*//right here hoping , Aubrie

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Well, Chey knew her best friends were all major pains in the ass but she never expected this kind of treatment from Deklan. The boy was just plain mean. Chevrolet Winchester had been raised heavily around the supernatural. While other kids were being told stories of hungry caterpillars and bears that came to life, Chey was getting stories of vampires, demons, curse bags and exorcisms. She had an uncle that had been given the gift to see the future and she had extremely close friends who had powers and studied witchcraft. She wasn’t a non-believer in any sense of the word. She probably knew more about psychics than most psychics themselves did. However to walk past a stall and see some one set up, generally with a scarf around their head and a crystal ball or a deck of cards before them, claiming they could see your future… well those.. Those Chey didn’t believe in. To know of the supernatural wasn’t always the nicest thing and god knows sometimes Chey herself wished that her family and herself had never had to know of it. One of the first things you learn is that as few people as possible should find out what goes bump in the night. Once you know you can’t unknow it, no matter how much you may want to. So it begged the question, if you were a real psychic, why would you put your powers out there for all to see?? Besides… 90% of them if not more were fakes anyway.

After spending twenty two years of her life living by this mantra, Deklan, one of Chey’s best friend who just happened to be the current Winchester house guest, came home with a card. As it was flung at her across the breakfast table, a little giggle escaped the petite brunette. It soon became not so much of a laughing matter when Deklan announced ‘you’re going!’. Like hell did she want to do that!!!! She spent a good while arguing. Raising the extremely good points that even the card looked as phoney as this so called psychic was sure to be and how she didn’t want her fortune told regardless. Then Deklan had to go and lay the ‘I’m worried about you’ card on the table. Guilt much. Heaven knows that Chevrolet had the utmost difficultly getting to sleep the last few months, who could blame her? Everything in her life had been so upside down and she’d never exactly been the poster girl for a good nights sleep. Nightmares were something she’d had since she was still small enough to run through her dad’s legs. But lately, well lately they were just getting worse. Worse to the point she couldn’t remember the last time she slept. Slept properly at least, instead of just an hour or two, a few at the most before she found herself waking up and clinging to the covers for dear life and feeling a sudden urge to call everyone she’d ever met and make sure they were okay.

So, much to the miniature Winchesters chagrin, she was currently walking into a small magic shop located in the mall. The same shop where this ‘psychic’ had set up shop. Chey’s finger tips held the card between them, moving her hands back and forth, bending the card and leaving obvious creases to prove its abuse. Her voice rang through the shop in a less than enthusiastic “Hello?” before Chey began to mutter to herself about having better things to do with her time. While that itself was actually a lie, she probably could have found something. But no, she was here. Let the fun begin?


((note: this is while her brothers are still both MIA and her parent's marriage is on the rocks and stuff. Chey hasn't heard from Ryder in about 7 months and her dad and Ben both enjoy buggaring off on suicide missions.))

[Aubrie Carpathia]

She sensed the young woman's presence before she heard her voice.

Brow furrowing, Aubrie stood up from her table in the back of the store, stepping forward to peek out from the back room that she'd set up shop in. Yep, there she was, a cute young thing, positively exuding incredulity. Great, Aubrie thought, nothing like starting the day off with a skeptic. Sighing and steeling herself, Aubrie stepped out into the shop proper.

"Hello," she greeted the young woman, a warm smile upon her face. Extending a gloved hand to her, Aubrie asked, "I'm Aubrie. May had to leave for a bit, and asked me to keep an eye on the store while she's gone. Are you one of her regulars, or is there something else I can help you with?"

Her deep brown eyes locked onto the eyes of the young woman as she asked this last, for she had already sensed, vaguely, what her intentions in coming here were. So, skeptic though she may be, she still was curious enough to stop in. Good. That meant that there was some hope for her after all.

[Chevrolet Winchester]

The one advantage Chey had on most sceptics was that she knew Psychics existed. It may not have been of of natural means but Chey's own uncle was a psychic. Hell she was here wasn't she? There may have been some sense of force but she was there willing to be proved wrong. She'd been absently looking around the store, mentally noting that some of this stuff could come in handy. Her grandpa Bobby raised her well, they were always prepared and Chey liked to have everything she could possibly need lying around the house. Bobby had even built them their own demon proof bomb shelter one weekend when he came to visit.

The voice that ran through the room instantly caught Chey's attention, her entire body spinning to move towards her and her eyes stuck to Aubrie like glue. As she finished speaking Chey nodded slightly. "Actually I think I'm looking for you...?" Chey's hand moved quickly to her jeans pocket, sliding in and trying to slide the card out of it and reading it quickly. "Are you the, er, psychic?" Why was it all of a sudden Chey felt nervous? Eurgh this was just lame. Stood in the middle of a store stumbling over her own words. Chey wasn't the best at talking to new people a lot of the time. Well new people at least. As soon as you know her, Chey could talk your ear off. But she was far from a social butterfly.

((its crappy but i hope it works!))

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[Aubrie Carpathia]

Aubrie smiled warmly.

Laughing lightly, she replied, "Yes, I suppose I am the psychic, Chevrolet."

It had happened almost as soon as the young woman had begun talking: a rush of names, images, and impressions that that had flooded Aubrie's mind the same way that sounds or smells could assail a normal person. That happened sometimes for her, depending on the amount of mental stress that a person was under, and it seemed obvious to her that this girl was having difficulties of some sort.

"Ummm, please, this way," Aubrie said, keeping her voice soft as she gestured for Chevrolet to follow her. She was still a bit disoriented by what she'd Seen and Felt, and she was trying her hardest to push those impressions aside so that they wouldn't interfere with the reading that was sure to come. Leading the younger woman into the shop's back room, Aubrie indicated that she should sit down at a small, round table draped over with a red, silk clothe. Aubrie then took a seat across from her, folding her hands before her and smiling comfortingly.

"So, Chevrolet, do you mind if I ask what brings you to me?" It was a rhetorical question, really. Aubrie already had a fair grasp of what it was that had brought the girl to her, but sometimes it made the person feel a bit more at ease if they could explain the situation themselves. "Or, if you'd rather not tell me anything before the reading, that's fine as well. I never charge for a first-time visit, so you have your choice of a card reading or a touch-reading, though I must warn you: if you choose to have a touch-reading, things can sometimes get quite intense."

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Well hell. Way to freak her out. The chick knew her name!? Chey’s mouth dropped a little bit and she just stood there like a fish out of water. Chevrolet followed Aubrie as she told her to, practically amazed. That itself could have been a fluke but it still shocked her. Could she actually get some answers? She didn’t know but if she did then maybe this wouldn’t be such a waste of a day after all! She listened intently to Aubrie speaking and bit her lip for a moment. “Honestly, I’m not sure I know why I’m here.” You didn’t have to be a psychic to know this little brunette was stressed. A mere human could see it in her eyes. “Technically my best friend made me come.. Things have just been bad lately.. He thought I might be able to get some answers, some peace of mind.” A sigh escaped Chey and she visibly shrunk in her seat. Her mouth turned up, clearly thinking about what sort of reading she wanted and then she spoke again. “I guess I don’t really mind. I mean, whichever works for you is fine. As I said, I don’t even know what I’m trying to get out of you today so… Yeah, what would you suggest?” She was babbling. Bah, Chey was always babbling. She was a babbler! Ask Chey’s boyfriend, her brothers, her parents.. Anyone would tell you this was typical Chey. The poor girl was practically allergic to making any sort of a decision.

[Aubrie Carpathia]

Aubrie nodded sympathetically as the young woman spoke.

With the words came the subtle, psychic under-tones that she had expected. They were practically flowing out of Chevrolet in her current state of unease and nervousness. Aubrie had seen enough in the girl's mind to know that she was a hunter, or if not one herself than she was deep enough into the "life" to know that people with her own abilities were in fact real.

It made sense, then, that she was so skeptical: when you knew the truth about what was out there, you tended not to believe in the claims of would-be psychics and fortune-tellers. No problem. Aubrie had dealt with hunters before, and was even on good terms with a handful. And the girl was troubled, which made Aubrie even more determined to cut through the nerves and the skepticism in an effort to help her.

"Well, Chey--you do prefer to be called 'Chey' don't you?--I would recommend starting off with a basic cartomancy reading." She gestured toward the deck that sat on the table between them. "This sort of reading is often enough, though its results can sometimes be vague and unclear." At this she stopped, an expression of worry ghosting across her features before being replaced by her previous, warm smile. "If you aren't pleased with the cards' results, we can move on to a touch-reading. This is usually far more accurate, and specific, though as I said, they can sometimes get out of hand. Many of my clients have been frightened off in the past during a touch-reading, before the session was even complete."

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Chey just nodded at Aubrie. She was completely taken aback by the fact this girl actually seemed to have a gift. She even knew that Chey prefered Chey to Chevrolet. Theres only so many times a girl can hear 'like the car?' without wanting to die. "Yeah, Chey, as much as my Papa hates it." She let out a small laugh with that. Dean Winchester seemed to enjoy pointing out it was in fact Chevrolet as much as physically possible. But then it could have been worse, he could have called her Impala. Aubrie suggested a card reading. Again Chey's head gently bobbed along. She was like one of those wobbly dog things, her head just continued up and down and up and down. "Yeah... Cards sounds good." She smiled at her, her cheeks dimpling slightly. "So... what do I have to do?"

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[Aubrie Carpathia]

Aubrie slid the deck of cards across the table to Chey.

This particular deck was one that she'd had for a long, long time. It was pretty ragged, some of the cards creased, their edges frayed and torn, but she hated the thought of practicing with another. She'd been using this deck almost since the beginning, and it was so imbued with her own personal energy that it almost felt like an actual physical part of her.

"Okay, Chey," Aubrie said to the girl, smiling brightly. "All I need you to do is to shuffle this deck, as many times as you want, no rush. While you're doing that, I want you to think long and hard about whatever it is that really brought you here. Think about whatever questions you might have, whatever doubts... Then, I'll take care of the rest, okay?"

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Chey had nodded gently again. She always was a ‘do as she’s told’ type of girl, sometimes to her disadvantage. Gently reaching out a hand, Chey took the deck of cards into her hand, smiling as she looked down at them. She noted the fact they were battered and frayed but found it not only humorous but cute. Chey was the same way, she had this old notebook she’d had for years and it was the only thing she could write songs on. Give her a different notebook and it wasn’t the same. It was leather bound with a note from her dad on the front page. Sure over the years she’d added pages to it but it was the same book. She swore one day she was gonna look away and all the pages were going to fly away. Even the ones that originated in the book had become unattached. Chey gently shuffled the cards but all she could think about was the confusion in her brain, which was why she was there to be honest. All she wanted was some peace of mind. She placed the deck back down and then looked up to Aubrie with questioning eyes.

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[Aubrie Carpathia]

Taking a deep breath, Aubrie closed her eyes, picked up the deck, and laid out the cards.

For this reading, the fortuneteller decided to go with the original gypsy spread: that is, twenty-one cards laid out in three rows of seven; one row for the past, one for the present, and one for the future. This was only one of the many spreads she used, and truthfully she preferred the simple nine card reading, but something told her that she'd need a bit more detail to convince Chey that her powers were in fact genuine.

Immediately, before she even went about the actual reading, Aubrie was bombarded with sights and sounds, images and memories, both glad and sorrowful, and it took every ounce of her control to finally begin. Slipping the glove off of her right hand, she let it hover over the top row of cards as her eyes opened up and stared straight ahead, glazed over like a blind persons'.

"These seven cards," she began, her voice sounding as if it were coming not from her mouth, but from some great distance, "they represent your past, Chey. It is fitting that we begin there, for events from this period in your life are tied to what may happen in your future." Now, Aubrie began to put the random, scattered images that she saw into words...

"You experienced Hell, as a child," Aubrie said, somewhat wistfully. "But that is not to say that you had a bad childhood... rather, in some way, you actually experienced the horrors of Hell. And these memories, they still haunt you, your dreams... Many years have passed, but nothing has seemed to dim their vividness..."

Letting her hand drift to the right a bit, Aubrie continued.

"There are more recent events, though, that will have significant bearing on your future. You have made mistakes, Chey, as has everyone... Yet from one of these mistakes came something good, something that you were forced to give up, though your heart bled from it..."

Aubrie furrowed her brow, seeing many other things from the girl's past, but knowing how to filter out those things that would be important to her from those things that might seem only trivial.

"Now, we will move on to the present..."