Chapter Six: No Matter the Wreckage
"People find their path in the strangest of ways."
Natasha was near hysterical as she got as far away from Castiel as she could. Aiden shielded his girlfriend reaching out to give her something to ground herself with. He had seen her in action when she allows herself to see what other people sees. It takes a lot out of her as she struggled with what she had seen. She grabbed Aiden's hand taking a deep breath.
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean demanded. "What'd you do to her?"
"She knows not what she's seen," Castiel retorted. "You foolish child, meddling in the affairs of Angels."
Before anyone could react Castiel moved swiftly, breaking the hold that Hailey had over him and sending her sprawling across the room. Hailey hit the far wall of the kitchen with a thud before falling to the ground.
"Just tell us what's going on Castiel," Hailey pleaded.
"I can't," Castiel retorted. "I have my orders."
"You came here knowing what would likely happen," Missouri replied.
Conflict warred on Castiel's face as he looked at the people in the kitchen.
"Cas, you can trust us," Dean replied. "Please."
"Crowley is partnered with one of the archangels," Castiel finally said. "They are the reason why the dead rise once more."
"Crowley?" Sam demanded. "The demon, Crowley?"
"Pretty sure that's who he meant, Sam," Aiden scoffed. "It's not that common of a name."
Sam shot his brother a harsh glare, looking like he was ready to offer a biting retort. Dean, having sensed an argument in the making chose to cut it off at the source.
"A demon's raising hunters?" Dean scoffed. "Yeah, right, Cas. That makes loads of sense."
"Nothing happens accidently, Dean," Castiel retorted. "If you don't see where they are going with this, you soon will."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Dean demanded. "We need some answers here."
"What you need, Dean Winchester, is not to concern yourself with the affairs of Angels."
Before any one could respond, the Angel vanished on the spot. Everyone exchanged startled glances looking between Hailey, Natasha, and Dean.
"What was that?" Aiden asked.
Aiden still held Natasha cradled against his chest. The clairvoyant, for her part, was still crying quietly. Sensing that she was not up for the third degree, attention shifted to Missouri Mosley.
"I'm not sure what Natasha saw," Missouri confessed. "I only caught flashes of death and destruction. The Angel's are up to something and it has something to do with Lucifer and the prophecies you Winchesters are caught up in."
"So, there's no coincidence that our parents are suddenly alive?" Sam scoffed. "How surprising."
"There's no coincidence in this life," Charles reprimanded. "But until we have an idea why exactly people are getting resurrected willy nilly like there's no sense in driving ourselves crazy over it."
"Charles is right."
The door to the kitchen had opened only a moment ago as heads turned to look at the newcomer. It was Mary Winchester, with John on her heels. They both had the sharp senses of a hunter, which is why they hadn't missed what happened. It was bizarre for everyone involved that the Winchester family was together in its entirety. Something that hadn't happened in nearly twenty years.
The kitchen had fallen into an uneasy silence, broken only when Ellen threw herself into Mary's arms. Mary stumbled back before returning the hug with equal force. Soon both woman had dissolved in a flood of tears. Ellen and Mary had grown up together, both born into hunting families and sharing that burden of responsibility together.
When Mary broke away from the hunting world, the two had drifted apart. There had been many arguments between the former close friends before they stopped speaking. Then they were only told of what was going on in one another's lives through Mary's sisters: Tess and Trixie. Mary had died before either woman could salvage their friendship. That burden had rested on Ellen's shoulders for years. Seeing one of her closest friend's alive had done wonders for Ellen's morale. Hell, seeing all the kids as well as John and Mary Winchester had given Ellen hope where she was beginning to lose it. When death clung close, hope tended to be the last thing on anyone's mind.
A few minutes later, Dean managed to catch his sibling's eyes tilting his head towards the back door. Getting the message the all slipped out of the kitchen and on to the back patio. Dean came out last, shutting the door behind him as he made sure that everyone else was still in the kitchen.
"What's up, Dean?" Hailey asked.
"Did Castiel seem sketchy to you?" Dean replied. "He talking the way he did when he first popped up."
"You think Heaven reprogrammed our angel?" Aiden wondered.
"It would make sense," Hailey shrugged. "He was never quite forthcoming but he's never been this much of a dick before."
"Other than to Sam anyway," Aiden snickered.
"Shut the fuck up, Ad," Sam groused.
"He looks scared," Hailey said redirecting the conversation back to the topic at hand.
"I don't want to meet the thing that scares an Angel," Aiden grimaced.
The Winchester siblings all shuddered. Angels were warriors of god, had seen what the world was like before God created man. If Castiel was scared of something than they ought to be wary as well.
"Why would a demon and an angel work together in the first place?" Sam wondered. "Last I checked they smote first and asked questions later."
"Better question, why are the people they're resurrecting all hunters?" Dean replied. "That is in no way a coincidence."
"No, it's a pattern," Hailey agreed. "One that we have to investigate further. We're all out of our depth."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Hay," Aiden sneered.
Hailey simply shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "What can we do?"
"Time to hit the books," Dean sighed.
"We should go to Bobby's," Hailey suggested. "If anyone has the background on this shit show he would."
"The man does have a lot of books," Sam agreed. "But, he's in the living room with everyone else."
"He gave us keys to the place," Dean shrugged.
"Yeah and I'm sure he'll love us rifling through his stuff when he's a few states over."
"That leads to an important question," Aiden interrupted. "How are we gonna get past the others?"
"Should we really be keeping anyone out of the loop?" Hailey wondered. "This impacts both our family and the Whitman's."
"Hailey has a point," Dean frowned. "There are also our parents to consider."
"We're not orphans anymore," Aiden laughed.
"Yeah, but we're not kids anymore either," Hailey protested.
"Has that ever worked with Dad?" Dean scoffed.
"The man was barely around," Sam sneered.
"And now mom's back," Hailey sighed. "Who knows how things are gonna end up now."
"Our lives are fucking weird." Aiden complained.
Noises of agreement followed the complaint as the siblings stood in a half circle. Not knowing what the next course of action was beginning to frustrate the youngest Winchester. She could feel herself getting restless before she finally announced, "I'm taking a walk."
"Hails, it's not safe," Dean protested.
"Story of my freaking life," Hailey mumbled.
She waved a hand dismissively pulling up the back of her sweatshirt to reveal a gun. She also had three knives, one silver, one iron, and one that was just for throwing. Hailey had learned her lesson about not being fully prepared the hard way, now she never left without something to protect herself with. Besides that the Whitman grounds were protected with nearly every mark that a hunter could use for protection.
Hailey was mildly surprised that her brothers did not put up more of a fuss as she wandered off. And she was especially surprised that one hadn't followed after her. Hailey was twenty years old, after all, but that had never stopped her brother's from being over protective before. Not that she was really going to demand a shadow; she didn't want it. Her thoughts were racing enough as it was.
She couldn't believe that her parents, both her parents, were alive. It seemed almost too good to be true. In fact it probably was; an Angel and a Demon working together was not only unprecedented but also dangerous. If they had found a mutually beneficial partnership, the whole world could be at risk. Once again the Winchester's were caught up in it.
Hailey could scarcely imagine how her life was going to change from her on out. She was in a new body and no longer an orphan. How would the family work together? Would her mother rejoin the 'family business' after she had fought tooth and nail to get out of it some thirty years before?
The Youngest Winchester was so caught up in her own thoughts; she didn't even notice that she had gone off the Whitman's property. Hailey felt the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, which was the only warning she had that she was no longer alone. A girl, maybe a year or two younger than her suddenly appeared directly in front of Hailey.
"Who the hell are you?" Hailey demanded, iron knife already in her hand. It wouldn't give her the safety of distance that a rock salt round afforded her, but it could do in a pinch.
"You can see me?" The girl retorted.
Hailey tilted her head, taking in the girl's appearance. While she looked solid, her attire was no from anytime this century. The girl was wearing her hair in a tight bun with a dress covering her from neck to toe. It was a plain gray dress one that would fit in with a renaissance festival.
"You're dead," Hailey whispered.
"Yep," The girl replied. "You're not."
"Who are you?"
"Katie," The girl replied. "Well, Katherine. Katherine Colt."
"Colt?" Hailey repeated. "As in Samuel Colt."
"The very same," Katie grinned. "We would've run in similar circles I'm guessin'."
"You're a hunter too," Hailey smiled.
"Behind the scenes, yeah," Katie shrugged. "I heard your thoughts, Hailey. This has happened before."
"When?" Hailey demanded. "What happened? Who's doing it? Why?"
"The answers are in my brother's journal," Katie stated. "I'm bettin' that it's the same demon's handiwork too. Crowley, a crossroads demon. He gets a bit high and mighty every few centuries."
"There's angels involved," Hailey whispered. "Lucifer walks the earth."
"Lucifer will be dealt with in his own time," Katie said. "Raphael, the arch angel is the one you have to worry about."
"He's behind all this?" Hailey replied. "Why?"
"A soul is worth more than you know," Katie explained. "The more souls the stronger whoever owns them gets."
The spirit began to flicker, fading in and out. "Find my brother's journal." Katie ordered. And just like that she vanished from sight. Hailey waited a few moments to see if she'd be coming back. When it was clear that she wasn't, Hailey continued her walk, suddenly having a lot more to think about. Though if Katie was actually telling the truth then they might just be able to get on top of things. If something like this had happened in the past, then it was clear that someone had put a stop to it once.
Getting out undetected was proving to be easier said than done. Everyone was on edge and it was beginning to wear on Hailey's nerve. She had managed to pack her duffel bags without anyone realizing what she was doing.
She was going down to the media room to find Darren when Dean came around the corner.
"After everyone's asleep," Dean muttered, continuing on his way as if he hadn't spoken.
Hailey still wasn't sure that leaving without telling anyone was the best option. However Dean was the one who called the shots, so she would defer to him. Hailey made her way into the media room, sitting next to Darren as they watched whatever movie was on television. Alex and Marley were sitting on the other couch. It was quiet as people trickled in and out. Inevitably a football game was put on. Still not interested in any sports, she excused herself. She was getting changed into a baggy tee shirt and a pair of sweat pants.
"What's going on, Hails?" Darren asked.
Hailey jumped in surprise not even hearing Darren come into the bedroom. She pivoted on her heel not even trying to hide the fact that she was packed and ready to go.
"My brothers and I are heading to Bobby's," Hailey explained. "We may have a lead."
"And you're not going to tell anyone?" Darren questioned.
From the sound of his voice the question was rhetorical. Hailey sighed already knowing that Darren disagreed.
"What am I supposed to do?" Hailey grumbled. She tried to keep the frustration out of her tone and by Darren's stubborn look she had failed in that.
"You're not the only ones affected, you know," Darren shrugged.
"I know that," Hailey responded. "But we have to figure out how and why. I mean my father's alive? And my mother? Fucking hell, Dare, I never thought I'd see my mother and yet she's in your kitchen talking to your parents and my dad like nothing had happened. What could this have caused? What ripples did this set?"
"My brother and sister are suddenly alive," Darren retorted. "And so are you. Why are you looking at all this like a bad thing."
"Because I doubt we just got lucky," Hailey growled.
She runs a shaking hand through her hair, agitation written in her stance and the way she seems to be shaking. As if she doesn't know whether to flee or fight. What Samuel Colt's sister had said, echoed in her head. If this had happened before, it could be stopped. But they needed information. And if any person had information it was Bobby Singer. They had to find that journal and see how this could be stopped. But, if they did stop what was going on what was to say that the newly living would stay that way?
"I don't want to fight," Darren whispered. "But we can help. You don't have to do these things alone."
"I know," Hailey replied. "I know."
A dozen arguments lie on Darren's tongue. Any and all of them go to the same place, don't leave me out of this. This is my fight too. Sensing her boyfriend's struggles, Hailey dropped the shirt she had been folding into her duffle bag as she walked over to him. Darren snaked an arm out snagging Hailey around the waist, reeling her into his side. She reached up, winding her arms around his neck.
They're both older now. One is in a different body but there is one thing that remains the same. Hailey's loyalty is to her family. Whether it was a born Winchester trait or something that has been trained into her, it remains hard to shake. She loves Darren and the rest of the Whitman family. She loves the Harvelle's, Natasha Colson, Missouri Mosley, and Bobby Singer. Family doesn't end with blood but when push comes to shove she goes with her brothers. It's instinctual. A force of habit. And Hailey can't decide if that what makes her feel guilty. That her boyfriend takes a backseat to the clusterfuck that is her life, or that he seems okay with it. Has the same sense of loyalty she does.
"I'm sorry," Hailey whispered.
She is. She wishes things were different. She wishes that Darren would be the first person in her life. The one she goes to when push comes to shove. But he's not and it bothers her. And what bothers her more is that he isn't angry about it. He's understanding, willing to step aside.
"We don't know how deep this goes," Darren whispered.
"Or how long it lasts," Hailey responds.
Darren stiffened in her arms realizing that she had considered something he hadn't. Had hoped that whatever brought his brother and sister stuck and goddamn if that isn't a rookie mistake.
"You can't leave us out," Darren said sternly.
"Once we find out more we'll bring everyone in," Hailey stated.
"You promise?" Darren demanded.
"I promise," Hailey swore. "No one is taking our family from us. Never again."
The Whitman farmhouse sat on a pretty substantial lot. The backyard was sprawling greenery in all directions. A pond was a little ways down, a pool complete with Jacuzzi was off to the side. It was a cool night, perfectly average. At least it would've been if John Winchester hadn't just come back from the dead. He sat on one of the chairs on the back porch his eyes cataloguing what changed and what hadn't in the time he had been away. To John's side was his wife. Words he never thought he'd think, let alone say again.
"Seems we have a lot to catch up on," Mary finally said.
Once upon a time, Mary was perfectly content to wait John Winchester out. Let him think through what he needed too. Now was a different story.
"You're a hunter," Mary accused softly.
She's furious in a way she never imagined herself being. Her poor babies forced to led a life that she herself had hated. Had run from the second she was able. Fate was a cruel mistress. Mary thinks if only she hadn't turned her back on what she knew, if she had told John what was really going on things might have been different. Should've, could've, would've. It's enough to drive her to violence. Instead she wills herself to calm down, takes the seat next to John, and stares him down.
"You were gone," John replied. "And I couldn't just let that go."
"I wish you had," Mary whispered.
"Never," John hissed. "I found you pinned over Hailey's crib. No one believed me. Thought I was seeing things. Until your sister's came around finally told me what you never did. Why didn't you?"
"Because this is no life," Mary growled. "I hated it. Hated my parents, hated that this world kept me from being normal so I found normal and left it all behind."
"Only it didn't leave you behind," John said. "It found you and left us wide open. Left us weak."
"It's my fault I died?" Mary snapped. "That it? I should've known better."
"That's not what I'm saying," John back peddled.
"We both know that it is," Mary whispered. "I thought I could leave it behind. Be safe but I only put my family at risk, got myself killed. That's something I now have to live with."
"I couldn't let your death go unanswered," John said.
"I know," Mary replied. Her palm rested on John's cheek, her eyes welling with tears.
John's hand rested on Mary's as he locked eyes with hers. Never did he let himself hope for a moment like this. To lay eyes on his wife just one more time. To hold her and now he had gotten his wish. Though whoever saw fit to grant it was no friend of his.
"There's a lot I wish I could change," John confessed. "Raising the kids in this life, them knowing what really lurks out there it's a two sided sword. They're better protected but more at risk. There are a lot of people who wants to hurt them just because their last name is Winchester."
"I know what that's like," Mary replied. "The Campbell family is widely known for the same things. It was why I wanted out. Couldn't ever get far enough."
"Can't fight fate," John sighed.
Mary hummed in agreement. She was nearly overwhelmed with every thing that had happened. Now that she was alive there was no yearning for a normal life, she only wanted her family to be safe. She frowned softly when she had died her babies were young, now they were fully-grown and she had missed a lot. How does she even begin to be a parent when she had been absent for so long?
"They're not going to stay," Mary stated.
"What do you mean?" John responded.
"You know they're not going to stay here," Mary said. "They're going to try to find information."
"They wouldn't leave without me," John stated.
"Sweetheart you've been gone for years," Mary replied. "They're used to dealing with things alone now."
"They'll just have to get used it," John grumbled.
"They're as stubborn as their father," Mary teased lightly.
John grunted in acknowledgement of what his wife had said. He knew that things were not going to go back to the way things were. But, he'd be damned if they just tried to go off without them.
"Where are you going?" Mary asked as John rose to his feet.
"I'm making sure they don't leave without us," John stated.
Mary sighed knowing that her hardheaded husband would probably not wait for their children to readjust to their presence. Instead he was going to bulldoze his way through the situation and take charge. Knowing that softer approach may be warranted, she quickly followed after John.
Instead of confronting either one or all of their kids, John went to the front of the house where all the cars were parked. Mary leaned against the front door's threshold, watching as John popped the impala's hood and unscrewed something. Mary shook her head fondly, remembering how she had almost lost her shit when she sent John to get a family car and he came back with the 1967 impala. John closed the hood before making his way back over to her side.
"Now they definitely won't be going anywhere."
Getting out undetected was proving to be easier said than done. Sneaking out of a house full of hunters would already be a tall order for any one. But with the whole house on edge after the confrontation with Castiel and Natasha's melt down, however warranted it might've been, sneaking out was going to be an ordeal, if they got out at all. Hailey's nerves were fried from talking to her first ghost to the minor argument with her boyfriend, she was beginning to think this day was not going to be going any way in her favor.
Despite feeling that the plan was already doomed from the start, she packed her duffel bags, storing them near Darren's window. After that task she opened Darren's bedroom door, peering around the corner. She didn't see anyone up on this level as it was mostly bedrooms with one communal bathroom. The master bedroom encompassed the entire third floor, leaving Darren, Alex, and Marley's childhood bedroom on the floor she was currently on.
Hailey shut Darren's door behind her, she walked down the stairs taking a right towards the entertainment room. She was half way there when Dean came around the corner. "After everyone's asleep," Dean muttered, continuing on his way as if he hadn't spoken.
Hailey still wasn't sure that leaving without telling anyone was the best option. However Dean was the one who called the shots, so of course, she would listen to him. Hailey made her way into the media room, sitting next to Darren as they watched whatever movie was on television. Alex and Marley were sitting on the opposite couch. They were passing a bowl of popcorn back and forth, sodas within easy reach.
It was obvious a routine between the siblings. She was so happy to have Alex and Marley back. Hailey just had to be sure that whatever had brought them back wouldn't rescind that gift. Castiel told them that an archangel was behind this and he had no reason to lie. However, it had to be one strong angel to pull this. And Crowley was not to be underestimated either. All Hailey knew was that they needed information and they needed it quickly.
Whatever movie was playing on television, Hailey couldn't even begin to say. She curled into Darren's side, watching as person after person turned into the night. The look her father leveled at her as he said goodnight sent up a warning flag. The old man knew that they were up to something, he had to have. Still Dean had locked eyes after their parents had gone up to sleep made it clear that they were proceeding with the plan.
Eventually Darren and Hailey both declared that they were going to sleep. Alex and Marley didn't look like they suspected anything as the young couple made their way upstairs. Darren shut the door behind him looking over his girlfriend.
"You sure you still want to do this?" Darren whispered.
"Worth a shot," Hailey replied.
With a curt nod, Darren let it go changing for bed. He climbed into the center of his bed, not bothering to go under the covers. Hailey joined him curling once more into his side with a sigh. Darren pulled her closer pressing a kiss against her temple.
Hailey didn't know how long she waited for the coast to be clear. Finally she heard the low whistle signaling that they were good to go. She got to her feet, kissing Darren's forehead before she grabbed her duffle bags and opened the window.
"Hailey!" Darren hissed.
Hailey turned around from where she was straddling the windowsill, half in and half out of his room.
"Yeah?" Hailey replied.
"We're on the second floor," Darren pointed out. "We have a front door."
"The floorboards before the stairs squeak," Hailey shrugged. "This is easier."
"You're out of your mind," Darren shook his head.
With a wicked grin Hailey climbed the rest of the way out of the window. She didn't have to look behind her to know that Darren had gotten out of bed to watch her. With a wink, Hailey broke into a run leaping into the tree that was a few feet away from the roof of the house.
"God damn it, Hailey!" Dean hissed loud enough to be heard. But not the yell he would've used otherwise. "That was not part of the plan."
"Relax, Dean," Hailey retorted.
Dean's eyebrows damn near shot off his forehead before he narrowed his eyes. Both Sam and Aiden stood a little ways away watching their sister effortlessly climb down the tree. A foot from the ground Hailey ran out of branches to climb down, and before anyone could say another word, she dropped, landing in a crouch.
"What're we waiting for?" Hailey asked as she walked over to the impala dropping her things in the trunk.
"Just get in the damn car, Hailey Jade," Dean growled.
With a shrug, Hailey opened the passenger door sliding to one end so that Aiden could climb in after her. It took careful maneuvering to not make noise entering the impala. Once everyone was inside, Dean twisted the car keys expecting the car to start up. Instead the impala spluttered the ignition not catching.
"What in the hell?" Dean demanded.
A hand knocked against the window startling the siblings from their stealth mission. Standing on the other side of the car was John Winchester himself. Holding the ignition cap with a furious expression.
"Fuck," Hailey mumbled.
"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" John growled.
"Hey, Dad, fancy seeing you here," Hailey smiled.
"Can the crap, Hailey," John barked. "Where do you all think you're going at this time of night?"
"Just a nice drive," Dean replied.
"With all your stuff?" John questioned. "And a drive that required everyone sneaking out in the middle of the night?"
"Just trying to be considerate to the other people in the house," Dean shrugged.
"That's nice of you, Dean-o," John sneered. "All of you get out of the car."
Knowing that there was really no other choice, the Winchester siblings got out of the impala lining up across from where their father was waiting. The Winchester patriarch for his part was waiting with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
"I want the truth," John ordered. "Right now."
"We're going to Bobby's," Hailey replied.
"Why?"
"Because all the resurrections going on right now aren't coincidence," Hailey stated. "A ghost told me it happened before and the events are in Samuel Colt's journal."
"A ghost?" John repeated. "You can talk to ghosts now?"
"I have all the powers of the Trinity," Hailey whispered. "Telekinesis, elemental control, and I'm a medium, apparently."
"And you're just now telling me this?" John demanded.
"You never asked," Hailey shrugged.
"Say again?" John barked taking a step to tower over his daughter.
"It must've slipped my mind," Hailey responded, not being stupid enough to say what she originally had again.
"Slipped your mind," John repeated. "You mentioned a prophecy you said nothing about abilities."
"You already knew of my telekinesis," Hailey mumbled. "When I was resurrected I didn't have abilities until Castiel gave them back. All of them."
"So a ghost told you this happened before and you decided not only to believe it but go off half cocked. Doing what?"
"To look for Samuel Colt's journal," Sam said. "We figured Bobby might have it or he'd know someone who would."
"And you were what going to break into the man's house?" John snapped. "What not ask him yourself?"
"I don't think we had thought about that," Aiden whispered.
"Yeah, no shit, junior," John groused.
"Enough!" A stern, feminine voice shouted.
John whirled around as Dean, Sam, Aiden, and Hailey jumped. While Hailey was sure that this family disagreement was far from quiet, people didn't normally jump into the fray. When John Winchester was a warpath it was best to get away, not leap into things.
At least that's how it had gone in the past. Now, Hailey realized, as she watched their mother quickly closing the distance between herself and the rest of the family, there was a whole new dynamic at play.
"Mary," John began.
"I don't want to hear it," Mary interrupted. "I told you that they would do this. Now we can all talk about this in the morning. Guys it's clear you're not going anywhere tonight or without us. Now it's far too late for this. Get into the house, and go to sleep."
The Winchester sibling's eyes were round as saucers. In all their plans for how tonight was gonna go. They hadn't anticipated their mother coming in a commandeering the situation. While Sam and Dean had been aware that their mother had no problem pushing their father to the side to take control of a situation, those memories had faded. Now they came roaring back.
"Am I clear?" Mary demanded.
"Yes ma'am," Dean, Sam, Aiden, and Hailey stated quickly.
"Then shall we?" Mary replied.
Hailey couldn't help but still be slightly shocked at what had just happened. Mary Winchester was a small woman but she the same presence of self that both Meredith Whitman as well as Ellen Harvelle possessed. It didn't matter how tall she wasn't, she had a spine of steel. It was clear that things had changed in the Winchester family. While Hailey and her brothers were adults, their parents weren't about to leave them to figure things out by themselves.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for all the reviews last chapter! Keep it up. I did not mean to let the whole month of September go by without an update. RL is kicking my butt and I'm writing live. So, depending on how my muse goes I may or may not get a cushion back. I'm hoping updates won't take more than a month. Anyway please review, let me know what y'all think! It really does feed the muse. And, she's always hungry.