I suspect that Consuela is probably referring to livejournal discussions rather than anything here.
Shrift is right, Morgana. My comment was sparked mostly by my interpretation that John's quest was driven by the need to protect his sons than anything else--I get the sense that a lot of people just think he abandons them because the only thing he can think about is revenge. And I just don't get that as his primary driver.
Honest to god, I wasn't pointing at you or even thinking of our conversation here when I said that. I'm not nearly that passive-aggressive. (Some, but not quite. *g*)
Bloody hell, I'm supposed to be writing other stuff. I should just be glad my muse is waking up.
A couple of brothers have finally found their voices in my head.
I know I should keep these hunt journals purely factual, but, really, the locals don't have any right to be surprised that the indigenous spirits got annoyed when the Mormon settlers plopped down and began digging up the lanqr
Sam stared at the newspaper that had been flung down on top of his laptop. Then he stared up at his grinning brother. He didn't even bother asking.
"Time to hit the trail, little brother," Dean said. "There are naked women in danger."
Sam let his eyebrows do the talking. Dean pulled out the other chair at the motel room table.
"Seriously, there's a job. Four women and two men dead over the past three years, with the common connection being a strip club."
Sam tried to read the paper at the same time he stared at Dean. Actually picking it up might show he was intrigued. "What's it got to do with us?"
Dean leaned forward. "Their brains are all missing. Cool, huh?"
Sam stopped pretending and picked up the paper. Dean pointed to the small News From All Over item. "Woman dead, latest in a series, police persuing inquiries--this doesn't say anything about brains--or a strip club."
"True enough. The rest of it's what Ellen told me. Seems we're the closest hunters she trusts to the action, us being here in Utah and that being in Oxnard, California. She heard about this and put her feelers out. Whatever it is that's been killing in Oxnard has been quiet for nearly nine months."
"But now it's back," Sam said.
Dean nodded. "Now it's back. And the lovely lady dancers are in peril."
Sam really did feel terrible about what he was about to say, but he said it anyway. "Why's it going after strippers if it wants brains?"
Dean's grin got bigger. "We'd better find out, hadn't we?"
Sam sighed and began closing down the computer. Dean jumped up and began packing.
"Oxnard, huh?" Sam said. "There's more than one strip joint in Oxnard--"
Dean looked at him over his shoulder. "You know this for a fact, do you?"
Sam just curled a lip. "Which one are we headed to?"
Dean waved a hand at a notebook by the phone. "Ellen gave me the address. The Fabulous something or other. Shake a leg, Sammy! Our sacred duty calls!"
t dammit, I've got Bones stuff to write, and Spike and the Senior Partners--then there's Career Advancement! I should really stop wishing for stuff to write
SAVE THE STRIPPER. SAVE THE WORLD.
Wasn't the For Ladies Only strip club Xander got marooned at located in Oxnard?
Yep. Only reason I have any idea where Oxnard is.
As soon as I hear Oxnard, I think Pt. Mugu or Port Hueneme, so of course there's all kinds of strip clubs there.
Wasn't the For Ladies Only strip club Xander got marooned at located in Oxnard?
And then Our Heroes could go undercover (so to speak), right? Right? I mean, we've seen that Xander has virtually no ability to move with any rhythmic grace to music, and Dean and Sam are pure poetry in motion. If For Ladies Only was willing to have Xander dance for them, they'd be thrilled with Dean and Sam! (And I, personally, would be grateful beyond all measure.)
