n!” I swiftly turn my head, my hand clutching the
ladle, absentmindedly stirring the chopped up fruit bits in the bowl of sangria
in our kitchen. “Calum?”
“I think sex is better than logic, but I can’t prove it.” Calum wiggles his
eyebrows and I actually have no idea what that even means. He steps closer,
stopping right in front of me, his fingers toying with the hem of my dress
absentmindedly. I think he might have found some stashed away vodka because no
chance in hell he gets this drunk by just a bit of bad wine.
“Keep talking, someday you’ll say something intelligent.” I chuckle, Calum’s
eyes widen drastically when my words sink in before he scoffs. “How fucking
mean of you.” He pulls my dress shortly but roughly, his bottom lip poking out
as he tries to glare in my general direction but it falters almost immediately.
“Oh, don’t be a baby Calum. I don’t like you pouting.” I slap his cheek twice
in short taps, Calum’s hands finding my waist as he pinches the skin there
“Can I stay over?” Calum slurs, slowly blinking as I
see him visibly sway on his feet. I chuckle, my hands immediately raising to
steady him. “Of course, big boy. Otherwise I would feel as a horrible friend.”
I laugh, shaking my head as I already start guiding him towards the staircase,
motioning to Luke, my hand representing a glass as I ‘knock it back’. Luke
laughs and gives me a thumbs up, turning back towards Michael and chatting
“You could never be a bad friend, you’re too nice.”
Calum giggles, the sound sounding like music in my tired, oversensitive ears. I
close my bedroom door behind me as soon as we’re both inside, Calum dropping
like a dead weight on my bed.
“Since when are you such a light weight?”
“Always with wine.” He mumbles, turning on his back,
eyes still closed. His body is portraying a starfish on my sheets as he kicks
his shoes off of his feet. It takes him over twenty minutes before he sits up
and forms a coherent sentence again, his back pressed against the wall.
“Come sit.” He mumbles to the space between his splattered out legs, lazy grin
on his lips and his eyes drifting closed.
“Are you sure you won’t puke all over my back?” I
chuckle, dropping onto the bed and crawling over to the space he’s still slowly
patting. “Nah, I’m sobering up. Bad wine Y/n, damn.”
“Blame Linda. She’s a sucker for cheap headache wine.” I laugh, pressing my
back against his chest, his hands encircling my waist. “These parties are
killing me slowly.” Calum laughs underneath his breath, lips pressed against my
neck momentarily, his head keeping its place there as he waits for me to say
“It feels like all we do lately is party. Is that really
all that a college life has to offer?” I sigh, fingertips trailing over Calum’s
lower arm. A small smile graces my lips when I see the hairs peak up
momentarily, goose flesh covering his tan skin.
“So alcohol turns you into a philosopher. Note to self: do not get Y/n drunk.”
Calum laughs and I jab my elbow in his ribs, a loud huff emanating from them,
making a grin reappear on my lips almost instantly. “Don’t be a dick.”
“If you want to do something else, you just have to
say so, Y/n.” Calum breathes against my skin, his lips pressing against my
exposed shoulder. “What? There isn’t anything exciting to do.”
“Exactly.” I let my eyes drift closed, lips slightly parted as my senses go in
overload from Calum’s gentle touches. His hands raise and his fingers start
kneading my tense shoulders, the tension that had settled over the day already
dissipating when I’m near him.
“What a sad, boring life.” I chuckle, leaning forward
so Calum would have more access to my sore spots and he immediately gets it,
lowering his hands along my back, gently pressing his slender fingers in my
flesh. “Go out with your friends? Start planning your road trip? Go on holiday
with me, I don’t know.” Calum casually states, his outstretched hands slowly
rubbing up and down my back.
“On holiday with you? Really?” I turn my head, body
slowly coming along as I grin at my new found best friend. Calum shrugs his
shoulders, an uncomfortable smile etched on his lips. “You make it sound like
I’m a complete lunatic.” His words draw a giggle from my lips as I turn my body
ninety degrees, my legs dropping over his left, jeans clad leg.
“If you think you’d survive a few days alone with me, sure. Why not.” I grin,
slapping his chest lightly while shaking my head. A yawn follows immediately
“Wanna go to bed?” I hum in response to Calum, pushing
my tired body off of the bed – and in some way, him – to rid myself off the
dress and throw an oversized shirt over my head.
As I turn back around, Calum’s eyes are glued to my behind and I snap my
fingers near my face, amused grin visible. “Never thought I’d say it. Eyes up
Calum reciprocates with an eye roll of his own,
discarding his way too tight skinny jeans on the floor near the bed, his shirt
following suit after. “Come ‘ere.” He mumbles, holding out his arm and I drop
onto the bed roughly, partially landing on him, momentarily knocking the wind
right out of him.
“Sorry.” I giggle, making myself more comfortable and pulling the sheets over
“Good night, Y/n.” I hum in response, patting his bare chest, the beating of
his heart steadily lulling me into a dreamless sleep.
“Did you – “ Linda wiggles her eyebrows to imply the
obvious, both of her hands cupped around a steaming cup of coffee, her frame
leaning against the counter of our kitchen.
I roll my eyes as I push past her, filling my own porcelain cup with the brown
wake-me-up and dropping onto one of the chairs. “No, he just stayed over.”
“Oh god, you’re so deep in the friend zone it’s
embarrassing.” I raise my head, eyes focussing from my cup to my dorm mate to
shoot a glare her way. “Taking care of each other while drunk? Friend zone,
family or gay. And I don’t think our Calum is gay.” Linda chuckles loudly,
setting her cup down. I silence her immediately when I hear Calum’s loud
footsteps on the floor above us, soon after we hear the stairs creaking. “No
jokes, Lin. I warn you.” I glare once her way, focussing back on my cup so
Calum wouldn’t suspect anything while walking in.
“Mornin’.” Calum mumbles, his clothing from yesterday
back on his body as he tiredly rubs his eyes. I wink in his general direction
and he steps closer, leaning down to press his lips to my cheek, only briefly,
his hands curling around my cup of coffee as he claims it as his own, lips
pressed against the rim. “Thanks.”
“Hey, that’s mine!” I groan, my arms raising to try
and retrieve my needed wake-me-up cup, Calum being too tall for me while
sitting down. “Did you know Ashton is laying in a bed with your mate?
Completely passed out if I can say. And by the way, you throw one hell of a
party, Lin. Damn.” Calum chuckles, his voice hoarse as he hands me my half
empty cup back. His fingers thread through my unruly hair and I realize how
horrible I must look right now. My hands immediately start to mat my hair
against my scalp, Calum’s hands only pushing it back up. “Looks cute.” He
grins, redirecting his attention back to Linda who is staring us down with a
stupid, love struck grin on her features.
“Did Sher and Ash fuck?” Linda gasps, hand in front of
her mouth as her eyes widen in my direction. I chuckle but shrug my shoulders
all together. “She’s into him. Why not.” I sort of dismiss the conversation
there with a certain look towards Linda but of course I expect all the gory,
juicy details as soon as I get Sherilyn alone.
“Your frat isn’t the only one that knows how to party,
Hood.” Linda pats his shoulder as she passes us, winking in my direction and
disappearing from sight. Thank god she actually dropped it.
“Tell me I at least behaved last night.” Calum groans as his fingers land on my
shoulder, softly kneading my tender flesh. I lean against the back rest of the
chair, closing my eyes and resting my head against Calum’s abdomen.
“Well I realized you’re pretty good at giving massages,
so expect to give me some more often.” I breathe heavily, peeking one eye open
to see Calum grin down at me.
“Of course I’d screw myself that horribly. Well I expect some in return then.”
My hands raise to curl around Calum’s wrist to stop
his motion, scrunching my face up at him. “I can’t promise you I won’t hurt you
though.” I chuckle, pushing myself onto my feet, turning around and dropping my
now empty cup in the sink. “Oh, and you asked if I wanted to go on vacation
with you.” I giggle, my hand covering my mouth as I raise my eyebrows to a
“I’m actually pretty curious how that would turn out.”
Calum grins, his arms winding around my neck as he hauls my smaller frame
against his in a tight, but still gentle hug. “Badly, me dragging your drunk
ass along the street. People would think I’m trying to ditch a dead body.” I
laugh against his shirt, my fingers ticking along his side so he’ll let his
vice grip loosen so I can escape.
He lets go of me but his words stop me, fingers
brushing along my arm as he tries to stop me from walking out of the spacious
“This local band is playing tonight. Do you want to
I love Crowley. Always have, always will. Here are seven reasons why:
1. Mark Sheppard. He is a fantastic actor. I love his accent. I love his relationship with J2M. I don’t want him off the show.
2. Crowley has delivered some of the best lines in Supernatural. He is deliciously sardonic and hilarious.
3. He is one of the best villains the show has ever had because there is so much depth to his character, and Crowley has never underestimated the Winchesters, which is why he is still alive.
4. He balances out the spectrum of main characters on the show - where Cas is the angel on the brothers’ shoulders, he is the devil. This is very important.
5. He is not replaceable. After all the years he has been on the show, it would be impossible to fill the giant empty space he would leave if he was written off. Think about it.
6. Crowley’s character development is not over yet. Like Cas, he is still trying to figure out what he is. And, like Cas, he is hated by every one of his own kind due to his attachment to the Winchesters. That makes him interesting.