Hey guys my name is mage-chan and I love supernatural, I do not own supernatural but I do own my own character. This is my first supernatural story and debating if I should just make it a one shot because I technically don't keep up with much of my stories but I already have 6 chapters done so yeah please review at the end please!

"hey dean, do ya think Sammy will be this small forever" the little girl with light brown hair chirped as she leaned over the crib to look at the cute pink thing inside the caged liked bed. It had been hers when she was younger but now it was used to let her knew friend sleep in. her parents had given it to her friends before Sammy was born, at first she hated the little pink thing, but now it was to cute to hate.

"naa, he'll be taller then daddy" dean said as he leaned over the other side his hair tickling along the side of his cheeks as he continued to look at his little brother with amazement. "Do you think he'll be taller then me" dean glanced up at the little girl who stood opposite him she had a long pony tail and her eyes were the one thing he loved most. They were gold and green something that seemed unnatural to the human eye, but to him they were beautiful, although at the moment he schinched his nose at the thought.

"Probably" dean muttered as he looked away.

"alright you two time for bed" dean looked up to see his mother her long blonde locks playing along her back in her white night gown. "Dean, take Erin to your room please while I tuck Sam in."

Dean nodded as he took Erin by the hand and lead her to his room, his dad was probably asleep after a long shift so he didn't dare go bother him. "Hey dean lets play a game?" Erin giggled as she jumped on the small bed which was covered in little green aliens and space ships, she liked his bed.

"What kind of game?" dean asked a little curious as he crawled onto the bed to face his friend. He watched as she held her arms out. "no" dean protested his lip curled out a bit. Erin folded her arms back over her chest as tears began to form next to her eyes, glossing over with a clear fog color. Dean held out his hands in submission.

"Alright, alright, I'll play stupid patty-cake with you"

"yeh!" she chirped as she held her hands up once more and began to clap her hands together with deans who only groaned as he played the game. After about a minute Erin felt her eyes grew tired from the day she spent with dean and his family. Her parents had gone out of town for a bit and would be back as soon as possible. It was always like this at times, her parents would leave her with the Winchester and take off, but things never changed she guessed. The thought made her sad.

Before long Erin stopped clapping her hands together as she lazily slumped down against his pillow, nuzzling into it more, smelling the familiar scent of grass and football. Dean laid his head down next to the girl as she began to close her eyes. "Hey'er dean?"

"hm?" he muttered as he too began to fall asleep. "If they take me away, will you come and get me?"

Dean's eyes slightly widened at the small remark, but he watched as her breathing slowed down once more, she had fallen asleep. He slowly pulled her hand into his closing his eyes, but before dean Winchester fell asleep that night he whispered five words that would last more then a life time.

'I'll always come back for you"

24 years later

Dean smirked to himself pressing his lips together as two girls walked passed him in those short skirts that he liked so much, especially when they moved a little hire up at the bottom and lower at the top to reveal the black laced string against her thin hips.

"Dean, dean?" Sam took noticed to how his brother continued to eye the asses of every woman in the bar, except the ones that didn't look easy to pick up, that was his brother for ya. Jessica had died 2 years ago a few days after their father had gone missing, that's how it all started. His brother had come to ask for his help for only a few days turned into almost three years. It would be three years soon, but even Sam knew dean didn't have much time, especially after that deal was made with the cross roads demon. His brother had 1 year to live now it was only 2 months. But after that long time he began to pick up on his brothers few favorite pastimes'.

"Huh, what…?" he quirked an eyebrow as his brother shook his head. "can you please think with your upstairs brain for once" dean gave his brother a I'm hurt look before he turned back in his seat. Sam continued to type fast on his computer as he looked up different folk lore for the thing they were catching. At the moment they were in a small town in north Minnesota. It wasn't known by the bigger cities but apparently a lot of animal attacks had been occurring as of lately. 4 victims apparently had been killed in the last 2 days and seemed to have been torn apart by some sort of animal.

"hmm, I guess this towns has a lot of history when it comes to skin walkers." Dean took a quick sip of his beer before he pulled his chair closure to Sams his eyes looking over at the computer screen. It had many different symbols such as ancient Native American symbols used in the 1600s. "Skin walkers huh?" dean questioned "that's a nicer way of saying werewolf' he stated as he took another sip, Sam shook his head at his brother.

"That's not necessarily true, werewolves are actually completely different. Werewolves are technically fiction stated to only be bitten by one animal, a wolf. But a skin walker is basically a man or woman who can take the shape of any animal or person for that matter." Sam looked back from his computer to his brother, who was giving him his usual funny look.

"Man…no wonder you can't get a good lay." Dean smirked as Sam shook his head once more. "So where too next?"

"Well the first attack was out near the old wedged road, then the second near the river, and the last 4 victims which are the most recent victims happened in the last 2 nights. And these attacks happened near an old house off the old wedged road."

"are you sure it wasn't a werewolf?" dean asked once more as he pulled the newspaper from the table opening it up to the second page. "Um...Ya sure why?" dean handed the paper to his little brother who looked at the top of the column where dean had read. "it was the beginning of the full moon, two nights ago."

"well that would explain the animal like attacks, but it still doesn't make any sense though because the first victim died in 1999, the other 2002, and this these 4 in 2007, the pattern still doesn't fit though there's a new moon every few months so it doesn't explain why so many years past before an attack actually occurs. Then all of a sudden, just a recent change in the pattern. It doesn't make any sense. And technically no hearts were taken"

Dean solemnly shrugged his shoulders before he stood from his seat his eyes wondering back to the two girls with the short skirts. Eyeing them as he licked his lips, but Sam knew that they had to leave soon, night would be falling soon.

"come on dean, we have a job to do." was all Sam said as he put his laptop away and began to head out side dragging his brother with him. "Ah man, come on lighten up will ya."

After all the hunts that they had went on together dean still had to do something or someone at least. He didn't know why dean did the things he did but if it made him happy.

Sam shook the image out of his head as they both jumped into the black impala. Dean rimming the engine as they headed towards the last place the last victim had been killed at.

"Maybe they hunt on rare accessions I mean maybe they feed more on animals then humans, but sometimes they slip up"

"like on those reality TV shows?" dean asked as he turned into an old road where the 3rd victim was found, near an old mansion home and seemed abandon. "What's it called, celebrity rehab"

Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers example for a werewolves slip up. But it made since, everyone made slip up all the time so it made since for a werewolf to make a mistake, but this werewolf didn't just slip up this one was killing now 2 people a day and probably would kill 2 more that night.

Dean pulled up next to the old abandon mansion looking to the side to see an abandon house "that look house is probably pretty old."

"Yeah it probably belongs to the werewolf" dean looked at his brother. "Do werewolves live for eternity?" Sam slight nodded. "Yeah, well they age, but they can live longer then humans, well that's the theory anyway."

Both dean and Sam existed the car, shutting the door as they made there way to the back of the impala. Pulling the trunk open to reveal many different weapons such as knives, shotguns, rifles and etc. "so what's the drill this time? Wooden stake, holy water?" Sam asked as he pulled his favorite pistol and shotgun opening the barrels to examine them.

"no, dad usually said a shot to the head always finished the job" dean as he pulled out his favorite hatchet, which was made of pure sterling silver.

"well then, lets do this" Sam grabbed a shot gun, placing 2 silver bullets inside while he placed the other silver rounds in his coat. It didn't really matter if they used silver or not as long as they shot the skull the werewolf would be killed instantly. They slowly paced towards the mansion, dean leading the way, while Sam held the rear.

"so what makes you think it'll be here?"

But before Sam could answer that question they heard the familiar sound of a wolf howling at the exposed moon above them.

"does that answer your question" dean didn't respond as they entered into the old warn down building. The smell of wet dog was the first to catch there attention, and for some reason the smell of blood was not really as strong as it was outside. Dean nudged his brother as he spotted 4 slashes along the old floor, although the smaller slash marks along the old stair case and walls caught his eye.

"Hey do these things you know….."

"Mate?"

"Yeah" dean stated as he pointed his flashlight down the hall while Sam pointed his into the leaving room on the left hand side. There were chairs torn and trashed on the floor with a couch on the far side with holes and moss along the sides of it. Even a tree was growing inside the abandon house.

"I mean these claw marks" pointing his light at the smaller marks on the wall. Letting his fingertips brushed against the scared bar. "there not the same ones that were on the victims, there actually smaller."

"Well technically werewolves are humans that transform mostly during a full moon, but some times they can transform at will. So it wouldn't be really a surprise if there were little one around."

"well now all we need is a sexy ass vampire named selen in a leather one peace and take out these puppies."

As usual his comments went unnoticed to sam as they walked down the hall past the side stair case, moving slowly through the trashed house. Sam glanced back behind him as if he heard something. Dean looked to the right hand side his gun pointed in front as the flashlight shined into the kitchen.

"dean, I think we should get out of here?"

"why" dean asked as he turned to face his brother who had a grim expression on his face. Suddenly the smell of wet dog hit them hard as a loud growl came from above them. Both dean and Sam looked immediately as they looked into the face of a wolf, but the body of a man above as its claws dug into the wall holding it in place.

"run!"

Sam yelled as he pushed dean away from him as the demon leaped to ground. dean was forced into the kitchen door entrance while Sam pushed himself back against the wall as the werewolf began to fully stand on its hind legs revealing its long strong muscled back underneath the black fur. Its arm muscle flexed as he cracked its claws.

"that's no puppy" dean snorted as he pulled his pistol from his belt and pointed it at the demon whose golden eyes glared at dean.

"see ya later hair ball!' dean fired the silver bullet at the creature but just as it left the casing the demon dodged to jump out straight into the wooden wall breaking it with e's, but instead of turning around to face them, it continued to run its way back into the forest forgetting that two hunters were after it.

"What the hell was that"

"I don't know but I don't think we're done here" dean stated as he pulled his pistol up in front with his right hand while the other held the flashlight against it. The light pointed back down the hall at the door which held a shorter figure, but its hind legs and hairy built form did not go unnoticed by the brothers. Except this one seemed different then the other as their lights revealed the brown reddish coat. Sam pulled his shotgun up so that both brothers stood next to each other ready to fire at this werewolf.

"dean this ones different?"

"no kidding Sherlock, but 2 werewolves makes it even more better" dean grinned as he kept his gun on the smaller werewolf.

The wolf breathed in heavily as if waiting for the two brothers to shoot first before it made a move, but Sam and dean watched for a moment taking in its full height and debating how powerful this one would be compared to the other they had seen only a moment ago.

Before Sam and dean could contemplate on what to do next they heard soft little moans and howls from up stairs, Sam instinctively moved the shot gun over deans head and shot up at the stair case.

"AAAH!" the wolf rawred as it leaped for the brothers, dean quickly nudged Sam out of the way as he shot the pistol once more hitting the creature in the shoulder but it didn't stop as it ran straight for Sam.

"nooo!" dean yelled as he pushed in front of Sam so that the wolf collided with him instead pinning him to the wooden wall behind him. Sam gasped as the wolf pushed him aside to the ground, causing a slight scratch on his forearm.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as he reached for the shot gun, but the gun was pinned down by the werewolves back legs as it stood tall, its claws grasped around deans throat.

"sorry. I don't date wolves…" dean said as he secretly pulled the silver knife from his jacket pocket and slashed at the arm that held him in place, causing a burning sizzle to come from the wolf. The wolf moaned, howling in pain as it backed away from dean. As it moved back, sam went and pulled the shotgun once more and pointed it at the demon, but it was gone. Dean landed flat on his ass, his back against the wall.

"where did it go…?" Sam asked as he looked towards the hall and back towards the kitchen and extra closet room. Dean glanced down the hall and saw no signs of it, but at the moment his vision began to blur. He knew he was bleeding from the back of his head before the hot liquid moved down his neck. The demon had used a lot of force to pin him to the wall and if he had been anyone else, he'd probably have a broken neck.

"dean you okay?" Sam asked as he kneeled slowly wanting to go to his brother, but knew better to wait for the wolf to reappear. Dean was currently sitting in the open while Sam laid hidden in the corner.

"how do you think I'm doing?" he snorted as he tried to move his neck still sore from the impact, but he slowly knelt up as did Sam.

"dean I think we're way in over are heads here…." Sam stated as he glanced back through the kitchen while dean kept his eyes on the hall way. "We're way in over our head, there's not one but two werewolves and we got our asses kicked by the smallest of them."

Dean groaned as he tried to stand up straight, but he leaned back against the wall that had been where the first wolf had jump through. His body still struggling from the impact for some reason.

"like that will stop me" Sam watched as his brother continued to lean against the wall but moved to head towards the main door with Sam keeping his back against his brother.

Dean immediately heard the nose once more but didn't fire as he glanced up the stair case to see 2 little kids. One looked to be only 3, a girl while the other held onto her hand. a 2 year old boy, with his thumb in his mouth. Dean took notice to the fur pelt wrapped around their small forms.

"what the…?" but they soon paused a low growl emitted from behind them.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled as the wolf crouched down on all fours its teeth bared at Sam and dean as there backs faced the front door. Not holding back Sam and dean shot at the demon their bullets colliding with its chest and leg. But before either of them could react it quickly leaped onto the side of the wall and went straight for dean once more. The smell of dean's blood from the cut behind his head had been memorized and now it wanted to taste the metallic liquid as it pushed Sam aside its claws scratching his broad chest forcing him to collide with the wall and door frame. Dean didn't even have time to react as the wolf grabbed him once more and threw him into the leaving room. He groaned as he collided with the torn up furniture a wooden stack piercing the side of his thigh, causing more blood to fill the air.

Dean tried to move, but the pain in his leg was to much. He gasped for air knowing he broken a few rib cages as he watched the wolf stock towards him. Oh but dean wasn't going down with out a fight as he reached for his silver machete that he had placed behind his back under his jacket but at the moment he couldn't even reach it. "Damn it!" He felt his vision go black his head lolling back against the board.

"rawer!" Sam watched helplessly as he dragged himself to look at the wolf hovering over his brother. Its mouth foaming with saliva as its teeth went to pierce at his brothers' face.

(BANG!)

Sam immediately flinched at the sound of the shotgun being fired, but the gun wasn't his own. He quickly turned to the sound as a dark hooded figure stood in the door frame. Their arm held a long silver cased shot gun with the upside down star placed on the Handel, just like the colt. Sam turned to see the wolf still hovering over deans limped form, its teeth bared as it growled menacingly at the hooded figure.

"let him go" the voice didn't belong to a male, but a female. He couldn't see the face of their saver, but the way her stance was held, he knew that he and dean might have a good chance of getting out a live.

The demon wolf growled manacling as one of its claws moved to press against deans chest piercing only an inch of his claw against his shoulder. dean gasped causing the figure to move swiftly as she held the shotgun straight at the adult wolf. Pulling out a small pistol from the front of her jeans so that it now pointed straight at the 2 children up stairs. "don't make me repeat myself"

The wolf growled as it removed her claw from deans chest, but still hovered over him. For a moment it seemed as if the werewolf and the figure were speaking with each other. But at last the woman nodded as she moved to stand in front of Sam, who slowly stood up, his back pressed against the wall while the hooded figure pressed her back against his chest. Her guns still pointed at the wolf and the children as it moved towards the hall.

Sam watched as the wolf stared at the hooded figure with so much intensity. Its eyes piercing into his but he felt no fear from the figure in front of him, but he could feel how even her breathing was, her shoulders flexing with each breath against him.

"take your cubs and go upstairs, while I and my comrades take our leave" Sam watched as the wolf stopped in front of them, its eyes only 3 inches from the barrel of the shot gun. But he watched as the creature growled as if it were talking to the figure once more. "I'm here hunting something else not you and your cubs, I'll leave with nothing but these two."

The demon slowly turned its back on both of them and headed up stairs. Sam watched as the children walked into the moon light revealing 2 small cubs instead of children. quickly they leaped to another room upstairs, leaving them in silence.

Sam didn't move until the figure moved a few feet forward her guns still pointed up stairs. "go check your brother" Sam nodded as he went straight to dean, who have fallen unconscious from the blood lose. Not knowing what to do, but to get his brother to the quickest hospital. Sam pulled his brother in his arms and headed towards the door finally able to see the figure that still stood in the Same position.

"We need to get him to the hospital" Sam stated noticing the familiar tight leather jeans and black tank top with the leather long trench coat.

"Get him in the impala" was all she said before she moved backwards with Sam following her to the black car. Sam quickly placed dean into the back seat, the figure jumping into the back with his brother as he went into the front. Rimming the engine loudly Sam quickly took off down the abandon road till they hit the highway heading back into town.

"Head back to the hotel" stated the hooded figure as she placed dean's head into her lap. Sam glanced back and forth into the rear view mirror.

"What, NO we have to get him to a hospital."

"Don't argue with me, Sam"

Sam paused as he looked into the figures eyes, they were a piercing gold color, her eyes meant business and he knew better then to question her for some reason.

(How does she know my name?)

10 minutes later they had placed dean on top of his bed, his face slightly pale from the amount of blood loss, but luckily the figure had wrapped it up so that he wouldn't lose anymore.

"so now what do we…" but before Sam could continue he watched as she took a knife from the inside of her boot. "what are you doing" he was about to protest but watched as she slit her wrist the blood sipping from the wound as she kneeled next to dean.

"You have to drink dean" was all she said before she placed her cut to his lips but he still didn't move to do what she asked. Instead of waiting any longer the girl placed her cut to her own mouth making a sucking sound before she moved her arm away from her mouth once more and placed a hand behind his head to pull him closure to her. not waiting even a second longer she placed her lips against his. Sam slightly blushed as the woman kissed his brother her tongue visible as she pried his lips apart.

Dean moaned as he felt something hot press against his lips. Their lips prying his open to force something warm down his throat. He could taste the familiar metallic taste that he tasted every time he had a busted lip, but he didn't complain as he felt their fingertips scrape against his scalp. Of course the feeling of their tongue pressing against his own was the one thing that kept distracting him. He groaned at the feeling of his attacker pull away from him, his breathing staggered as he looked up into the woman's face.

"Hello gorgeous." He whispered against the woman's lips as he looked up into gold color eyes. He immediately knew it was a female do to her breast pressed up against his chest. He felt his body beginning to work once more, his head didn't hurt, and his leg began to gain feeling once more. He took in a deep breath, glad he could finally breathe.

"Dean?" Sam gave his brother a questioning look as his brothers' eyebrows rose. Not remembering much of anything other then the wolf leaning over him, pressing its claw inside his shoulder, which didn't hurt anymore. The figure leaned back, her hand still placed behind dean's neck as she placed her other wrist against his lips. "Drink"

Sam wanted to protest but he didn't as he watched his brother lick the cut of the figure, letting his lips clasp around the wound, causing a hiss to escape her lips. Slowly he began to move his hand up to grasp her forearm as he continued to drink her blood. Sam felt uneasy, but he moved towards his brothers damaged leg, noticing that the hole that had been caused by the wooden stack was now healed and gone, not even a scar remained.

Dean sucked slowly on the wound tasting the rich blood that entered his mouth, but the sound of her racing heart beat caught his attention. Pulling away, dean leaned his head back against the bed looking up into the covered face of his savior.

The figure watched as dean raised his hand to push back her black hood to reveal her dark brown locks that had a tint of red at the base. Sam took noticed to her creamy like colored skin that resembled Jessica, but her eyes were the one thing that he was mesmerized by; they were a bright gold and green color. Dean caressed her cheek watching as she placed her hand against his. rubbing her thumb slowly against it.

"He'ya handsome" dean smirked as she leaned against his hand.

"Nice to see you again…Erin"

" Erin?" Erin glanced back at the younger brother; a soft smile graced her lips as she stood from the bed her hand releasing deans. Sams eyes widened as he looked up and down the girl he had known since he was little.

Her father had been one of the great hunters and had taught there dad everything he knew, and of course they learned from her as well. She grew up normally until her father and mother had been killed almost 12 years ago leaving her alone. Dean, Sam and their father had left her at Bobbie's house after that day, leaving her to also fallow in her fathers footsteps. Sam remembered the day she turned 15 and came on the road with them from time to time until she turned 18 and left on her own coming to see them now and again. Although there was always tension between dean and their father when it came to Erin.

He couldn't recall seeing her last. She no longer wore baggy cloths like his brother or had the worn out gun. She now wore a black hooded cloak to cover her black leather pants and black tank top, although he could still see the lines of the shotgun placed underneath the cloak and the 2 machetes' that were placed on her sides.

He couldn't help but feel a since of relief as he walked over to the girl and wrapped his arms around her petit body. Erin wrapped her arms around his waist realizing that Sam was no longer shorter then her and dean.

"I hate you tall people" she murmured into his shoulder, but she regretted it after she felt him flinch at the cut he had sustained from the wolf. Without waiting Erin moved Sam to the other bed and ordered him to take off his shirt. Dean raised an eyebrow at the comment.

"Hey, none of that in here" he stated but flinched as he tried to sit up but his body was still sore from the impact. Erin just gave him a glare before she grabbed something from her bag at the foot of the bed.

"Shut up dean and lay back down, before you hurt yourself. I'll take care of your brother"

"Don't take care of him to well" Sam had removed his shirt and threw it at his brother for making such remarks. Erin examined the marks on sams chest noticing that the cut was not deep.

"Here put this on it" she stated as she placed a patch full of alcohol on the wound causing Sam to hiss at the sudden pain. Dean only grinned as he laid back down his eyes feeling heavy again.

Sam continued to press the cloth against his wound as Erin moved to remove her black cloak to reveal the weapons underneath causing both boys to become fully awake. they watched her remove the holster that held 2 guns under her arms, like an officer. How she removed the 2 machetes' from her back and how she removed the knife from her boot.

Dean slightly whistled but was cut off as Erin glanced back at him slowly pulling back on the pistols safety and placing it on the table in front of her.

"I didn't realize you were traveling with dean again Sam?" Sam blinked a few times before he looked back toward the girl, scratch that; she was no longer a girl, she had become a woman.

"Yeah, um, dad had been missing and dean asked me to tag along." Dean and Sam both took noticed to how Erin flinched but continued to clean her automatic pistol. "how long has he been missing, dean?" she asked her fingertips brushing the top of the pistol. Dean glanced back at his brother before he responded. "so you haven't heard?"

Erin stopped what she was doing before she glanced back at the two boys who held grim looks in their faces. "Dad passed away almost a year ago…"

Erin was slightly taken aback by the statement taking note to their grim faces. She may not have been on good terms with the father of the brothers, but she cared if he died or not. Sam flinched at the image of the yellow eyed demon that almost killed them together. How they had found their dad lying dead on the floor and the colt missing.

"Why didn't you call me!" Erin growled as she glared at the two brothers' especially at dean, who also looked taken aback by her statement. Dean went to sit up ignoring the pain in his chest as he too glared at the girl. "Who in the hell do you think you are, telling me off when you haven't been around in…."

"Wait how did you find us?" Sam interrupted realizing immediately a lot of tension lingered between them. But Sam also took noticed to something else, both him and dean had kept a good eye out for those who followed them, so why didn't they notice her. Erin only shrugged as she sat near the window seal. "I saw you at the bar and decided to keep an eye on you."

Dean sighed as he felt his anger resigned from his body, he knew this wasn't the best time to bring up their history especially in front of Sam. Dean glanced back at the girl taking note that she kept a good distance between them both, maybe it was for the best that they didn't stay close. Although the taste of her blood off her lips made him groan.

"But where have you been?, I haven't seen you since I went to college 4 and half years ago." Dean took noticed to how her shoulder blades flexed underneath the black cloth of her tank top, but she continued to glance out the window.

"You two should get some sleep, the wolf got a good scent of your blood, so its probably best you two sleep now." She stated, authority clearly heard in her voice as she pulled one machete from the table and placed it on her lap. "I'll keep first watch."

Sam had token note to her not answering his question and he dared not ask why. From what he remembered before dean and Erin usually argued over silly objects whether it had to do with hunting or with anything else, but when it came to arguing Erin would usually win. But when it came down to it Sam would never cross Erin.

Sam glanced back at his brother, before he put on his shirt once more and turned on his side letting sleep take him. Dean on the other hand, lay on his back, his eyes glued on the woman in his room. His lips parted as if wanting to speak but he dared not too. Not in front of Sam.

So many memories filled him as he remembered the woman that now sat only a few feet away. The ones of her from when they were children, teens, then adults. It now had been two years since he had last seen her, and she had changed over the years. They had experienced almost everything together and now she stood only a few feet away. Apart of him wanted to touch her soft skin once more, to taste her lips, but didn't as he continued to watch the girl until he felt his eyes growing tired, his mind taking him back to the last fight they had long ago.

OH I hope you guys enjoyed the new supernatural I know I will because I love jensen ackles AKA DEAN SMEXY ASS WINCHESTER!.Okay so I know the werewolves introduced are different then the show, but I changed it to mix my own story into it, and I didn't really like the werewolves anyway thought this gave it more kick, but from now on I'll keep a little true to the show promise, let me know what you think please….!