NocteSpiritus

Planning on a road trip to the UP come May. With the car my mom had gotten me (birthday gift, tho apparently I need to pay her back some of the money she spent on it.), I'll be able to make the trip. The issue would be the current job since the events/trips I plan on this year is 2 weddings (the one up in Ironwood, one down here for the middle sister) and to New Orleans for a SPN con that was canceled/rescheduled due to covid. GM is gonna have a little issue since: 1. Taking Friday/Monday off for the road trip so I can get there and back with time and not worry about work. 2. Taking Thursday-Monday for the SPN con so I have travel time (Thurs/Mon) and time to explore the area the hotel/convention center's in. For the con, I'm telling the GM that I had this planned/scheduled (already bought tickets before covid caused the cancelation) for over a year. I'm not wasting the ticket since it's too late for a refund. And the wedding is for a friend I hadn't seen since she and the fiancee and her kids (from another guy) moved up there.

I should take the time during the week to go through my things and decide what to get rid off. Took like five minutes earlier and filled a garbage bag with shirts I don't wear any more. Should go through my book collection and purge that.

Watching spaceballs on starz via sling and not looking forward to the upcoming work week. I wanna have a vacation, but I don't have enough time with the company that I'm with at the airport to take the time for it number 1. Number 2, the Canadian border's still closed to nonessential traffic.

Arrow on Netflix.

Trying to get back into the mood of writing after sitting and watching a stageit panel with Jensen.

I usually try to up and delete all my inbox emails every couple weeks. I save the ones I wanna keep and just trash the rest. I'm a book hoarder myself (mostly Star Wars books I may never get around to reading and just try and sell or donate). It's my sister that's more of the hoarder and it's work to try and get her to clean up her own things.

Procrastinated on getting the car looked at (front windshield's fogging up on the inside), contacting a tattoo shop t talk with an artist about a sleeve idea I'd like to do (and do a simple tattoo) and work out plans for that.

That I should eat something actual filling instead of the single lean crusine thing, banana, sugar cookie, and yogurt earlier. Went to my saber meet last night, and actually had a 'hey, i'm legit hungry' because i didn't eat much before hand and obviously killed calories (lightsaber battles is a growing sport). And I think I'm craving sugar and I'm trying to not have as much due to the blood tests taken some months ago via my primary doc and the A1C was high for me to be pre diabetic.

My left hip not hurting. Took a fall on the stairs of a place I used to work at (see picture for building style). It was one of those Victorian houses where the main floor was used for public entertaining while the top floor was family only. Not sure what the basement was used for. It was on the stairs going into the basement where either I slipped on a step or completely missed one (the stairs were wet from either rain or snow) and landed hard on my left hip. Granted today (and the past week) has been hard since I've been on my feet seven and a half to eight hours on my feet at the airport.

I'm gonna talk to management at Plum (I got called back to the airport) about getting a badge that'll allow me access to the trash compactor area and the area for over flow truck pallets. The badge I have now doesn't allow me access to those areas, and if my understanding is right, it's up to management at Plum to talk to credentials about badging.

Idea: Aaliyah returns to the Bunker after a difficult hunt with injures to find the boys were out looking for her. Notes: Been toying with how to write this one since the scene/scenerio’s that she got captured by the monster of the week, injured through torture, and saved by the Boys, and Dean’s more then worried about her. Then the return to bunker and recover. Maybe if we skip to the bunker … Something More Aaliyah dragged her foot up the last step and rested in the door frame, willing her breathing to return to normal before thinking of moving for the nearest library table and chairs. The echo of a door closing reached her before the metal sounds of footsteps did. “I don’t get it, Sam,” Dean’s voice carried. “She woulda called us by now if she was having issues.” “She can handle herself, Dean,” Same countered. “After a week?” “Maybe she caught another case.” Aaliyah felt a little smile pull at her mouth. She missed that between the brothers; Sam’s willing to trust her and speak on her behalf. Dean’s over protectiveness to want to run out and help her. She would bet and win on the fact that the over protectiveness will change to wanting to go out and kill the monsters that hurt her. Good thing that she did that herself. The footsteps reached the floor as the brothers headed into the bunker. “Doubt I’d catch a case in my condition,” she called out as the brothers passed by her, causing them to stop. Aaliyah met Sam’s gaze first, unwilling to look at Dean just yet. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Sammy.” She finally looked to Dean, who had a mix of ‘Who hurt you?’ and ‘Are you okay? Let me help you’. “And you, I expected you to have my back.” “I do have your back.” He started toward her. “No, you don’t.” Aaliyah pushed herself from the wall and took a few steps before collapsing. The last thing she remembered was one of the brothers picking her up and carrying her into the bunker. ** Aaliyah shifted, feeling the weight of blankets on her and the comfort of the bed and being held close by someone. The two of them were propped up against the wall and pillows for support. Memories started coming back from after she collapsed. Dean carrying her to the showers and tending to her before putting her current clothes on and putting her to bed. Her eyes finally opened to see Dean looking at her. “How long was I out?” she asked. “Day and a half. Maybe two.” She shifted a little to stretch, burying her head against Dean when her hip protested the movement. “Vamp did a number while taking out their … issues.” And there was the tension in Dean’s body; the drive to kill kicking in. “They’re gone. Raziel took control and wiped out the entire nest. We were half way back here before they gave control back. I don’t exactly remember when my body gave out after hearing you and Sam coming in from the main door.” “God, Aaliyah. You’re supposed to call for help if a hunt goes sideways.” “Hunts for us always go sideways. The big ones anyway.” Aaliyah tried to push herself up to look at Dean better, only to fall back down. “I hate this.” “I thought you liked cuddling.” Aaliyah let out an amused huff. “That I don’t mind. Hell, I like it just as much as you. It’s the whole … injury and pain thing.” She felt Dean’s chest rise and fall in a sigh. “What is it?” “Cas tried to heal you the other day. He managed to heal most of the injures; just not the hip. Said it was beyond his abilities.” “So, I’m stuck in bed for six weeks.” “Is that so bad?” Aaliyah turned to glare at Dean to see a smile on his face. Her glare disappeared in a sigh. “I take it that you plan on being with me those full six weeks.” “Every chance I can get.” He adjusted his arm around her, pulling her in close. “I love you.”

Note: Got this in my muse singing of “Beyond the Sea”. Somehow the idea formed of Raziel having a personality due to not being in heaven and evolved into a flamboyant type. A Change of Wardrobe "There, how does that look?" Raziel asked. The feeling of being behind glass lifted as Raziel allowed her to regain control of the body. Aaliyah took the moment to readjust to being in control before actually looking at herself in the mirror. What stood reflected back was some sort of modernized paperboy suit from the 1940s or 1950s. Her hair had been messed with, Raziel's attempt in trying to style it to match the suit. Aaliyah wasn't sure why she allowed Raziel to talk her into trying on some new clothing from the men's suit department. It hadn't really been her style outside the flannel and jeans that comprised much of the Winchester clan's wardrobe. Now that she took in the dark blue, near black, pants and jacket with a lighter shade of blue shirt and black tie, Aaliyah wondered if it was Raziel's influence that shone through or some deeply buried part of her due to the years of hunting. "It looks ..." Aaliyah tilted her head as she turned around in the attempts to see how it looked in the three mirrors. "I can't tell if I like it because it's me showing through or if it's you." "Love, you don't live among the rainbow without picking a few things," the angel said. "Is that from possessing that teen when we first met? Or longer than that?" "Gabriel found his hole in the wall, I found mine," Raziel commented. "And this could actually help you fit in with the brothers in the off chance they get into a fraternity like the Masons and you need a disguise." Aaliyah had to give him that. There was something about having that sort of disguise that would allow her to pass as masculine. There had been some talk from the hunter community and public that upon first look she had that look. She had put down the fact that she'd teamed up with the Winchesters and had quite possibly taken on a mix of their personalities and maybe some mannerisms. "You honestly think I look good in this?" she asked, seeing that it did look good on her; but some how needed the extra encouragement. "Fabulous, love," Raziel told her. "Get this one, plus maybe two more in whatever colors you wish. Maybe a black one to replace that horrible outfit you call a FBI suit." Aaliyah half huffed as she walked back to the changing room and changed into her jeans and tee shirt before grabbing the suit. There was something ... freeing about looking at the suit clothing. An older man appeared at one point while she was judging between a couple shirts for her FBI suit. Aaliyah willed down the nerves that started to gather in her stomach with the feeling that the man was side eyeing her with silent judgement. "I could make him leave," Raziel offered. "Nothing physically harmful. Just a mild case of needing to use the restroom." "No, we're almost done here." Aaliyah grabbed a shirt and headed for the cash register. The cashier ran through the usual spiel of asking if Aaliyah found everything alright, if she wanted to sign up for the store's credit card, all while ringing up the clothes. Yes, she found everything alright, no she didn't want to sign up for the card. There was no point when she had her own card curtsy of Charlie. Aaliyah couldn't shake the feeling that the same man from the men's department was standing in line waiting during that whole time.

There's two endings to this one due to me not knowing how I wanted to end it. The muse is "Drunk Enough" by Angels Fall. Version #1. Does have some adult relations at the end. “Aaliyah, wait,” Dean’s voice carried after her. Part of her wanted to; just to end the drunken fight. Between his alcohol fueled raged and her insecurities heightened by the same, Aaliyah wasn’t going to stay and deal. Whatever sober part of her remained was glad she always kept a bag packed with her cycle and car. “You’re in no condition to drive,” he told her when he realized where she was going. “I’m good enough to get away from you,” she shot back, half struggling with the door. “You stay here and go out in a blaze of glory like Butch and Sundance.” “Don’t be stupid.” “This has to be the smartest thing I’ve done.” Aaliyah wavered slightly when she mounted the cycle. Hunting had been the worse decision she made nearly two decades ago. Getting out had to been the best. Her hands patted her pants and jacket pockets for the keys. Jingling came from where Dean stood. Aaliyah looked to see him dangling the keys in the air. She reached for them, using what the group dubbed her Force powers. It was her own set of angel powers not tied to Raziel’s own. “Let go, Dean,” Aaliyah said, pulling harder. “No.” Aaliyah stopped pulling and dismounted the cycle; stumbling some. She regained the cycle and pulled out her bag and started for the door. “Where you going?” Dean slurred. Aaliyah shrugged. “Away.” She bumped into him. “Move.” “No, you’re drunk.” “But sober enough to leave.” Aaliyah moved to step around Dean, only to stumble and nearly fall. A hand reached out and caught her. “In the morning.” “Now.” Deep down, she didn’t want to leave; to finally end that cycle with the boys. But she needed time away to recover from this fight with Dean. “Afraid?” “Yes.” She met his gaze, the sensation of her stomach finally rebelling against her rose up. Dean must have seen whatever look that produced, since he went for the nearest trash and brought it over. Aaliyah accepted the can and bent over, spilling her stomach. It sobered her a little. She wiped her mouth before grabbing her bag. “Still leaving?” “You can’t stop me.” Dean grabbed her shoulders, enough strength to hold her in place, and leaned in to kiss her. Aaliyah froze before the thud of her bag hit the floor brought her back. She pressed against the kiss, hands pulling at his clothes; struggling to free them from him. Her own clothes mirrored what she was doing to him. “Leaving…now,” Aaliyah said between kisses. Hands freed her pants from her before slipping up her shirt. Her own hands freed Dean from his pants as her legs kicked her pants away. She wanted to leave, but Dean was making it difficult to do so. His hands pulled her shirt up over her head before his body angled away just enough to do the same with his shirt. “Dean,” Aaliyah whispered. “Come here,” he growled, pushing their way to a wall, kissing Aaliyah the whole way. She matched his gaze when he looked down at her; stubble lining his jaw line. A deep breath brushed her chest against his as a hand traced its way down a side to a thigh; bringing the leg up. Her head rolled when Dean latched onto the side of her neck and rocked into her. A moan escaped her lips as her body accepted Dean’s. Nails scrapped on his skin. “Aaliyah,” he moaned. “Yes.” She didn’t fight when a stickiness flooded in her. “Please don’t leave.” ~~ Version #2 “Aaliyah, wait,” Dean’s voice carried after her. Part of her wanted to; just to end the drunken fight. Between his alcohol fueled raged and her insecurities heightened by the same, Aaliyah wasn’t going to stay and deal. Whatever sober part of her remained was glad she always kept a bag packed with her cycle and car. “You’re in no condition to drive,” he told her when he realized where she was going. “I’m good enough to get away from you,” she shot back, half struggling with the door. “You stay here and go out in a blaze of glory like Butch and Sundance.” “Don’t be stupid.” “This has to be the smartest thing I’ve done.” Aaliyah wavered slightly when she mounted the cycle. Hunting had been the worse decision she made nearly two decades ago. Getting out had to been the best. Her hands patted her pants and jacket pockets for the keys. Jingling came from where Dean stood. Aaliyah looked to see him dangling the keys in the air. She reached for them, using what the group dubbed her Force powers. It was her own set of angel powers not tied to Raziel’s own. “Let go, Dean,” Aaliyah said, pulling harder. “No.” Aaliyah stopped pulling and dismounted the cycle; stumbling some. She regained the cycle and pulled out her bag and started for the door. “Where you going?” Dean slurred. Aaliyah shrugged. “Away.” She bumped into him. “Move.” “No, you’re drunk.” “But sober enough to leave.” Aaliyah moved to step around Dean, only to stumble and nearly fall. A hand reached out and caught her. In her effort to regain her feet, she managed to get the keys from Dean. Sober her was proud that she was able to do that. Drunk her didn’t care, she wanted gone from the Bunker. She stumbled back to the cycle, nearly forgetting the bag. “Where you going?” Dean slurred. “Fuck you.” Aaliyah managed to get the key into the ignition and started up the cycle before leaving out the door. She managed to keep the bike straight as she left the Bunker behind for the main road. With a turn onto the road, she didn’t look for traffic. She didn’t hear the horn; and not sure how she was still alive hours later in a hospital being named “Jane Doe”.

Last Call Aaliyah arched an eyebrow at Dean when a woman maybe a couple years older than her came up with a basket. “Cells please,” she requested. “No phones during the party.” Aaliyah knew Dean half looked the woman over while flirting while tossing in her cell. It was something she could fight or change about it. Most women that the boys hooked up with on cases were one night stands. Dean snapped out of his little flirt before following Aaliyah’s lead into the crowd. “So, where’s this friend of yours?” Aaliyah asked, scanning the crowd and took in the sounds and smells of the bar. “Oh, he’s here.” Aaliyah’s attention finally fell to the stage, where a band was playing and a man roughly Dean’s age singing. She stood by while the two reunited after the song. “And who’s this fine, young woman?” the man asked. “Aaliyah,” Dean introduced. “She’s been hunting with me for a while now.” She met Lee’s gaze and smiled. Dean wasn’t the only one who could flirt. “I got to know your story,” Lee said. “How much time do you have?” Dean coughed, clearing his throat. “How about a round?” Aaliyah smiled as Lee ordered a round of beers and found an open table. She sat there as the two caught up and talked about John. “Too bad you hadn’t met him,” Lee directed to Aaliyah. “I did a couple times,” Aaliyah corrected. “A tough son of a bitch but … he did right.” A hand rested on her shoulder; the only sign of a thanks she would get from Dean. “Remember that song he’d play before a hunt?” Lee asked. Aaliyah glanced at Dean, mid drink. “He played songs?” “Well, back before he gave me the Impala,” Dean said. Aaliyah could see Dean’s reluctance in going up to sign with Lee. “I’ll do the next song if you do this one,” she told him. She smiled when he gave her a look that told her he didn’t believe her. “How often to you hear me sing? On tune?” She chuckled to herself as Dean headed for the stage. With beer in hand, Aaliyah started to wander through the crowd as they fed off the two men dueting the song. A small disturbance started in the back between a few people. Aaliyah ignored Raziel’s warning as she headed for the disturbance. It wasn’t until she got there she saw it was two men messing with a woman. “What’s the problem?” Aaliyah asked. “Nothing to worry your pretty head over,” one man said. “Go back to the show on the stage.” “I’m not worried about missing that.” Aaliyah moved to step between the men and the woman. Her might caught onto the fact the music stopped right when one of the men swung on her. Caught off guard, Aaliyah stumbled and reached for the angelic grace to force the men back. Raziel held it back. Before the second man could attack, Dean came in and grabbed him. Lee had the other before he could go for a second punch. “Road house rules?” Aaliyah asked just before the two male hunters tossed the two rough housers out. “Just one second,” the man that hit Aaliyah said. “I’m not having a woman toss me out.” “You’re not,” Aaliyah said. “These two men are doing the honors.” She smiled as Lee and Dean tossed them out. Dean shot her a look when he came back in. She shook her head; no damage other than a black eye. “Nice job,” Lee told her, impressed. “Thanks. It feels good to have a good road house fight once in a while.” Aaliyah smirked. “Sure beats monster of the week any day.” “Good to hear,” Lee said, the wheels in his head turning.

Cat's Out Aaliyah helped Rowena to her feet while the men tended to Jack. Neither her or Raziel could find any sign that Michael was back in the witch. “I’m fine, dearie,” Rowena told her. “Go tend to your friends.” “I wasn’t the one who had an archangel forced out of me after being forced to give permission,” Aaliyah countered. “And I’ve had worse, love,” Rowena told her. Aaliyah gave the witch a side eye look before finally turning to her chosen family. Jack appeared fine, even back to full power. But at a passing glance, Aaliyah didn’t see his soul. She plastered a smile on her face when the Nephilim turned to her. “Aaliyah,” Dean’s voice cut into her thoughts. She looked over to the elder Winchester to see him gesturing off to a side. “What was all of that?” he asked, his voice low and serious. “That was no run of the mill angel stuff.” Aaliyah sighed. “Raziel’s an archangel.” She watched Dean’s face for any reaction. Anger passed first. She expected that. Hell, she deserved it with the usual yelling and shouting he did. Then disappointment. She held firm in her spot even when she wanted to move to him. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Dean’s voice was soft. “For what happened with you and Rowena. Can you really blame me?” “All the times we could have used your powers…” Dean’s voice grew louder. Aaliyah glanced back to the others. “You think I haven’t wanted to do that? The times I struggled to hold back doing a Thanos snap? Raziel wanted to find you…Michael…when he took off. But I held back. We didn’t know what he was planning. Any angel stuff that I did was of my own grace Amara gave me.” She stopped, fearing her voice would catch on her emotions. Aaliyah had wanted to give chase, but feared what Michael would do to her or Dean if she caught him. “The only ones who knew were Gabriel and Cas,” she finished. “And they didn’t tell us?” “They protected their family,” Aaliyah countered. “Just like we protect our family.”

Trying to figure out where else I need to post/update my drabbles/chapters related to the SPN fanfic. I think here's the only place I haven't updated.

Trying to figure out how to get a remote shutter release for my canon camera. The one I did order doesn't have the right plug connector between controller and camera.

Digesting food after not eating before a dr. appointment and a blood draw. Debating if I want more food or no.

Supernatural, season 15.

Ready and not ready to have this tooth pulled. Serves me right for letting the cavity get bad enough the tooth has to go. But with no insurance, and not enough money for outta pocket.

Working arm knitting scarves and binge watching the first half of season 15 of Supernatural before the second half starts.

Possible change of jobs. Think part of it could be the seasonal depression kicking in early and the ... rambunctiousness of the young (17-19) staff members. As much as I need/want the job, I'm not feeling it. Had to do videos/quizzes at work for things as a dishwasher I wouldn't need to know, since it all had to do with the mobile app and dealing with customers. The shift lead (after me telling me knowing all but management and maintaince at mcdonalds) said he'd talk/mention it to the GM. IDK if I'll get bumped up to learning how to make the food, so no breath holding.

Even adjusting for the four months I can't donate plasma, and for amount paid for each donation (yes, you get paid for it), I could have roughly 8k (based on the $65 I got yesterday, times twice a week, and eight times a month. Amount paid could vary) banked come next year November for the SPN con. Yes, I know some of that money can be used for bills. The four months is minimum time before one can donate again after having any medical procedures done or getting tattoos due to the healing process and needing plasma for said healing. Hence why I said adjust for the four months and two times a week maximum for donations,

Plotting out more scenes for the novel. Wasn't sure how to really start it from where I planned it, but from a quick piece of writing at work (while I could since we're "suppose to keep busy"), I've moved the start point back and can work up to the original start point.