One Freakin' Hangover (Bishop)

[Bishop]

Bishop fixed Nichole with an You-Thought-I-Was-Going-To-Let-You-Looks and a raised eyebrow, “Nichole….” Bishop shook his head and let the subject drop with laughter and turned around. He could have fit half a dozen jokes, and jabs about Bishop not letting Nichole try to move anywhere, not only upstairs, but he kept it to himself and laughed. “Come on my princesses your carriage waits,” Bishop smiled boldly offering to piggy back ride up the stairs for Nichole, and once she did. He took the half angel for a ride. At first he ran around the bottom level of his room, zipping in and out and in-between his couch, laptops, motorcycle bikes parts, and swirled in a circle laughing a loud before charging up the stairs and laying Nichole softly in the bed remember besides the fun that the two were having that she was injured.

“I’ll be right back, with three different boxes of Cereal just in case you don’t like the first choice.” Bishop beamed as he leaned forward and kissed Nichole’s forehead not feeling the guilty or the acquirness weight him down like before. Bishop sat back a little and studied Nichole a little bit and felt nothing but Happiness roll over and wash him.

“Be right back.” Bishop crawled out of his bed backwards and practically skipped to and down the stairs and toward the kitchen where he swiftly found the bowels where they belonged, spoons, and milk. He grabbed Lucky Charms, Frosted Flakes, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. All three Cereals were childhood Cereals that Bishop loved growing up and still does to this date, and for good reason. He remembered breakfast on Saturday mornings where his father didn’t have to go to work and his mother would fix them all bowels of Cereal and they would all meet in the living room and they would all watch whatever Cartoon special that came on, and the day would play out like that. Bishop in his spot right between his Father’s legs on the ground while his father and mother took up the couch and his Sister sitting right between them; Bishop even remember from time to time where he would beam up smiling toward his sister when his teeth fell out and he would replace them with bits of Cereal from his bowel. That one memory triggered something Bishop hadn’t thought on for a very long time, and something he wasn’t going to ruin now. The memory of his slain family, and his missing sister still to this day, Bishop placed the bowels and other things he gathered for this mini Breakfast in bed on the counter and focused on his breathing first seven deep breaths, pushing back the memory of his dead family. Bishop continued this until he felt the memory creeping back to the back of his mind. Bishop nodded to himself and picked up all the items he came down here for, and stacked the bowels, placed the spoons inside the top one, and placed the milk on top of that, and with his free arm gathered the Cereal and was up the stairs in no time, and as he went with every step his haunted past crept back into its cage and was locked away once more for Bishop to place on a smile for Nichole and he knew in a little bit that he would be back to normal.


“Alright which channel should we watch first, personally I’m a Cartoon Network man myself, but for the sake of Cartoons We’ll be watching all Channels that even has a funny little icon of a rabbit with a carrot.” Bishop beamed handing Nichole a bowel and placing the Cereal he gathered in front and let Nicole have the first choice.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole blinked in a blank way that said she wasn’t getting his stare with the raised eyebrow, but she couldn’t help but get the feeling that he wasn’t going to let her go anywhere without him. Nor could she not help liking the way he said her name, and she chuckled as he presented his back to her as he called her his princess and told her that her carriage awaits. She didn’t quite understand what she was suppose to do, but she lightly wrapped her legs around his waist while her arms wrapped around his neck as she climbed onto his back. Next thing she knew, he took off in a seemingly random pattern around the room, and she couldn’t help the light laughter that escaped her lips throughout the entire ride that ended with him gently depositing her onto his bed.

Bishop informed her that he was going to be right back with his promised food, but he was bringing a bit of variety just in case she didn’t like her first choice. He then kissed her forehead again, but this time it felt different. It felt like her hunter was back, and she was safe and wanted again. Not like the first time. He then told her he was going to be right back and then crawled backwards out of his bed away from her. She couldn’t help the smile that beamed on her face as she watched him seemingly hop and skip away and down the stairs. She took a more careful look around the room this time while he was gone, and she heard the rattling of dishes as well as opening and closing of doors downstairs. She knew that he would take care of her, like he promised he would. Just like she would take care of him, like she promised.

When he came back, she had no clue that he had remembered his family. She turned to look at him when he emerged from below, and placed a bright smile on for him. More like it engulfed her, and seemed to be a contagious smile. She suddenly knew that if anything happened to him, or her family, she wouldn’t know what else to do. Just that she would be alone once again, and more terrifying of being alone is that she would be alone in a place that she didn’t full understand. She didn’t know that her smile had slipped a bit and lost some of it wattage, but she had quickly recovered it. She didn’t even notice herself, so she wouldn’t have known that if he had noticed it as well.

“Alright which channel should we watch first, personally I’m a Cartoon Network man myself, but for the sake of Cartoons We’ll be watching all Channels that even has a funny little icon of a rabbit with a carrot.”

Nichole looked at the three boxes of cereal he had placed in front of her, and studied them carefully. She felt lucky, and so she pointed at the box of Lucky Charms. How could she not feel lucky with having her hunter there with her. ”Bishop, I have no idea what channel is what. I’m lucky to even know how to turn the thing on at times. So,” She started and turned to look at him before smiling at him as she continued, ”I trust you to pick and educate me. Usually, I get some movie on the set from the previous occupants of the room I get stuck in, after spending about five to ten minutes trying to figure out how to power the thing on.” She told him and her hand sought his out for a brief amount of contact, not really sure what else she should do now.

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 628 NOTES: She has no idea on what to watch…

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[Bishop]

Bishop couldn’t help but smile as Nichole picked his top favorite cereal of all time. His eye’s flicker to Nichole’s ever so playfully to back to the cereal as he took it into his hands and opened it and up and started to pour until it hit about a little past half way full and whined off and added milk while listening to Nichole, and Bishop couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head in a mockingly manner.

“ That sucks, with your luck it was probably some porn on a few of those channels that you were stuck on, that must have went over well with Dean.” Bishop placed all three boxes of cereal on the floor and the milk on the dresser next to the glass that Nichole had once drunken out of. Bishop freely spoke of Dean, not fearing that bringing up her protective older brother, but at this point and time of the game. He believe nothing could disturb the two on the path that they have chosen.

“Here you go, and here I go.” Bishop placed the bowl of cereal in front of Nicole and placed the spoon inside and grabbed his own spoon and positioned himself right next to Nichole, lying in a relaxed side position with his bowl in one hand and the remote in the other, and sparing Nichole a look that he fixed her with a bold smile, he flicked on the TV and the flat screen came to life and at first the news spilled on about an earthquake or some other disaster in the South, but Bishop started to flip the channel the screen went black, but the numbers with the shows’ name, and a summary of the show appeared at the bottom. He spared Nichole another look before the idea of teaching her how to work the small black device that was called the Remote.

“Nichole you want to give it a try. It’s not that hard really. All you have to do is press that button and hold it down and it turns the channel.” Bishop showed Nichole the button his was holding down before flipping the device toward Nichole’s way handle first. The flat screen came alive once more a Fishing show’s credits started to roll across the screen and another Fishing show was starting on a split screen of the credits, but Bishop was only half pay attention to the screen he had more important, beautiful things on his mind.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole couldn’t help to stop smiling at her hunter. She knew she was safe, and she liked spending time with him. She watched him pour their bowls, and add the milk before chuckling at her and her remark about her television operating skills. Her smile grew a bit bigger in reaction to his reaction to her statement. She could feel her heart flutter a bit whenever Bishop looked at her or gave her one of his smiles. Her hand itched to hold his again, but her stomach rumbled slightly letting her know that she needed to fill it first.

“ That sucks, with your luck it was probably some porn on a few of those channels that you were stuck on, that must have went over well with Dean.”

The blond chuckled herself and let her free hand to search one of his out. ”Would you like to know if it was before or after he got distracted when he came to check on me?” She teased him in her own little way. Granted her brother did give her quite a few lectures on the subject of the television, but he normally had her go somewhere while he stayed behind. She had no clue what he was doing then. She watched as he put the boxes on the floor, and the milk next to her empty glass. She put her smile back on when he placed a bowl of cereal in front of her, and she picked up the spoon in her hand. She put a spoonful of the food in her mouth, as she watched her hunter lay down next to her on his side.

Nichole’s heart sped up again when he smiled at her once more. She watched as he fiddled with his television, looking for the show, channel, program that they had previously talked about watching. She looked at him when he looked at her, and she cocked her head to the side knowing he had an idea. She was starting to like his ideas, as long as they didn’t hurt her like their day had started out as.

“Nichole you want to give it a try. It’s not that hard really. All you have to do is press that button and hold it down and it turns the channel.”

She looked at him and showed him a smile that no one else had ever got from her. She watched carefully as he pressed a button on the device, and then gave her the handle. She tenderly took the thing and pressed the button, moving it away from the fishing thing. Her face lit up like a child on Christmas morning as imagines flashed across the screen, and she looked like Santa had left her a gift that she mostly wanted. She paused briefly when she saw a gray cat chasing a brown mouse that was comical in a way. She looked at him and then back to the screen before returning her gaze to him again. ”Is this one of them, Bishop?” She asked him, her brow burrowed in insecurity.

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 514 NOTES: She really doesn’t know what cartoons are, and she had just stumbled across Tom & Jerry.

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[Bishop]

Bishop laughed at the joke about the porn, and Dean, he was glad he hadn’t taken a spoon full of cereal yet, otherwise Bishop would have splurged it all over Nichole, which in Bishop book wasn’t a good first date impression. Even though it wasn’t officially a “Date” to most typical people, but then again Bishop and Nichole weren’t your typical people, especially not with what both had to deal with on a sometimes daily basis. Werewolves, Zombies, Vampires, pissed off spirits, Demons, stuff that would make a normal human go mad and crazy enough to kill themselves over, but today wasn’t going to be one of those days, as Nichole’s final turn on the remote landed them on Tom and Jerry a smile spread across Bishop’s face at the classic, and trademark cat and mouse.

“Yea this is defiantly one of them Nichole. A Classic among classics, it’s called Tom and Jerry.” Bishop explained as Bishop quickly realized which episode this was. “I remember watching this multiple times with my family when I was younger. It hasn’t come on recently but replaced by the new stuff that they call Tom and Jerry.” Bishop explained before taking another spoon full of cereal, and then continued afterward. “But this right here, the old stuff, nothing beats it.” Bishop beamed up to Nichole running a trail up her arm with one of his fingers, until he reached a lock of hair that had fallen over her shoulder and tossed it back to join the rest of its flock.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole took a spoonful of her cereal and let her eyes widen with surprise. It was delicious, and she beamed at her hunter before taking another spoonful. She had to admit, it was better than most breakfast food that Dean got her and perhaps it was even a bit more healthy as well. But perhaps what made it great was that she was sharing it with her hunter. She listened at he told her that she had stumbled across a showed “Tom and Jerry”, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the parts she found funny especially the part where the duck and the mouse decided to use the vanishing cream to their advantage on the mean ole pussy cat. She also couldn’t help but do the cute ’awe’ when the duck popped out of the box and sang “Happy Birthday”. She ended up laughing a bit hard when the cat got his revenge at the end of the episode.

“I remember watching this multiple times with my family when I was younger. It hasn’t come on recently but replaced by the new stuff that they call Tom and Jerry. But this right here, the old stuff, nothing beats it.”

She thought that perhaps she had heard a hint of sadness in his voice when he mentioned his family, and she couldn’t help but smile warmly at him. Momentarily forgetting that they were suppose to be watching cartoons and getting her caught up on what she missed while being dead, she settled into the bed next to him. Her bowl nearly empty from where she had nearly scarfed it down while watching the show. She beamed back at him as he moved a lock of her hair back over her shoulder. ”Bishop, I just realized that besides being a hunter, I don’t really know much about you… I mean, that I would like to know, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to…” She tried to breach something she would like to know, but her tone had a bit of fear in it. She was scared that she might have just screwed it up again, not really sure if she would be thrown out shortly or what… Her bottom lip found the comforting spot between her teeth, as she chewed on it in nervousness.

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 386 NOTES: She wants to know more about Bishop…

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[Bishop]

The question kind of caught Bishop off guard a bit; He would have thought maybe her asking for another bowl or to ask to change the channel to find another cartoon that was on, but the question did not bother Bishop not one bit. “ Sure.” He was happy to share his history and his tale with Nichole. Bishop cleared his throat happily and swooped up both bowls that had once held the cereal that they both scarfed down and placed them on the dresser top next to the table. He moved the milk to what space was provided and placed the bowls, before sitting up in the bed sitting shoulder to shoulder next to Nichole. He prompt one knee up close to his chest and the other straight out. He wanted to grasp Nichole’s hand in one of his free hands, but thought that might be crossing the invisible line that was set, if there was one anymore. They both knew how each felt about the other, but Bishop wanted to take it slow for Nichole for the simple fact that she was six months old, even though her mortal body told the tale of a 21 or 23 year old, and she has watched and learned what she knew of the world from up above, but there was no mistaking that innocence that Nichole still held, like she was still untouched by this world.

All this and more passed through Bishop’s mind and he was thankful for Nichol giving him time to get his thoughts together for his tale, even if she did not know that his thoughts were on her, but his mind was working on two wavelengths and like opening the other tab on the computer while surfing the web. Bishop licked his lips before starting.

“Well before I met Abiel, my life was pretty simple. It was my family and me. I had a father who was for the life of me I can’t remember what he did.” Bishop chuckled looking down a little shameful at the fact but just like he was young, the small things like that escape me. He looked up and spared Nichole a shared look and a smile before going on.

“My mother was a Chief, nothing big or fancy but a chief none the less. I had a sister named Missy and we all lived in a two story house in Tampa, Florida. That was where I was actually born and raised, and everything was alright I guess. My mother and Father loved each other very much, I don’t remember every the two fighting, I unlike me and my sister on the other hand.” Bishop laughed and that was how the next hour and a half hour went. With both Nichole and Bishop in bed as Tom and Jerry ended and Ben ten and the next cartoon begin and took the place of its sister cartoon, with Bishop telling Nichole about Saturday mornings watching TV, Missy and himself at each other throats, and him burying her toys in the back yard and blaming the dog that they owned, and Missy tying a string around Bishop’s loose tooth he had once owned and tried to get the blasted thorn in Bishop’s side out with help of a door.

He shared times where he was whooped for leaving his sister in the shed outside in the dark and locking her in, and tales of Christmas pass and other holiday events with the family. Bishop had no problem baring his soul to Nichole like he once had done with Abiel, and during his tale. Bishop hand had somehow found its place in Nichole’s hand his fingers laced with hers.

Than the tale turn for worse, Bishop felt the frog that grew in his throat as his thoughts and the memory tracked along a trail that his walked many times in his mind. He felt the tension in the air grow thick but he pushed on. “Then there was one night years ago, it seems more like a nightmare, well it was a nightmare. One night coming home from a school play, our car hit something at the time we didn’t know what it was. It ran us off the road, without a problem for itself. When I woke I was outside of the car I don’t know how, but I found myself out on the side of rocky road, bruised up, and beaten, but nothing broken. I thought back then that was the worst of it but I was wrong. Whatever that ran us off the road wasn’t done with us yet, it came after me first, it attacked and it was about to get me when a rock the size of my fist smacked it against its skull, ‘Bishop held up his free hand and made it into a fist and shook it slowly to show Nichole.

“I thought it was my father you know the Big Daddy coming to the rescue my superhero dad, but no it was Missy. I remember from my view it was a bit weird I was on my back the rocks and grass biting into me, and I can see Missy in her pink fluffy jacket that she couldn’t leave the house without. Standing there with a bunch of rocks in her hand and in the other one big one ready to throw again.” Bishop paused for a moment to collect himself and to think what if he done something what if instead of sitting there pissing himself he kicked the monster in the balls or something maybe Missy would still be here, but like every poor soul with a past.

Nothing could change what events had unfolded already. “It attacked her, the thing attacked her, and I can hear her scream Nichole, even now when I sleep. I can hear her scream out in pain from it biting and scratching at her,” A shrives of fear, and a shake in Bishop’s voice was that entire changed in Bishop. Nothing on the outside could tell that the Hunter, Nichole’s Hunter was tortured and torn about this still, other than his voice. Bishop had gotten very good at hiding his fear, and his pain from the world. Bishop licked his lips and his eyes casted downwards and stayed there until he finished his tale.

“My Dad, he arrived not that soon later and the beast ran off, we collected my sister and in about an hour we got to a hospital. The Doctors examined my sister and to all our surprise her wounds had healed. All that could even be told of the tale of her being even mauled by an animal was the dried blood, and her tore favorite pink jacket. The Doctors and my parents wrote it off as a miracle. The Doctor’s’ not seeing any reason to keep her overnight. So they gave her rabies shots and other shots that will fight off infections that might appear later, of course none showed. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for a solid month. Not until the next full moon came around.” The frog in Bishop’s throat had grown three sizes larger since he started his tale, and he didn’t know if he could go on, but he must, if anything was to be started between the two of them. She needed to know what monsters hide in his closet and why he hunted.

“After Abiel found me, I learned it was a werewolf that attacked us, and it all made sense why my sister did what she did. That night a month after the attack, for the life of me I don’t know or remember why I got out of bed, but I did. I walked out of my bedroom and walked out to the hallways,” And as he spoke Bishop saw himself there on that faithfully day once again reliving it. He could see the familiar green wallpaper that lined Bishop’s family house walls in Florida.


“I was about to go down the stairs, my room was closest to the stairs that lead to the kitchen, but a noise drew me to my parents room at the end of the hallway. I crept closer to the door without fear, but if I knew what nightmares awaited and that would be etched into my brain for the rest of my life. I opened my parent’s door to see my sister couched in my parents’ bed knee deep in my parents’ entrails and blood. Her hand cupped with one of their hearts feasting into it. I don’t know if I screamed or gasped but my Sister or what was left of my sister turned with those inhuman eyes toward me, and snarled with blood coating her teeth, and what parts of my father or mother still lingering in her teeth as well. It was more than I could say any boy at the age of 11 could handle, but.” Bishop shrugged with not real effort in the matter.

“Um I thought I was next you know, I think I pissed myself I can’t remember.” Bishop gave a dry chuckle sparing Nichole look then found something else in the room to stare at. “But she didn’t attack, she leaped out of the window and ran off and that was the last time I saw my eight year old sister.” Bishop muttered becoming extremely uncomfortable all of a sudden. Bishop unlaced his hand from Nichole’s thinking it might have been a bad idea to share so much on the first night. Bishop swung his legs from the bed and got up with small effort from his hands and as he stood he scratched his head gathering up the bowls and cereal and milk.


“Sorry I’m I shouldn’t have said anything, didn’t mean to drag in bad memories like this on a time that’s supposed to be fun and well less drama and seriousness.” Apologizing to Nichole for bringing down the mood in Bishop Bedroom; His eyes were on Nichole’s before he became uncomfortable once more and his eyes were falsely looking for something that wasn’t there along the floor and bedding. “I’m going to take these downstairs, are you done or do you want seconds, or do you want me to cook something up for you. I can?” Bishop trying desperately trying to change subjects.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole sat there, eagerly listening to her hunter tell her what she wanted to know. She wanted to reach out and take his and in hers, lean against him, just somehow get that feeling of being connected with him back again. She chuckled softly when he told things that she found funny, nodded her head when he got serious, and when he told her about the accident she tried her best to comfort him. But it seemed to be futile, and she totally forgot about the television and that they were suppose to be watching cartoons. She squeezed and tightly held his hand when he laced his fingers with hers, feeling that connected feeling once again. But she had noticed that he was acting the same way he had done when she woke up in the very same bed earlier, and her face fell. She felt like a heel for bringing up wanting to know more about him, and she suddenly felt like she should leave again. Then his tale ended, and he withdrew his hand from hers before he got up putting some distance between the two of them. She was about to get up, and suggest that she go. But then she remembered their promise, and she didn’t want him to think that she left him because of what happened to his sister.

“Sorry I’m I shouldn’t have said anything, didn’t mean to drag in bad memories like this on a time that’s supposed to be fun and well less drama and seriousness. I’m going to take these downstairs, are you done or do you want seconds, or do you want me to cook something up for you. I can?”

The blond wasn’t going to let him leave this room like that, and she was going to apologize to him. She swung her own feet over the side of his bed, not thinking that she might not be able to support herself, and padded over to where he stood. His arms full of the items he brought up, and she didn’t stop until she had her wrapped around his middle. She laid her head on his chest, just so he could clearly hear her. ”I’m sorry for asking. If I had known that just talking about them hurt you, I wouldn’t have asked.” She told him quietly, and drew back giving him his space. This time she was the one darting her eyes around the place, feeling like an ass for causing him pain and hurt by asking him to remember something painful from his past. ”I’m full, Bishop.” She answered his question on if she wanted more food, changing the subject as well. She felt the pregnant silence hung in the air, the unwanted things hanging there, testing them…

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 462 NOTES: Not another awkward misunderstanding… She feels like an ass for asking.

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[Bishop]

Bishop wasn’t sure when Nichole had got her arms around him into a tight hug, but he wanted her there, he listened to her say sorry for asking about his past, reminding him about the promise he just made down stair only two hours ago, reminding him he was no longer alone. His feelings were hers, her pain his, so on and so forth until one of them wanted to end this relationship before it even begin. Than just like it happens suddenly, and without warning it was over and Nichole was telling him she was full. Bishop nodded and gave Nichole a real smile, no false ones that he knew at this point in the game she could see though, nope a real smile and a wink.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to say sorry Nichole. I’ll admit it’s a bit tough to talk about from time to time, but Abiel says it’s good to open up and let go, and since that man has three thousand years’ worth of secrets and demons that eat him alive. It’s a bit pointless to talk to him if you kind of get what I’m saying, but you my angel, I can open up to you, and I thank you for that.” Bishop bowed and gave Nichole a slight bow of his head to show thanks and respect before heading down stairs and placing the bowels and spoons in the dish washer and the milk back in place.

“So how’s Dean been treating you? Yo haven’t told me much about where you’ve been, what you’ve been up to since our troubles in Crossroads. I want to hear about them.” Bishop picked Nichole up as gently as possible twirled once around in a circle before climbing into his bed once more with his back against the headboard and Nichole sitting between his legs.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole couldn’t help the smile tug at the corners of her mouth when he gave her a genuine smile that she had just realized that made her heart skip a few beats, and a wink that sent her knees quaking. She knew that if she ever needed someone to lookout for her, and Dean was not able to do it for some reason, then she knew that she could come to her hunter and he would take care of her. She knew that she can share anything with him, just like he can share anything with her. She really did like him, and he knows it. Just like she knows he likes and cares for her as well. She couldn’t help but finally think of what her big brother, Dean, would do if he found out about them. ’Probably attempt to scare him off or break every bone in his body. He already did threaten to send Bishop to the morgue if he ever used holy fire on me again.’ She thought to herself, and she finally let that full smile form on her lips when her hunter bowed his head and left to take care of the items in his hands.

“So how’s Dean been treating you? Yo haven’t told me much about where you’ve been, what you’ve been up to since our troubles in Crossroads. I want to hear about them.”

The blonde had been looking around his room in his absence this time, trying to learn more about what he likes and dislikes. Not really sure why, but she found it fascinating. So she had her back to the stairway and she turned and smiled at him when she heard him come back. She sort of rushed to him as if he had been gone for weeks, but she was just really glad about them. She held on to him as he picked her up and twirled her around once before situating them on his bed. She leaned back against him, and sighed in content before she allowed her mind to think over his question. ”Well you know what it is like being a hunter. We mostly drifted from motel to motel, hunting. I would help him with his research, and then he’ll go off and leave me to fend for myself as he does the grunt or legwork. I usually just end up watching whatever is on the television after figuring out how to turn it on. And well, you wouldn’t believe how many of those sets were actually turned to a porn channel.” She said and turned to look at him only to give him one of her own smiles. ”Other than that, we really haven’t done much. As for how Dean is treating me, well he is Dean. He has been in full protective big brother mode since Crossroads.” She added with thought, not really sure if she should ask him to teach her or ask Dean. She has shown her brother that she possesses the skills to do the job, but he won’t let her do anything other than research…

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 517 NOTES: She wants to help her brother out in the field, but he is too stubborn to let her…

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[Bishop]

h open ears to his darling Nichole and couldn’t help but feel a ping of guilt and pity for Nichole. She was living a life that all children of Hunters had to go through once in their life. Traveling while there family member is off risking their lives. Even Bishop was untouched by this experience that everyone related to Hunters go through. Abiel tried to give Bishop the life of a normal child but Abiel couldn’t leave him behind from time to time in hotels and such. “Hopefully after a few more weeks or months; Dean can give you some breathing room and let you off on your own. You know teleport in to check up on one Hunter that cares about you dearly?” Bishop flirted raising Nichole’s hand in his own and kissed her knuckles. “We can watch more cartoons, have lunch in bed, or I can take you traveling with the band if you like. All those are possible, you just have to ask and..” Bishop snapped to show it would be just like that. Since Bishop was in charge of security he could let who he wants by and into the RV and parties and etc. Of course it would be very simple to keep her on as a roadie as well, while Bishop was helping with the Tour.

Then Bishop’s thoughts lingered on that of Sam, Nichole’s twin’s brother and already knowing it was way too late to lie about it because he let it show on his face on his concern between Nichole’s and Sam’s relationship. He might as well ask, “ How is your relationship with Sam going?”


Occ- Sorry poor post

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole enjoyed spending time with her big brother, but sometimes she just wished he would include her more in the hunting. She just wasn't any human, she was one that has been dead for many years to only come back with some extra abilities. Did he not know that she could perhaps help him out of a tough, sticky situation? If he did, then he truly is going overboard with the whole under lock and key thing with her. She knew there was a reason she was sent back with these powers, even if it was to help her brothers out. However, it still hurt her that she was denied to grow up with her brothers and she couldn't help it if the smile slipped from her face for a few brief seconds. She wondered if her relationship with Sam would be different if she did, or if her father and surviving family members had remembered her if it would be easier for this whole back to Earth thing.

“Hopefully after a few more weeks or months; Dean can give you some breathing room and let you off on your own. You know teleport in to check up on one Hunter that cares about you dearly? We can watch more cartoons, have lunch in bed, or I can take you traveling with the band if you like. All those are possible, you just have to ask and.. How is your relationship with Sam going?”

She hoped Bishop was right in that regard, and smiled with a blush when he kissed her knuckles. He was sweet, protective, and adorable and that was why she liked him. She nodded her head in answer to his suggestion of what they could do when she visits him in the future, she doubted that Dean would let her out of his sight for long. Unless of course he was busy and barely noticed her gone for days on end. She wasn't his Sam, and just as she thought of her twin her hunter brought him up asking about their relationship. ”Um...” She looked away from him as she tried to explain it to him. ”It is not. I know I screwed up in Crossroads, and I wish I knew how to fix it. I truly do, but I don't know how.” She refused to meet his eyes, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she thought of what else she could add without hurting him by mentioning his sister.

TAGGED: BISHOP WORD COUNT: 418 NOTES: NOT QUITE POOR, BUT GOOD ENOUGH.

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i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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