* // FIRST the squirrel... NOW this..... IMZYBEAR!

[Chevrolet Winchester]

There was a chilled wind zooming around Chey with a force as the brunette beauty as she strolled down the streets of Austin. The miniature had spent too much time at home lately, she knew this yet had very little gumption to leave. Her dad apparently decided it was a great idea to go from one suicide mission to the next without a second thought for his wife and children and it was starting to really worry Chey. She knew her dad was a hunter extraordinaire but he wasn’t as young as he used to be. He was taking on hunts for the sake of having something to take his mind off the absence of his two sons but going of without really knowing exactly what he was doing. You’d think after over 40 years of knowing about this sort of stuff you’d know if you don’t have the facts you’re in serious danger once you get there. Hell Chey was only 21 years old but she’d been raised with the stories he himself had told her and that was enough for her to know that what he was doing was seriously stupid. Chey was being the glue that kept her mother, as well as the remains of her family, together. It wasn’t like she was really that strong but she had to try to be right now. Her parents loved each other and they both loved their children completely so with their family scattered all about and not knowing what was happening with them was making their lives difficult.

Today was one of the days that Chey didn’t quite feel like she was keeping it all together. A long time ago a good friend of her taught her that everything could be solved when there was a whisk in your hand so that was now Chey’s plan. She spun the keys to her bug on her finger gently has she headed towards the store, skipping inside and grabbing a basket before heading straight to the baking stuff. Before long Chey’s basket was filled with various things that simply looked scrummy. She had various different mixes, colored frostings, even pie fillings. Usually Chey would do something silly like bake up a storm when she couldn’t sleep at night but this was just to take her mind off it. Hell she might not even wind up baking but the shopping for ingredients had been enough for Chey. She’d taken her basket and went to pay, coming out with big bags full of yummy goodness filling her arms. She had her car key looped over her finger and headed back down the street towards her car.

She was just walking along when suddenly Chey felt a weight on her back and her body flew forward, dropping her bags as the force of another person on her flooded over her back. Watching the bags go flying to the floor and blinked as she turned to see the smiling face behind her. Chey couldn’t not giggle even as she looked to the Imzy-Bear behind her. “Trust you!” She cried out and looked to the burst bag of flour spewing across the floor, followed by a puddle of egg. “Was that completely necessary Imaya?” She was still laughing so YaYa had to know she wasn’t mad at her or anything. “Were you trying to do one up on the squirrel incident? When you have that as a first meeting its always hard to match it!” Once she was Hermit free she bent down to try and sort out the stuff in the bags and make sure there wasn’t anything broken near something that could get ruined and then left the mess of egg and flour on the floor and giggled at her friend. “Quick to the bug before I get told of for littering.” She said, taking up a super hero stance and rushing to her car, hoping her friend was following.

[imaya]

Ah, the smell of exhaust, BBQ and dirty water in the morning. It was a wonder why she didn’t put a stop to her lackluster ways and settle down in this beautiful part of the country. If only wanderlust hadn’t scored her VIP status in most of the South’s posh night scenes, and various cowboys around the country didn’t clear their schedules when she blew into town…

Feh, who was she kidding? If it wasn’t for her girls around town, she’d never get out of her car! Well, except for holidays and family visits, she thought with a grin. Her mother and father were sticklers about not losing contact with their daughter.

So, there she’d been; buying some groceries, scoping out the local clubs and trying to haggle with a street vendor about a really cute bag she’d fallen in love with, when a familiar face popped up amongst the crowd. She’d squinted, sure that she hadn’t seen what she’d thought she’d seen, waving at the vendor to quiet him. She’d stood on her tiptoes and shielded her eyes, just to make sure…

And then attacked. Did Chey really think that she could go a day without getting attacked by her favorite girl on the planet? HA. As if!

With a laugh, Imaya hugged onto her friend’s neck like she was a lifeline. ”Of course it was necessary!” She crowed, sliding off of her friend’s back after a moment of hugging. Neither of them wanted to get arrested, so the show was over…for now. ”Somebody’s gotta keep you on your toes, before you get all soft and get eaten by a werewolf, or something.”

She smacked at the huntress’ arm as she straightened. ”Gah, with the Squirrel Incident! You’re never gonna let me down, are you? Well, here’s an embarrassing question for you; what’s the new gossip with you and that hunka-hunka-burning-love Bastian? You do the ugly bumper yet? Huh, huh? Got details for your favorite girl?”

With an evil laugh, she followed Chey as she hurried toward her bug. Hopping inside, she quickly buckled in and waggled her brows at her friend. ”Huh, huh? Man, I haven’t seen you in too long, boo! Other than your sex life, how’ve you been?”

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[Chevrolet Winchester]

No matter how many eggs she broke or how much she’d been spooked, Chevrolet was definitely happy as hell to see Imaya and well her excuse for attacking her made it impossible for Chey to not burst out laughing. “Well if you’re stopping me from getting eaten then I guess I can let you off!!” Imaya always had this infectious energy that made it impossible to not grin, giggle and want to bounce up and down. As Chey’s body moved up she felt Imaya’s hand slap her arm and gasped dramatically before blinking at Imaya as she rambled on and on. A small giggle escaped the petite brunette as she tried to remember all the girls questions. She had to try and remember them because before she could answer they were running to the car! As she arrived she clicked her key to unlock her beautiful white convertible beetle. She then dove into the drivers side, throwing her bags behind her into the back seat and turned to look to her friend with an insane giggle. “Oh my… Right…. OKAY… First off, no the squirrel incident will haunt you to your grave! But things with me and the ‘hunka-hunka-burnin’-love’ are absolutely amazing! HE’S absolutely amazing. And we so have and it was sooooooooo good!” Chey grinned from ear to ear and even treated Imaya a sly wink. Oh god considering she’d fantasized about this guy since she was 15 it was amazing that Chey could honestly say he was a LOT better than she’d ever expected.

Once they were in the car, Chey seemed to slide her seat back ever so slightly, stretching her legs and letting her head flop back. “It has been far too long ImzyBear! But other than my love life, I don’t know, nothing’s been all that great!” A small sigh escaped the wannabe huntress as she looked over at her friend in the passenger seat. “Right that’s it… you speak of any objections now or I’m kidnapping you!” She said, waiting quickly for a response before pulling her seat back forward, turning on the ignition and putting the car into gear, quickly pulling out of her space as the sound of Kate Voegele filled her ears and the girl giggled, singing out loud, one thing she’d only do around her closest girls. “ONE DAY I’LL TURN AROUND, I’LL SEE YOUR HAND REACH OUT…. IM ONLY FOOLIN’ MYSELF!!” She may have been speeding a little and her eyes may have been closed a second as she insisted on being a momentary rock star but her attention soon returned to the road and her voice, filled with a giggle shot a question to her completely insane and insanity installing friend. “So what about my YaYa?? How have you been?”

[imaya]

Oh gah, this had seriously turned out to be one helluva good morning! There she’d been, just having done a very heart-wrenching reading and dodging the bill collectors out for blood, and a little piece of friendship-Heaven fell right onto her back. Was this fate? Karma? Destiny?

Well, whatever the hell it was, she was damn glad that she hadn’t tried to judo it into next week. Just leave it to her best girl Chey to make her day so much brighter. Practically bouncing in her seat, YaYa couldn’t help but grin at her friend. She was a big ball of energy all of a sudden, and she just couldn’t seem to sit still.

All they needed was some loud music and half naked cabana boys, and life would be set. Mmm…preferably cabana boys who looked like that guy Crixus from that TV show Spartacus her friend got her hooked on. Ooh, or maybe Patrick Jane from the Mentalist. Muscles weren’t everything; she did love her a perceptive pair of blue eyes—

With a snap, her brain was pulled back to reality when Chey started speaking again. What were they talking about again? Oh yeah; answers to her questions! Leaning forward, she practically hung on every word, and proceeded to give a happy squeal when the conversation turned to the huntress’ love life.

“Oh gah, I knew it!” She said happily, wiggling in her seat again. “Ever since we were kids, I just KNEW that you two would end up together. Aw, darn, if it wasn’t weird, I’d so be quizzing you about how good it is in bed. Heeeee, this is so cute! He better be treating you right, woman, and if he ain’t, you better tell me so I can kill his butt, then bring him back as a perverted zombie!”

She laughed when the music started to blare, and with happy abandon, she joined in with the singing. She never did understand why Chey didn’t like to belt out tunes in public; the girl had a seriously amazing voice. Hell, if she wanted, she could easily go into the biz and leave all of the monster hunting behind! One little show in Mama Moonie’s bar, maybe set up a talent scout to take a peek, and bam! Best friend to famous best friend, all in one glorious night.

But once a Winchester, always a Winchester. YaYa couldn’t help but feel a bit saddened by the thought, sneaking a less enthusiastic glance at her friend. Stories of Papa Winny and his family hadn’t been state secrets as they were growing up, and she couldn’t help but wonder if a similar fate was waiting for Chey and her brothers. A family somewhere down the line would be great…but all that heartache? All that fighting, and emotional turmoil? No way in hell did she want that for her girl! But that was life, she supposed. One never could plan out what was to happen.

With a little shake of her head, she forced her brain back into the conversation at hand. Immediately after being asked a question, her face morphed into the normal happy grin. “Oh feh, nothing’s really new with me. I just spent the most exciting few weeks with a painter in Mississippi when I was there to sell my soaps, and I just got back a few days ago. Other than that, I’m fine! Everything’s fine in the ticket holder’s line, baby.”

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[Chevrolet Winchester]

Chey loved the way her biffle wriggled about in her seat. It made Chey giggle just to watch her. She was very tempted to ask her if she had worms but resisted with a shake of her head. She loved Imaya’s reactions to everything but more so the squeal after receiving details about Chey and Bastian. Chey had to roll her eyes at YaYa’s words and then giggled as she started to reply. “Pur-lease! Do you not remember the shy fifteen year old? All elbows and knees, still self conscious because she was worried she was going to get fat again and practically hiding round corners when she saw Bastian? I was a catch!!” She turned to wink at her girly and laughed. “But no honestly, he’s perfect Imzy.” She was trying to keep complete control of her little car when all she wanted to do was close her eyes and go off to lala land. “He’s like sweet and he just says all the right things. He waited until I was ready and screw weird, all I’ll say is WOOOOOOOOOOOW!” That had to give YaYa enough to go off right? She definitely didn’t want her new man to end up as a zombie. That would be bad. Though saying that, YaYa’s zombies did seem to want to always go after her.

Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you could read a persons mind? If Chey was able to read Imaya’s at that moment it would have simply validated everything that terrified the littlest Winchester her entire like. I don’t mean the music stuff. Chey held little faith in her own talent, that was her own problem she guessed but she didn’t. Through college she had been friends with a lot of music students, she even dated and had a child with one not that anyone knew. Chey had always been too scared to actually sing but she had allowed her writing talents to be put to good use. She even signed off a couple of songs to her friend Deklan after he got signed but she knew he’d more likely than not, never use them. But the Winchester thing? How could you be born to Dean Winchester, raised on the stories the Winchester brood were raised on, and not spend your life wondering if you’d ever get to experience that thing called normal? She didn’t even mean normal like those helpless civilians who didn’t have a clue what was going on around them… For hunters, the Winchesters’ lives were completely off the scale. Even the things in their lives that came across as normal family issues generally had demons behind them. Like for example, Ryder being gone. He blamed Ben and you could pass it off as a ‘family spat’ all you liked but even that had vampires behind it. Chey knew the day she gave her daughter up that she was better off because she’d never have to be a Winchester. Sure she regrets losing her baby girl every single day but that was the one thing that actually made her feel better. Still all that being said; Ben, Ryder and Chey were lucky.

Imaya had started telling Chey about how she’d been in Mississippi selling soap and spent a few weeks with a painter. Chey’s eyebrows attempted to force themselves into raising one and dipping the other but failed horribly. She let out a chuckle and turned her car round another corner. She was so not adhering to any sort of speed limit but she was done caring. Every ticket she’d ever had seemed to vanish off the system. Not that she ever did anything illegal! “Well I can see how you went from soap to wild monkey sex with a painter.” She said with the sarcasm even present in her eyes. She shook her head and before she could say anything turned up into the drive way of the Winchester abode. Chey gently parked up her bug and grabbed her bags of stuff, opening the door and waiting for YaYa to follow her out of the car and giggled as she did so. “I’m not sure quite when I kidnapped you but you’re not getting away now.” She said heading into the house with the bags. Her elbow knocked the door handle and her foot pushed it. It was only seconds after entering she heard her Mama yell a hello. “MOMMA I HAVE A YAYA!” She yelled back.

Before Chey knew it her mother was practically running down the stairs to throw her arms around the pretty little miss DeVoux in her living room. Chey just shook her head with a chuckle and headed into the kitchen, pulling things out of her bag and covering the counter, grabbing the bag of marshmallows and opening them, clenching one between her teeth and then aiming one at Imaya. Chey loved her momma and her momma loved all of Chey’s friends, but promptly came out with ‘I’ll leave you gal to it… Chey whatever you’re up to, don’t burn down my kitchen.’ Chey rolled her eyes, launching marshmallows at her mother as she left the room and then turning back to Imaya. “Gotta love our parents.”